FRIDAY THE 13TH REBOOTED
FRIDAY THE 13TH
Intro
There’s a legend around here. A killer buried, but not dead. A curse on Crystal Lake, a death curse. Jason Voorhees’ curse. They say he died a boy, but he keeps coming back. Few have seen him and lived. Some have even tried to stop him...No one can. People forget he’s down there, waiting...
CHAPTER ONE
(1957)
Jason Voorhees. An eleven year old child with facial deformities and multiple mental handicaps. His mother Pamela Voorhees was his gaurdian. She always had been. She homeschooled Jason due to the fear she had of him not fitting in. Which she wasn’t wrong to have this fear. She had every right to have the fear because Jason didn’t fit in...not at all. Pamela gave birth to her son knowing damn well that he was mentally challenged and deformed. It was on June 13, 1946 that she had him. The doctors gave Pamela her baby boy and she noticed the severe facial deformities almost immediately, but she didn’t care about that. This beautiful baby boy was her son...and his name was Jason.
` CHAPTER TWO
(1957)
When Jason was around the age of eleven his mother got a call on the telephone. She had just been informed that she was hired to the summer camp she had been dying to cook for. She would begin as soon as possible. The year was 1957. Jason was about to experience the fear his mother had held onto for so many years. The fear of her son being bullied. When Pamela Voorhees pulled up in the dirt drive of the Crystal Lake Summer Camp Jason noticed a group of kids about his age hanging out on the hill beside the lake.
“Momma can I go over there and play with them?“, Jason asked his mother.
“Only if you promise to stay away from the docks Jason”, his mother told him.
“I promise momma”, Jason said as he got out of the car and slammed the door behind him. Pamela watched as her son hobbled over to the group of children.
“Excuse me can I play with you and your group?“, Jason asked the kid he was closest to. The young boy who introduced himself as Adrian got up and gave the funny looking kid a look.
“Ewww grossss! Guys look at the troll”, Adrian laughed. He was laughing at Jason.
“Ha Ha look at the nasty troll”, a second child and then a third joined in at laughing and making fun of him. Jason started to laugh too, but was unaware that the kids were laughing at him.
“You stupid ass! We’re laughing at you Troll”, Adrian told him. This hurt Jason’s feelings and Jason began to cry. The kids continued laughing.
CHAPTER THREE
(1957)
Jason started to turn around and run off, but Marge caught his leg and tripped him. He fell to the dirt face first and the kids jumped up all the while calling him a Troll.
“You guys are mean!“, Jason whined as the kids continued bullying him. Jason finally got up and ran as fast as his hobbled legs would allow him to. The group of kids were hot on his heels. So hot in fact that they stepped and scratched the back of his heels with the tip of their shoes. Jason finally was cornered when he ran onto the dock. He looked down and saw the water. The crystal clear green water of Crystal Lake. He was on the dock...the one place his mother had told him to stay away from.
“Mommmmy!!!“, Jason yelled as Adrian approached him.
“Somebody help meeeee!“, He continued to scream, but nobody ever came.
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“Oh yeah! Oh God! Mmhmmm!“, Rebecca moaned as her boyfriend Davis sucked her pussy dry. They had just had some rough and wild sex and now Davis was putting his dick in her pussy.
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“Somebody please he...“, Jason began to call again, but Adrian pushed him off the dock and into the lake before he could finish.
“Swim little Troll..Swimmmm!“, Donald poked at Jason as the group of kids watched as he struggled to stay afloat. Adrian watched as Jason bobbed up and down underwater until finally Jason didn’t come back up.
“Oh shit!“, Jack screamed after believing they had killed the Troll.
“Run back to the bunks so nobody suspects it was us when they find his body”, Adrian said. They did just that.
CHAPTER FOUR
(1957)
Pamela Voorhees approached the group of kids the next day and sat down.
“Have any of you kids seen my Jason?“, Pamela asked them.
“No ma’am”, Adrian nervously replied. Pamela dropped her head into her hands.
“I swear I will find you baby”, She told her missing son. Pamela got up and approached the camp counselor.
“Excuse me ma’am, my son, Jason, has gone missing”, Pamela informed the counselor.
“What do you mean missing?“, the counselor asked her.
“I saw him by the group of kids, but now I don’t know where my baby is”, she replied pointing at the group of kids.
“We’ll take care of it”, the counselor assured her while getting on the phone to dial 911.
“Thank you. Please find my baby”, Pamela told the counselor and walked off.
CHAPTER FIVE
(1957)
The next day five police cars pulled up to Camp Crystal Lake and they began a search for the missing child.
“Jesus how old is this kid anyways?“, Officer Anderson asked the sherriff.
“Lady says he’s eleven”, Sherriff Johnson replied.
“We should get our boats and search the lake”, Officer Anderson suggested. That afternoon the boats were in the water and a diving team was on site.
