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Dead By Dillight Global Moderator The Trapper I have made 22,646 posts Right now I'm Offline I joined September 2015 I've received 1 like	Camp Memories Jun 6, 2017 7:29:14 GMT -6 Post by Dead By Dillight on Jun 6, 2017 7:29:14 GMT -6 (got a mad hair to write something based on the Friday the 13th Franchise after I played the game. (which is pretty good) so enjoy and I will like feedback) The moon glistened shining above the haunting waters as the wind caressed me. Gazing upon the lake I can not believe I am standing in the most dangerous area in the United States. With more murders discovered here than in most natural disasters. Those that don't get discovered right away, do eventually, when usually only one escapes. Those who escape talk about a man. They talk about a man in a hockey mask that butchered people like a rabid animal. Using everything and anything he could get his hands on to destroy. A killer, the spirit of a young boy who nearly drowned, saw his own mother kill people out of revenge for thinking that he did so, then taking her place when she was killed in self defense. After that, this area this area known as Camp Crystal Lake, got another infamous nickname, Camp Blood. I look down from where I am standing staring at two grave stones, side by side. Both with the same last name, both mother and son, but only one of them is actually dead. The other is alive, if you call him alive. I kneel down placing a single rose on the grave of one, and a pack of gum on the other. I could tell the son was watching me, waiting, this is his territory after all, he was protecting this place from anyone, even me. I could feel his spirit, I could feel him waiting for me to leave like I usually do. You won't hurt me...you won't hurt me at all will you? Jason I turn to leave saying out loud "Come on out Jay, I know you're watching me. This isn't going to be like last month, I have something to tell you. I got the rights to the lake." No response, typical. "I know it's not really my lake, I get it Jay. You're just going to see me more often, I'm going to be building an actual home here. It's your land, your home, your turf, I know this, but I figured that this might stop people from coming here, Jay. If they do, don't blame me, just enjoy doing what you do. The Kings of the Camp, like when we were kids." Tree branches began to move, cricking and cracking as I heard footsteps heading towards the old campgrounds. Never were much of a talker, where you, Jason. I'll see you in the morning I guess. Upon mornings sweet awaking, my word was kept as I came back alone with tools to begin building my home. To my surprise, or really not surprise, there was already a big pile of lumber in the entrance way, with rather...fun...arrows. Arms...arms of kids stupid enough to come here on a dare, they never learn. It's bad that I'm used to it by now. Everyone wants to be the guy who "survived the night" here at Camp Crystal Lake. Survived Jason, Survived Camp Blood, being known as a legend for doing so. Though from what I hear, those who have don't feel like legends. I heard this one girl named Tina, whenever someone brings up her time here, weird things happen. Things that her husband, Nick, has to cover up. Something weird about that girl... Back to arms, I followed them, tieing up the lumber with a piece of rope, dragging it across the dirt. He was not stingy, I don't think I'll be able to use all of this. Maybe that's the point, like before, he's watching me. Making sure that's all I'm doing. There's a lot of arms here, poor kids, never stood a chance. I'm guessing people just ignore, Camp Blood's legend, or they want to prove it's just that...a legend. I at least know better. I look ahead as the arms stop. The old camp grounds...most of the cabins were disgusting, delapadated, old, looking like they could come down at any moment. However, I noticed there was one cabin that was...leveled, Cabin 4A-3. I get the hint Jason. I began to move the old lumber, getting to work. Mid afternoon rolled around as I began working on the foundation. I did have a tent, with the essentials, but that's about it for now. Want to take my time with this, rushing it will only make it look worse. A sound comes though that sends a shiver down my spine, and no it wasn't the footsteps clearly heard in the forest for a bit cracking and breaking sticks with their awesome weight. No...this was a sound that I couldn't believe I was hearing...the sound of a car.
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Dead By Dillight Global Moderator The Trapper I have made 22,646 posts Right now I'm Offline I joined September 2015 I've received 1 like	Camp Memories Jun 6, 2017 21:13:09 GMT -6 Post by Dead By Dillight on Jun 6, 2017 21:13:09 GMT -6 A car? A CAR!? This is private property! I stormed up there as people came out with a camera the size of my head over his shoulder "What the heck is going on?" "Hello sir! I represent GNN the Global News Network." stated the man as he looked right at me as I started to see others funnel out of the car. "My name is Lance Clyde, I'm here because I want to do a piece on your purchase of Camp Crystal Lake. With all the rumors and speculations about this place, I thought it'd be private property forever" ' I started to hear more voices and said "What the heck is going on?" Surely no is that stupid to bring kids here! Camp Crystal Lake has a death curse for a reason! There used to be a guy for this, than Jason got it in his head it was a great idea to MURDER HIM. "Oh! Interns, they're here for the field piece. They're in charge of holding the camera, making sure the equipment working,..." this bastard started to list "Dying" a non to eager tone came from my voice as one girl stopped dead in her tracks because of that sentence "I thought I said when I bought this land I didn't want TV crews around. Go back to your station and stay there!" I barked back, these people are out of their minds. There have been over one hundred murders and even "dissaperances" which I know means more murders. I know what he does! He doesn't want to be disturbed on his property, I had to make sure that's why I was here. "Well I'm sorry, oh messanger of god" mocked this...Lance fellow "But we have a million dollar story just laying here and you want me to just ignore it!? The Voorheese Murders are legendary! I'd be insane to pass up this opportunity" So this was unofficial, meaning he's off the grid and I can just call the cops...but the phone lines are dead because of you know who. Cell Phone Reception doesn't mean a thing out here either. So I can't just call the sheriff without going all the way to town and getting them, and by the time I'm back everyone's dead. I heard sticks breaking, and they were loud, he's about as happy with this as I am. Goodie Goodie Gum Drops, now I have three problems. I have no house, I have a news crew who won't take a hint, and I have an angry sociopath on top of it. Urg, I'd say things couldn't possibly get any worse, but no they really can't. Lance said "Come on, it's just a couple a questions and we'll be out of your hair. Just why did you buy the lake and aren't you scared of the murders being here and...is there a Jason?" "I ought to know there was a Jason, I went to Camp with him" I unintentionally blurted out as I could almost see the greedy dollar signs in his head "That camera better not have been on" "Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't" replied the smug bastard "But, you went to camp with him" Pinching my forehead I stated "Get the fuck out of here please? It's my land and I wanted zero interviews about it." I started to head towards the unfinished cabin. Just ignore them, and they'll go away, if they scream ignore that too. That Lance fellow was so irritating that I would not miss him when he's gone. I started to work on my cabin when I heard footsteps in front of me, "I know, I know, but..." I looked up and paused seeing the girl again. She was a petite little thing, young happy, ready to take on the world. Reminded me a lot of a girl I was sweet on back at Camp. She kneeled down, and paused "Did the old one fall down?" "Knocked down" was my response "Figured I could fix it up and work on it here" She's just another person who should leave. If it wasn't for my connection I wouldn't even be here. However, No, I have to deal with this crappy newscaster, and some interns. All of them, except for this one, looking like they would be the kind of people Jason would...deal with. Part of me is starting to get why he does what he does. "Before you ask, it was weather not Jason" "I'm not Lance" replied the girl "They call me Lacy Val, but you can just call me Lacy" replied the little tulip as she kneeled down "I know Lance, and sadly you might have to put up with him. He's not going to leave until he gets his story, and that bombshell you dropped didn't help" A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I said "He's going to be that much of a pain in my ass isn't he?" "Unfortunately yes" Lacy brought up. "There really is only one way to get him to stop, and unfortunatly you know that way" "If it'll save all your lives" I stated getting up. Looking out into the woods. "Hang on, I'm going to be back, tell your boss that I'm willing to do the interview, but I'm not happy about it" I walked into the woods and heard the creeking and cracking of trees spintering under my feet. Slowly I pushed my way out, spotting dried up skeletons nailed to trees and a cabin that looked like it was constructed by a blind man. Delapadated, old, disturbing, disgusting, home to one one supernatural man. Time to make an unfortunate house call. Slowly, I headed to the cabin and walked inside the entrance "Jason, I'm coming in."