“Okay our mission is we find the boy and get our asses outta here as quick as we can”, Sherriff Johnson informed his dive team. The divers each dived in lake and shined their lights around, but in the end they came up to the surface with no luck.
“So now what?“, Officer Anderson asked Johnson.
“Now we call off the search and file him as deceased”, Johnson replied.
“Accidental death will be the cause no need for charges”, he finished.
“But...“, Anderson began, but was cut off.
“No buts, the damn kid’s dead leave it at that and let’s get the hell outta here”, he said.
“I was going to say but what about the camp?“, Anderson finished.
“Close the damn thing...place is a fucking mess anyway”, Jackson told him.
That night Camp Crystal Lake was closed for good. All the campers and counselors went home, the police went home, the divers went home, Pamela Voorhees went home, but Jason the eleven year old kid with deformities didn’t go home...he never did.
CHAPTER SIX
(1958)
The year was 1958. One year has passed since the accidental drowning that caused Camp Crystal Lake to shut down. Barry Jackson and Claudette Hayes have reopened the camp and fixed it up, fixed the dock that is. There would be no more deaths as long as they were there to keep watch. That wouldn’t be the case for long. Two days after Camp Crystal Lake reopened a car pulled up flying into the drive. Pamela got out of the car armed with a shotgun.
“What the hell are you doing?!“, Hayes asked the woman.
“Avenging my son’s death!“, Pamela Voorhees replied as she pulled the trigger. Hayes hit the wooden porch and rolled off. A bloody gaping hole in her chest. She was dead.
“What the fuck lady?!“, Jackson screamed, but he knew what was coming. Pamela pulled the trigger blowing Jackson’s brains out of his head. He no longer had a head. It had been obliterated by the shotgun. Blood was splattered on the porch and on the wall behind what remained of Jackson. Pamela Voorhees had killed the people she thought was responsible for her son’s death one year ago.
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Police identified the bodies at the crime scene at Camp Crystal Lake. They belonged to the two camp counselors Hayes and Jackson. The murderer was ahead of the police and they had no leads. Camp Crystal Lake was shut down yet again. Until the murderer was apprehended.
CHAPTER SEVEN
(1962)
Four years later the camp was reopened again in 1962. Despite the many random ass fires that had been breaking out monthly Camp Crystal Lake remained open. Only now it was being nicknamed “Camp Blood”. After the murders of two camp counselors four years ago and the fires the land surrounding Crystal Lake was thought to be cursed. Cursed by Jason Voorhees. The eleven year old deformed mentally challenged kid who was thought to have drowned in Crystal Lake in 1959. Many fires had broken out between 1960 and 1970, but one person was to blame. Her name was Pamela Voorhees. Only except for she was innocent. She didn’t start the fires.
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A grotesque man burst through the brush with a stick he had found. This was Jason Voorhees the kid thought to have died all those years ago. He was back. He didn’t drown when he was eleven as many suspected he had. He was very much alive and much stronger and older than he had been last time anyone had seen him. After climbing out of Crystal Lake young Jason Voorhees had waited. Waited for his mother to show up and take him home. She never did. Jason had been abandoned and left to fend for himself. Left to survive alone in the woods by any means necessary. He had killed rabbits and squirrel, cooked and eaten them. He’d built a small shack in the woods that he occupied as his living quarters. He’d also found a few edible plants for when he didn’t want meat to eat. Jason even sometimes broke into the camps of Camp Crystal Lake and stole the campers’ food and every now and then a pop. He never did get to see his mother, Pamela, again....at least not while she was alive.
CHAPTER EIGHT
(1978)
In 1978 Camp Crystal Lake was bought by a man by the name of Johnathan Michaels. He bought the camp hoping to restore it, but little did he realize that the amount of money he was about to put out to restore the damn thing would cost more than he had.
“What the fuck do you mean twenty-five thousand dollars?!“, Johnathan asked the crew of carpenters.
“Sir it’s not cheap”, the carpenter replied.
“No screw it I’m cutting the project it’s scratched. Get off this land now!“, he ordered the carpenters. All of his hard work would not pay off...He was now in debt by twenty-five thousand dollars. Johnathan Michaels had no choice but to close Camp Crystal Lake down.
CHAPTER NINE
(1979)
One year later in 1979 Camp Crystal Lake was reopened for and started back up by Steve and Alice.
“So what do think will shut it down this time?“, Alice asked him.
“Murders, wildfires, debt? I don’t know, but whatever it is I don’t wanna be here when it comes”, Steve replied with a laugh.
“Yeah me either”, Alice agreed.
“Oh trust me...you won’t be”, came a voice unfamiliar to both Steve and Alice. This was Pamela Voorhees and she was still searching for her son’s true killer.
“Ma’am put the machete down!“, Steve ordered the woman.
“Ohhh I think not”, the woman replied. She charged at Steve driving the machete blade through his chest. Steve hit the ground with a machete blade sticking out his back. A pool of blood encased Steve’s body. Pamela had already murdered the remaining employees and their bodies were hanging in the luncheon. Proudly displayed like ornaments on a tree where everyone could see them. Pamela headed towards Alice, but missed her by mere feet. Jason Voorhees watched through the woods as Alice kicked Pamela in the back of the knees causing her to drop to the ground.
“Do it you little bitch!“, Pamela told Alice. Alice picked the machete up off the ground, gripped it tightly in her hand, and swung. Jason watched in horror as his mother’s decapitated head rolled away from her body blood spurting out of her neck. Pamela Voorhees ,the woman who had given birth to Jason in 1946 on Friday June thirteenth, was dead.
CHAPTER TEN
(1979)
Alice spotted the Jason in the woods. She ran as fast as she could to the dock. The dock that Jason had been pushed off of all those years ago. But Jason Voorhees wasn’t worried about his dead mother right now. Right now he was furious and was going to find and kill the blonde who had just decapitated his mother right before his very eyes. Alice got in a tied up canoe and untied it. She then began to paddle the boat as fast as she could. Alice stopped paddling when she got out in the middle of Crystal Lake. She thought the strange man in the burlap mask couldn’t get to her from there. She passed out moments later though. Alice awoke the next morning to a pair of hideously deformed eyes peering into hers. It was Jason. Before she had time to comprehend what was going on the strange man pulled her in, or so she thought. In reality in her panic Alice had capsized the canoe and nearly drowned.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
(1979)
Unfortunately for him, Jason had failed to catch his mother’s killer. He walked down to the dock and looked for the canoe, but saw nothing. Jason Voorhees had failed. He’d failed his mother. He approached the headless body of Pamela Voorhees his mother and started to strip her of the clothes. He took her sweater and her pants. He then approached the severed head of Pamela and picked it up by the hair. Finally Jason made his way to the bloody machete that laid near his mother’s body. It belonged to him now. It was his killing weapon.
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Jason Voorhees approached an abandoned shack and laid his mother’s head and clothing down. He arranged them in a sort of crude shrine meant to be a symbol to his late mother that he would avenge her death by any means necessary. Including murdering the campers and Alice. And he would do it with the newly aquired machete.
` CHAPTER TWELVE
(1979)
Two months later Jason Voorhees left his place in the woods around Camp Crystal Lake and made his way into the city. The place he thought his mother’s killer would be living. Jason was going to kill Alice no matter what it took. He came into the city a machete wielding burlap wearing maniac and found her apartment. Jason entered Alice’s apartment and put his mother’s head in her refrigerator, but facing to where when Alice opened it the eyes of her victim would be staring into hers. Around midnight Alice went to the refrigerator to get a drink of water to help her sleep, but when she opened the door to it she was shocked to see the blurry white eyes of Pamela Voorhees staring back at her. Alice was in shock, but she saw the reflection of the six foot three man in the mirror hanging on her wall. This was Jason Voorhees and he was ready to strike.
“Oh shit! Noooooo!“, Alice screamed at the top of her lungs, but it was too late and she knew damn well that it was too. Jason had gotten an ice pick out of Alice’s freezer when he had put his mother’s decapitated head in her refrigerator. Alice made a break for it and ran to her bedroom. She got on the bed and bundled her knees up to her breast in fear. Only seconds later the masked killer appeared in her doorway ice pick in hand. Jason climbed on the bed over Alice and drove the ice pick through her head. Blood gushed out of her head in large sprays covering the white cloth curtains, the cream-white lampshades, the light pink sheets on the bed, and Alice’s own blondish brown hair. Everything within close proximity of Alice’s bed was now covered or splattered with a deep shade of crimson red. Blood-stained. Alice was dead. Jason Voorhees had avenged Pamela Voorhees’s death, but the killers murderous spree wasn’t over yet. Not even close.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
(1979)
Jason Voorhees was about to begin his murderous life. The life he was meant to have. Jason wasn’t that young kid he used to be. He was now about to begin the wildest murder spree Camp Crystal Lake had ever known. Jason Voorhees lurked in the woodline as a newly modeled Camp Crystal Lake bus approached the main office building. The main office building happened to be the location of the double homicide of Steve, Hayes, and Jackson who were slain by Pamela Voorhees all those years ago. The only difference was this time it was her son, Jason, doing it instead.
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A kid named Sheldon McAlt drove over the worn out wooden bridge in his yellow Volkzwagon Beatle. He was heading to Camp Crystal Lake to meet up with his friends who had arrived on the bus. He spotted Linda, Victor, Victoria, and Jill gathered around the bus and approache them. Linda was Sheldon’s girlfriend. Victor and Victoria were twins. Jill was Sheldon’s cousin.