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Dead By Dillight Global Moderator The Trapper I have made 22,646 posts Right now I'm Offline I joined September 2015 I've received 1 like	Camp Memories Jun 6, 2017 22:35:18 GMT -6 Post by Dead By Dillight on Jun 6, 2017 22:35:18 GMT -6 I've forgotten how creepy this place is. The crows called perched on the top of the rooftops looking at me like they were watching my every move. The walls on the outside looked like they were painted with blood, almost literally. Bits of human flesh could be see everywhere on the outside, however I think that was the least of the evidence. I looked and gasped at the sight of a rotting corpse being suspended in the air against the cabin walls with nothing but a pitchfork. There was a cold wind that existed in this area, an aura that felt like it was choking me, taking every inch of air out of my lungs and replacing them with this new vile toxin that was known as fear. My mind was clouded as I resigned myself to keep going further inside. The floor was...what I expected, lined up with bodies upon bodies. Some were bones, some were rotting flesh, the smell could make the those who have lost the scent of smell grateful for their handy cap. It was hard to manuver around the bodies, the bodies of the lost, the foolish, the brave. I knew that I couldn't touch even one of these. I couldn't touch a single one, they were placed that way. Finally there was a clearing, though probably not for me. Not for me at all, out of my head I gasped at what I saw. There was a severed head sitting on a mantle surrounded by candles, it was the oldest rotten thing here. However, it looked like it was carefully preserved. I paused as...I noticed something Roses...including the latest one that I placed surrounded this head. My hand touched the altar. There was so much guilt that flooded my mind as I looked at this head. I knew who this was, and I was face to face with her, at least part of her. I...failed...my promise to her. It wasn't my fault but I failed. I failed my secret promise to keep him out of trouble. There was a cold breeze as I heard distorted breathing behind me. Slowly, my head turned as I jumped a bit gasping careful not to disturb the altar or god forbid knock off the head. There was a massive man, a mountain of a man standing before me, his body rotted decaying and beat up, his face looking like it's seen 100 wars, his clothing tattered and in ruins. I started to calm down when and said "Hey Jay, you got big" which caused a head tilt. "Sorry for not knocking, but you don't have a door" I started with a joke, as his eyes were narrowed and ready for a kill. "Jason, you know who I am, don't you? You're not stupid. I know it's been...how many years now?" I looked at his face, covered by an old school style hockey mask. The death mask that only very few have seen behind and lived to tell the tale about it. I paused as I heard chewing, than couldn't help but try not to laugh "Juicy Fruit, never could get enough of that stuff could you big man." He kept chewing as the atmosphere soften, but the area still creepy "Why don't we, let your mom rest?" A slow nod came from the death curse of Crystal Lake as I slowly made my way out into less...grizzly conditions. I looked at Jason's side, there was a machete attached to his belt, one filled with bloodstains. Probably should keep my mouth shut about that, after all, it's not like he hasn't killed people who were trying to help make sure he's left alone. I felt two large hands grasping my shoulders, and they felt like I was being squeezed like a vice. Slowly that grip turned into a hug as I started to smell him, dude never did shower Mrs. Voorheese did it for him, but good god man, you live next to a lake! I know you're a walking corpse but wow! The hug was released as he sighed "So I think you about our "guests" " I used the STRICTEST location. "Trust me, I don't want them here either." I leaned my back on a tree with a groan "But, you made this place famous, everyone wants to know why I'd buy Camp Crystal Lake. If I was crazy enough to fix it up again" I saw Jason going for his machete as I had to quickly say "It's not going to happen Jason. I'm not doing it. There will be no more camp counselors after this. " Slowly the hand moved away, as I took a deep breath, things have definitely changed since we were kids. "So, I'm going ask you politely to leave these ones alone. I can't control you, but I just thought I'd ask" Jason's tilted head basically asked the question of why for me "If you want to know why, it's because I want people to leave this place alone. The quicker I get done with this, the quicker this becomes home again." He looked at me still quietly confused. Slowly I saw the gum spat on the ground as I grew silent not knowing what that meant. I sighed realizing I was either talking to a brick wall or he heard me. I'll know by tonight. Jason walked off as I said "Before I forget, thanks for the Lumber, I'll get my new place fixed up in no time. I just got to deal with something first." I turned and then went towards the campgrounds. Let's get this interview over with so they all can just leave. Today is June 13th, Jason's birthday, it's why I gave him the gum...it's also Friday. For their own safety, they should leave before the night falls.
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Dead By Dillight Global Moderator The Trapper I have made 22,646 posts Right now I'm Offline I joined September 2015 I've received 1 like	Camp Memories Jun 7, 2017 14:49:17 GMT -6 Post by Dead By Dillight on Jun 7, 2017 14:49:17 GMT -6 "So, here we are" I said resigned sitting in the only cabin that had power, my temporary place to live. Lacy was having the camera stated as Lance was sitting across from us. "Where do you want to start?" "Why did you buy Camp Crystal Lake?" Lance started, which I admit was a fair reason. My response was simple "Before it gained it's terrible reputation, this was basically a home away from home for me. I loved it when I went to camp. Made a good friend...a good friend that..got that short stick in life I guess" stating the blindingly obvious. Lance smelled blood in the water and said "You're talking about Jason Voorheese, how you supposedly went to camp with him?" My eyes flared up as I instantly said "There was no supposedly about it" He took a deep breath "I guess if we're going this route, we should start with the story. That camp visit, every great moment" It was a hot summer that year, boiling. I was a kid with a lot of mental issues, I was fine enough to take care of myself but my issues put me in the Special Needs cabin. I was begging my mother not to take me, I wanted to do anything else, but I had no choice in the matter. I resigned myself for being made fun of and being called retarded. The Camp was a lot more lively back than. Bright and colorful, the cabins were well put together, the Councillors were...they were very nice. I still sighed, as the one from my cabin lead me to him. Lead me away. Talking to me like I precisely 0 brain cells. It was a big cabin, probably for the physically disabled. The councilor turned to me and explained and I quote "Okay little guy, there's two people who stay at this cabin. A little kid, and his mother who wants to make sure he is constantly watched, okay?" I nodded and said "Okay" opening the Cabin Door as I saw something that made me jump a bit. I was a terrified of what I saw, the deformities on his face, the look his mom gave me when she saw my reaction. This was the cabin, of one family. This was the cabin, of Jason Voorheese" Almost seeing the dollar signs in this eyes Lance stated "Please continue, what was he like when you first met? Where their sign's already of what he became before his death?" His death? Oh right, Tommy Jarvis supposedly killed him and the Jason I know is just a rumor in the eyes of the public. Jason was supposedly dead and buried. If they only knew. "Well if you must know..." The first time I approached him, Jason cowered in a corner. I was thrown off by this, asking what was wrong. He whimpered back to me "Please don't beat me up! I don't want to get beaten up!" The councilor was thankfully there to say something on my behalf "He's not here to beat you up, this is your new roommate. The one we told you about the past couple of days." The look of relief on the poor kid's face was the stuff of legend, his mother still keeping an eye on me. I could tell she didn't like me when she first met me. To be fair to myself, I was a kid and he had a very scary face. However my goal right then and there was to walk towards him, his mother keeping an eye, I felt like she was going to spring up and strangle me. My hand slowly went towards him, as a gesture of friendship. I stated my name to him and simply asked "Do you want help up?" Slowly Jason took my hand as I helped him up. I felt it was kind of ironic that we were both scared of each other. I asked him something "Do you have a name?" Slowly he talked stammering his words until finally he spat out Jason. His mother nodded in approval as I said "Nice to meet you Jason." I felt and instant connection to this strange boy who looked so terrifying. He and I...we hit it off right away. That's where the trouble started though.
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Dead By Dillight Global Moderator The Trapper I have made 22,646 posts Right now I'm Offline I joined September 2015 I've received 1 like	Camp Memories Jun 9, 2017 12:59:41 GMT -6 Post by Dead By Dillight on Jun 9, 2017 12:59:41 GMT -6 "The trouble began?" Lance inquired in that typical way that reporters can get a response that was basically manipulating him. However for once he was right so I didn't mind. I looked at Lacy, and she seemed more invested than even Lance was. "Yes, the trouble began" I continued looking at the setting sun. Please Jason, don't do anything wreckless. "You see Jason wasn't exactly popular when I got there. To be honest, we was...constantly harassed. Honestly, his mother was very clingy to him because of it. She complained to the head of the camp several times but of course what she got was "Boys will be Boys" and that was it. Myself on the other hand, I hated seeing the way Jason was treated. He was born the way he was, it's not like he asked to be deformed and slow, it was just the cards he was dealt in life. Jason needed someone to step up. So I became the guy that did. There was this one guy that went by the name of Hoss. I decided that Jason wasn't going to get picked on anymore" I was about to continue but than we all paused as we heard as we saw the power in the temporary cabin I had set up go out next door. Oh hell. I