“Hey babe about time you showed up”, Linda told her boyfriend as she ran into his arms. They didn’t have time to rejoice for long because the camp counselor told them that it was time to unpack their luggage and get prepared for the campfire in just a few hours.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
(1979)
That night Sheldon and his crew gathered around the campfire and prepared to attempt to scare the hell out of each other. It was time for Sheldon to make his friends piss their pants. For it was time to tell the story of Jason’s Curse on Camp Crystal Lake and its surrounding areas.
“It was a dark and stormy night when he rose from his watery grave, his name was Jason Voorhees. Legend has it that every friday on the thirteenth Jason rises from the depths of Crystal Lake and enacts his revenge against his mother’s killer. Only except he already has. You never know when Jason is going to come, but even in the case that you did....it.....wouldn’t.......mattter”, Sheldon told them.
“And why’s that baby?“, Linda asked her boyfriend,
“You’d be better off without knowing”, is all Sheldon said. It was true she would be better off not knowing the truth, but poor Linda was about to know what Sheldon meant by what he told her.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
(1979)
As Linda ran through the woods trying to catch up to Sheldon she spotted him. The six foot something man in the burlap sack mask was watching her through his single eye hole. This man was Jason Voorhees and he was about to brutally murder his next victim.
“Baby oh screw you! You didn’t even try”, Sheldon said as he returned to his girlfriend. Linda saw that he was wearing a hockey mask. The hockey mask had two distinct red lines running down the cheeks of it along with a triangular red chevron on the forehead of it.
“Are you trying to scare me babe?“, Linda asked him.
“No, I’m sorry babygirl”, Sheldon apologized.
“Ugh you’re such a backstabber!“, Linda groaned and turned around about to head back to the camp. The man in the burlap sack mask charged out of the woodline and directly towards Sheldon, machete in hand. He drove the machete through Sheldon’s stomach blood gushing down the blade. Sheldon wasn’t dead. Jason threw him to the ground face first and brutally and viciously stabbed the young man in the back thirteen times. In the end Sheldon had been the one stabbed in the back. After murdering Sheldon, Jason Voorhees saw the hockey mask that the boy had been holding by the straps in his hand. He removed his own burlap sack mask that he had hidden his face with for so many years, picked up the hockey mask, and put it over his head. This was the look he wanted. This was the look of Jason Voorhees.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
(1979)
Jason spotted the footprints in the mud. These belonged to Linda the girl who had accidentally unknowingly abandoned her boyfriend to die. He knew exactly where the young woman was headed. She was going back to what was once known as Camp Crystal Lake. Jason Voorhees had a thing for killing people in the most brutal ways he thought possible. Now he wanted his next victim to be the brunette who had just fled from him.
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She came off the hiking trail twenty minutes after her boyfriend pissed her off. Linda loved Sheldon, but she hated his constant pranking.
“Where’s your little boyfriend at Lin?“, Victoria asked her best friend. Linda rolled her eyes.
“Oh you know back to his old pranks again”, she replied.
“So you just left him on the trail?“, Victoria’s brother Victor asked her.
“Yeah pretty much. Don’t worry he’ll find his way back to the camp”, Linda assured the twins.
“Screw that! I’m going to look for him”, Victoria told her. Victoria and her twin brother Victor grabbed the flashlights and headed out the door to the cabin.
“I can’t believe she just left him out there with that psychotic killer”, Victor complained. Before his sister had a chance to reply they heard the cabin door slam. It was Linda running off the porch to catch up to the them.
“Guys wait up I’m coming with y’all”, Linda called as she approached them.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
(1979)
A few minutes later Linda spotted her boyfriend laying down face first in a pool of what she thought was ketchup.
“You asshole get up!“, Linda ordered him.
“Quit these stupid pranks! They’re not funny babe”, she continued to rant.
“Babe?“, Linda was now worried. She squatted down beside Sheldon and rolled him over.
“Oh my God!“, Linda screamed in fear when she saw the blood running from Sheldon’s mouth. She knew at that moment that her boyfriend was dead. This was no prank...this was reality.
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Jason Voorhees knew from the few horror movies he was allowed to watch when his mother let him that the killer never returns to the spot of the crime. Jason was the killer and he damn well wasn’t about to return to the trail he had left the young man’s body on. He sat there in the barn at a makeshift work table staring at the blood stained dull blade of his machete. The blade needed to be sharpened or it would not prove very effective in slaying the soon-to-be victims. Jason spun the wetstone and started grinding his machete blade ever so smoothly across the surface of it. Sparks were flying, but the blade was getting sharper and sharper with every grind of the wetstone. Finally after a few minutes the machete was sharpened. It was time to hunt.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
(1979)
Linda, Victoria, and Victor all followed the trail until they arrived at the Camp Crystal Lake hiking trail sign. This was the way back to the cabins where the counselors were located. They approached the office building.
“Excuse ma’am is there something wrong?“, the couselor asked the shakey young woman.
“Yeah there is something wrong! Jason’s back and he’s killed her boyfriend”, Victor informed the counselor.
“Look kids I have more important matters to attend to than a urban legend”, the counselor replied with a small laugh. She was about to find out that the legend of The Curse Of Crystal Lake was all too real. That night around the campfire the legend was told as it had been so many time before.
“The legend goes that there was a young boy named Jason who drowned in this very lake. He returns years later and watches as his mother Pamela Voorhees slays the counselors, but then one camp counselor named Alice beheads Jason’s mother as Jason, her son, watches from the woods. Ever since that day Jason has been spotted here around the camps and woods seeking revenge for the people responsible for his near death all those years ago”, the counselor told the campers. They thought he was a myth. A legend. A story...They would soon discover the truth.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
(1979)
Jason struck that night. The campfire was just getting started and so was the hockey mask killer Jason Voorhees. Jason scraped his machete against the side of one of the tents the campers were sleeping in. One of the campers awoke and saw the silhoutte of a tall man with something in his right hand. Something sharp.
“What the fuck is that?!“, the camper screamed in fear. It was Jason and he was ready to claim his next victim, Jasper. Jasper jumped up out of his sleeping bag, unzipped the door to the tent, and ran. Jason Voorhees was hot on his tail. Luckily for Jason a wood worker at the camp had left a double headed axe in one of the stumps. Jason grapped the axe and threw it. The axe went flying through the air and into the back of Jasper’s neck. Blood sprayed wildly as Jasper grabbed at his throat to stop the bleeding, but to no avail. The man hit the ground dead. The commotion had awakened the other campers and they were all standing outside their tents, as they had witnessed Jasper’s death. The campers had just discovered that the Legend Of Jason Voorhees was real. Jason approached the campers and quickly dispatched all eight of them. Marge had taken a machete to the skull, Donald had taken a machete to the face, and let’s not get into what happened to poor Adrian. Jason Voorhees’s killing spree was complete he no longer had a reasoning to kill innocent campers. The kids who had attempted to drown him were dead. Only except the killing spree wasn’t over...there was still one more person left and his name was Jack.
CHAPTER TWENTY
(1980)
One year later Jason Voorhees vanished. Or so everyone thought. After so long with no killings or bodies Camp Crystal Lake was bought out yet again. This time by a man named Jack Villonova. Camp Crystal Lake was renamed Camp J.V. in honor of the killer Jason Voorhees who was about to resurface. Everything began that night when one of the cabins was broke into.
“Somebody call the cops we got a break in”, Jack ordered the camp crew. That night a police cruiser pulled up to Camp J.V. He went to the cabin that had been broken into and put out a search for the person that was responsible for it.
“Sir we found remains”, one of the officers informed the sheriff. Jason Voorhees had struck again. Little did they know that this was only the begginning. The officer heard a rustling in the woods. He aimed his light towards where the noise had come from and that’s when he saw him. Before he had time to do anything the officer hit the ground with a machete slice to his lower legs. He was bleeding heavily, but aimed his glock at the man towering over him and shot him twice in the head. Jason hit the ground and rolled. He finally stopped rolling when his back hit a dock post. A crew of officers surrounded Jason Voorhees and aimed their guns at his head. They fired, busting the hockey mask off of Jason’s face in the process. The true face behind the Camp Crystal Lake killer had finally been revealed. And it was hideous.
“You’re gonna pay for your crimes and it won’t be in the prison cell either!“, one of the cops said pouring a gallon of gasoline over Jason’s body. The officer then lit his Zippo lighter and set Jason ablaze. Jason Voorhees was being burned alive. The next thing he knew a heavy metal chain had been wrapped around his neck. He wasn’t about to let them put him back down there. Jason grabbed the chain and swung it wildly. The crew of police officers that had been standing over his burning body were now crushed and mangled.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
(1980)
Jason made his way to his barn where his mother’s shrine lay untouched. He was badly burned and heavily injured. There were only three people that he wanted to kill: Jack, Victor, and Linda. He had no idea of Victor’s twin sister Victoria. When Jason reached his barn he was shocked to see the door was open. He hadn’t opened it. Jack Villonova burst out of the stack of hay and tackled Jason to the ground. Victor emerged with a pitchfork and shoved it through Jason’s neck. Jason Voorhees had finally met his match. Victoria and Linda climbed down from the top of the barn and helped their friend and Victoria’s brother. It was time to end Jason’s killing spree once and for all. Jason spotted his machete laying mere inches from his grasp. He knocked Victor off of him and grabbed the machete, drove it through Victor’s chest, and got up. Jason was now armed and was faced with two final campers. Linda and Jack. Jack was about to become the last to die at the hands of Jason Voorhees. He climbed up the ladder to the top of the barn and watched as Jason followed him up it. Jack was backed up to the edge of the barn until finally there was nowhere else for him to go, but over the edge. Jack fell full force to the hard dirt ground and was killed instantly. Two to go.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
(1980)
Jason clmbed back down the ladder to the hay floor. Just in time to get a pitchfork shoved through his abdomen. He was now bleeding heavily and could barely stand. Jason Voorhees was human after all and still felt the pain. Linda grabbed Jason’s machete and slammed it into his head blood squirted in her face as she watched Jason stumble over to where the horses were once kept.
“Your reign of murdering the innocent ends here Jason”, Victoria said as she wrapped the riegn rope around his bloody neck. She then climbed up the ladder and tied the rope, which was run through a pully system, to the wooden bars. Victoria dropped it and watched as Jason flung into the air hanging and snapping his neck. Jason Voorhees wasn’t dead. At least not yet. Linda ran over to where Jason was hanging and lit a cigerette. She didn’t smoke it, but instead threw it onto the floor of the barn. Linda, Victoria, and the dying Victor escaped the barn as it went up in flames. The place where Jason’s murderous spree had been spawned had come to a fiery end. Jason’s shrine to his mother Pamela Voorhees had been reduced to ash along with his mother’s head. Jason hung bleeding out as the fire engulfed his body. His clothes caught fire, he caught fire, the rope caught fire. Jason would not escape this time. He would die. Jason Voorhees could feel his internal organs slowly melting away inside his body. He was bloody, charred, dying. The fire department got there and put the fire out. They never found the body of Jason Voorhees.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
(1981)
One year later Jason Voorhees rose from the dead. He was now badly burned, but still had only one thing on his mind: Revenge for his mother’s death. Jason had already murdered poor Alice in her own apartment, but he was now blood thirsty on killing innocent campers and anyone else who got in his way. Jason wasn’t dead...he was back and up to his old ways again. Jason wasn’t going to stop at anything. No matter what.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
(1981)
A new batch of campers were arriving in two hours at the newly reopened Camp Crystal Lake now with security gaurds eyeing the cabins every hour of the day through survelience cameras located at multiple spots on the camp grounds.
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Victor awoke from his year long coma that morning. He was relieved to be alive after what had happened to him. Then the thought of the hockey-masked killer hit his head.
“Where is he where’s the killer?!“, Victor fearfully asked the nurse that was closest to his hospital bed.
“He’s dead”, was her reply.
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Jason Voorhees the hockey-masked killer was not dead, but he was badly burned from the fire he had been in. He wanted revenge for that as well. He would find his attempted murderer and kill her and her little friend too.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
(1981)
Jason Voorhees was on the search for Linda and Victoria, but little did he know his reawakened murder spree would begin a lot sooner than he thought. Camp Crystal Lake’s new batch of summer campers and counselours would be arriving on the bus soon. Jason was armed with a machete and was now severely burned all over his body. He kneeled down beside a tree and imagined his mother Pamela Voorhees. Her murder spree prior to his.
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Pamela Voorhees began her spree starting with a kitchen knife. She attacked the cabins at night and it all started with the surprise encounter with a camper named Frank. Frank had just come out of his cabin bunk and was immediately met with a knife plunged deep into his abdomen. He suffered a slow and painful death that night as he slowly bled to death. Pamela awaited Frank’s partner, Renae, in the closet. When Renae finally showed up and found the bloody body of her bunkmate slumped over she went to leave, but Pamela stabbed her through the back of the head before she ever had a chance to. Renae’s best friend Jane had gone for a walk through the woods that night. Jane had loved to go for walks in the woods. She’d done so many times in the past, but little did she know that this walk would be the last one she’d ever take. Pamela Voorhees had been following her. She snuck up on Jane, put the knife to her throat, and slit it. Jane’s dead body hit the leaf-covered ground. Pamela Voorhees then returned to the cabins and entered the Number Two cabin. The floors had not been repaired in years, so the floorboards were creaky. The creaking boards had not awakened him, but the slitting of his throat had. Jocasta had bled to death by the time Pamela made her way upstairs to where Fisher was awake. He had been awakened by the sound of the floor creaking at every step Pamela had taken. She quickly slit Fisher’s throat and watched as he bled to death. On the way in another cabin Pamela had busted the glass encasing an emergency axe and took the axe with her, but had cut her hand in the process. In an unmarked cabin Pamela had a hayday with the beautiful young woman who had been alerted by the sound of shattering glass. Jenette ran downstairs, but as she was opening the door Pamela drove the axe through her face killing her instantly. Jenette’s bunkmate, Belavista, had gone outside to smoke a cigerette on the back porch. Pamela had busted out the back glass frightening Belavista. Belavista backed up off the porch as Pamela confronted her. The next day the body of Belavista was found hanging cut in half in a tree with her blood spelling out ” You Murderer” on the tree from which she was hanging by tow chains. Nobody would ever suspect an elderly woman as being the murderer, so naturally Pamela made her way to the place where her son, Jason, had drowned a few years prior. She had been trying to persuade herself to jump in as he had been pushed in, but she couldn’t fucking do it. Finally she had enough and jumped in. Waiting under the dock, but not for her son, for her next victim. Elie made her way down the dock and removed her clothes. She was hoping her boyfriend would chase her and they would go skinny dipping. Pamela splashed the water.
“Babe?“, Elie asked thinking her boyfriend was playing pranks.
“Babe this isn’t funny I’m going back to the cabin”, she remarked. Before she could even get off the dock Pamela Voorhees reached up and grabbed Elie’s leg and pulled her in. She held her head underwater until Elie quit breathing and moving. She had drowned as Jason had all those years ago. Little did Pamela Voorhees know that a nearby shed contained the weapon she would use to kill her final victim. Alexander had just been out for a late night hunt, but had found nothing. As he was nearing the cabins a woman armed with a bow and arrow confronted him.
" Walk your ass over to the door now and stand there hands above your head!“, the woman had told him.
“Who the fuck are you crazy bitch goddamn?!“, Alexander asked her.
“My name is...“, Pamela said pulling back the string to the bow and releasing it. The arrow flew directly into Alexander’s right arm. Pamela Voorhees repeated this process with the remaining nine arrows. When they discovered his body it was almost as if he had been crucified as Jesus had. Except he was blood soaked and pinned to the door with arrows. On one side of the door was Alexander’s body, but on the other a bloody message was written and it read: ” Pamela Voorhees”.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
(1970)
This murder spree wasn’t exacty Jason Voorhees’s first. Before finding his burlap mask Jason had been labeled as a serial killer. In Manhattan, New York Jason Voorhees had made killing a reputation. He didn’t care who you were or where you were you were going to die. At one house a farmer named Jinson had been alerted by a noise outside. He’d grabbed a shotgun and headed outside. As he was standing in front of a oak tree Jason snuck up behind the tree and wrapped a chain of barbwire across the tree cutting deeply into Jinson’s neck. The barbwire was halfway inside Jinson’s neck before his body went completely numb. Farmer Jinson was dead. That night Jinson’s wife had discovered her husbands body and called the cops. A single police officer had shown up introducing himself as Officer Benton. After seeing the body Benton had gone in search of the old man’s killer. He entered The Jinson Farm and was shocked when the door had shut behind him. He sure the hell hadn’t shut it, but who had? Before that answer could be answered Jason stepped out of the shadows and drove the nail pulling end of a hammer through the back of the officer’s head.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
(December 1979)
After leaving Manhatan and returning to Camp Crystal Lake Jason Voorhees had now had experience in killing. He enjoyed it and would continue to do it. Boyfriend and girlfriend Amy and Marcus had just had a night of drinking beer and Cooler Light’s brand was their favorite. It was time for some fun inside the tents.
“Woah baby look at them mighty tits!“, Marcus said as Amy climbed over him and removed her button up shirt. By the time they were fully fucking a man by the name of Thomas was watching their silhoutte and getting a boner. Thomas had had a miniature machete(after all it wasn’t the first one Jason would own) hooked to his belt sheathe. Jason watched the lone stalker for a while before making his move. As Thomas went to prepare to shoot his load towards the tent Jason tackled him and unsheathed the machete. He then watched as Thomas rolled over onto his back.
“Holy fuck who are you?!“, Thomas asked him. In reply Jason swung the machete and cut off the man’s dick. Jason then proceeded by slicing the man’s throat killing him. He made his way towards then tent, lit a rag on fire, and watched as the two campers making love were burned alive. Until they were no longer alive. Poor Randal discovered his best friends body burned to a crisp the next early morning, but when he went to get up to tell the police a man in a burlap mask drove his newfound machete through Randal’s skull killing him instantly.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
(1981)
Right now Jason Voorhees watched as a new group of campers got off the bus. New future victims for him is what that meant. Jason third murder spree, but only his second at Camp Crystal Lake was about to begin. It began that June during the summer of 1981. Jason Voorhees was back and had broken into a cabin. He marched up the crickety stairs and straight to Valerie’s bunkroom. There he snuck over to the bed side and picked up a hunting knife laying on the nightstand.
“Who the...?“, Valerie began to ask the man with the grotesque face, but he put his hand dirty grimy hand over her mouth to muffle out her voice.
“Who the fuck are you?!Creep!“, Valerie finally managed as she broke free from Jason’s hold. She managed to get away and ran downstairs. Jason was smarter than people took him for. He opened the door, walked to the hall closet, opened it then slammed it back shut so that Valerie would think he had left her room, but in reality Jason had headed back into hers and waited behind the door, knife in hand. Valerie headed back upstairs to get her boyfriend’s hunting knife off the night stand for her protection. She opened the door and quickly found the knife as Jason Voorhees had plunged the knife deep into her abdomen. Valerie slid slowly down to the floor dying from her fatal stab wound. The next day a camp counselor made her way to the cabin where Valerie and her boyfriend had been staying in, but when she got upstairs and went to open the door to Valerie’s bunkroom it wouldn’t budge. The counselour thought that maybe they had blocked the door off to have sex, but it was her job to watch after her campers. The police were called and they used a ladder to get to the roof of the cabin where they then slid up a window and discovered the gruesome scene of a young woman in a blood soaked nightgown laying against the door dead.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
(1986)
Five years passed without a trace of the grotesque man who had brutally murdered so many campers and strangers. Where he had gone off to nobody knew. Valerie’s boyfriend, “Bear”, returned to the cabin he was staying in and was shocked to see a shit ton of police cruisers with their lights onn parked in front of it. Bear also saw the ambulance with its back doors open.
“What the hell is going on here?“, Bear asked a nearby policeman. He got his answer when the medical officers came outside rolling a gourney with a black tarp covering the body.
“Officer who is that?“, He asked, but Bear already knew exactly who it was under that tarp. It was his late girlfriend, Valerie. She was dead and he was going to find her killer. That night after the police officers and medical officers had left Bear grabbed a flashlight and a bow and a single arrow and headed out in search for the killer. At around eleven thirty seven pm Bear encountered a man with hideous grotesque features in the woods. Bear went to draw his bow, but the man apprehended him and threw him to the ground where he lay unarmed, as he had dropped the bow and arrow on the ground. The grotesque man, Jason Voorhees, picked up the bow, drew back the string and released it. A single arrow entered Bear’s upper chest and blood began spurting out. He was bleeding out and Jason was nowhere to be seen. Bear lay there unable to move until he took his last dying breath.
CHAPTER THIRTY
(1986)
Jason picked up Bear’s tracker and made his way to the cabin he had been staying in. Bear was dead. On the way to the cabin Jason dug an old rusted tent spike out of the ground. He continued on his way through the trail until he reached the cabin. He busted the glass in the door with the spike and opened it, stepped inside, and hunted. Jason then entered Violet’s bunkroom, but noticed that the blonde was standing alert staring out the window. She was trying to see who had just broken into her cabin when Jason Voorhees made his move. He snuck up behind her and drove the tent spike through Violet’s back. He then threw her out the window she was looking out of. Her body hit the ground with a thud and blood was everywhere. Jason stared down out the window and the bloody heap of what was still recognizable of Violet’s body. He smiled a gritty rotten smile.
EPILOGUE
A few days later Jason Voorhees was back to his original hunt for the two women who had tried to kill him in that barn fire years ago. He would find them and he would kill them. Jason located the counselours cabin and it happened to be that the new Crystal Lake Camp counselours were none other than Victoria and Allison. Jason Voorhees busted through the door armed with his machete. Allison was alerted by the noise downstairs and ran to her closet. There she grabbed a aluminum baseball bat and hid. Her best friend Victoria was taking a shower in the bathroom. Jason used the tip of the machete blade to unlock the door by sliding it through the crack in the locked door. He was inside and ready.
“Is that you Alli?“, Victoria asked thinking it was just her friend joining her for a shower. After all Allison was her girlfriend. It wasn’t Allison. Jason Voorhees aimed the machete towards the shower’s glass sliding door and stabbed through it. The glass shattered into pieces. Jason stabbed a second time at Victoria who was now fully nude and exposed. A searing pain began in Victoria’s side. She had been stabbed. The blade exited her back spraying blood on the wall behind her. Victoria was in excrutiating pain and could no longer stand up. She began to slowly slide down the wall leaving a bloody smear along the way. Finally it was time for the main event. Jason Voorhees armed with a machete made his way up the stairs. He kicked open the door with his boot and barged inside expecting a sleeping Allison. Only except she wasn’t asleep she was wide awake and armed with a bat. Allison swung the bat hitting Jason in the face and knocking him back. Jason dropped his machete and Allison grabbed it. She knew this would be the end for the psychotic killer of Camp Crystal Lake. This Friday the Thirteenth would be his last. Allison stabbed Jason in the heart. He lay there motionless. She then proceeded to make sure that it was officially over. Allison the final girl decapitated Jason Voorhees, but she didn’t stop there. She split Jason’s head in half diagonally watching as both deformed eyes stared at her. Allison had won. Jason Voorhees the deformed child that had drowned in Crystal Lake so many years ago was dead. Born and killed on Friday The Thirteenth.
THE END