went to finish the interview but Lance urged me on, Lacy was understandably nervous. Okay Lance, just know I tried to save your interns. "It was during Lunch, and I was eating with Jason as I was required to do. When of course, in walks Hoss. The counciler who was supposed to be watching us was gone, and Mrs. Voorheese was going to get food for Jason. He was always the last one to get any meals. Hoss started to poke fun at him. Saying that he was never going to get a girl, pushing him. Eventually I had enough, I waited till I finished my lunch, Hoss kept going and going, and then he got a plastic tray in his face. I calmly walked to him and looked down. I remember exactly what I said to him "Hoss? Right? Hoss isn't it? Let me explain something to you. That guy right there, is my bunkmate and my friend. No one, messes with my friends. If I find you ever EVER harassed Jason again, I will personally feed you your own shoe. Now get away from us." Needless to say, Hoss listened. I was going to be in serious trouble for what I did though until Mrs. Voorheese surprised me by saying "What? Boys will be boys after all" and just like that, the argument was dropped. When we got back to the Cabin, Jason thanked me but was so confused. He asked why someone ANYONE would defend him. He looks like a freak. His mother tried to tell him that he was beautiful, but Jason knew. He wasn't as stupid as everyone thought. I simply told him the truth. No one deserves to be treated like that. No one deserves to be bullied like that. Just like that Jason and I became the best of friends. We stated that we were the Kings of Camp Crystal Lake. Mrs. Voorheese and I got close as well. She loved that her son had a friend. "Now I can end the story here and explain why I wasn't around when Jason supposedly drowned." I stated to Lance "However, you wanted a good story. I have...the moment that I knew that Jason was far more capable of what he knew. I have a story that involves him...face to face...with another known serial killer. Face to face, with Michael Myers"
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Dead By Dillight Global Moderator The Trapper I have made 22,646 posts Right now I'm Offline I joined September 2015 I've received 1 like	Camp Memories Jun 15, 2017 15:28:20 GMT -6 Post by Dead By Dillight on Jun 15, 2017 15:28:20 GMT -6 "It was a weird day at the Camp. It was pouring rain, so all the activities had to be done inside. Jason didn't really like the rain, but I managed to calm him down as we began to play games with his mom. Mostly board games, little known fact the guy is a killer at Candyland. I know that was a bad pun, but I regret nothing. Seriously, the guy beat us every time. Anyways, what happened was there was a door that opened. It was a child...about our age. We weren't informed of a new bunkmate. This child though, he...he had this blank..pale...emotionless face. The blackest eyes...the devil's eyes. Those eyes walked towards the cabin in the corner. I felt...so defenseless. I felt like...I felt like a monster was suddenly here. A living breathing nightmare that walks the earth. Mrs. Voorheese wisely kept Jason close to her. I was basically standing near him. It was terrifying, a choking fear that...I couldn't explain and never have been. Maybe I could see the future. If there was ever a sign that Jason was...different...than the other kids. Heck, even more different than me, it was this. Jason actually got away from us. I went to stop him, but he told me to stay away. I was so scared for him, as was Mrs. Voorheese. She and I were ready to spring into action in case something went wrong. There was a silence in the cabin. However, what happened next...I remember every word that was spoken. "Hello" started my best friend as I waited for him to say something wrong and offend this child. There was no response from this child, nothing he just stared at the corner. Only slightly turning his head looking at Jason before looking at the pillar again. Jason said "Do you not speak good? It's okay, I'm not good with...with...what it again?" He was looking at me begging for me to response as I told him that he was thinking words. "Yeah that, I'm not good with those either" The child was still silent, I was terrified, however Jason got closer. Jason said "Do you want to play Candyland?" With almost a burst up from his head this child turned and looked at Jason, he had a look of total confusion on his face, and that choking dread began to lift a bit. The child still said nothing as Jason went to get the game. "We can play with Mommy and my bestest friend." "Okay" stated the child as he looked at Jason, almost like he was amused. Jason started to set up as the boy said "What's your name?" "I'm Jason, one of the Kings of Camp Crystal Lake!" Jason said with such glee. "What's yours?" "Michael" replied the boy, he said it with such a calm it felt like...like he despised saying it. "I want to be known as the Boogeyman" That was mine, and to a greater extent Mrs. Voorheese's neon lit warning sign. She stood up quickly as she said to Jason "Jason why don't we umm...play a different game with Michael." "Candyland is fine" Michael responded casually. Jason asked me "What's the Boogeyman?" I really did not want to awnser but Jason was looking so curious and I was like...almost compelled to tell him. "It's...it's a person...that hurts and scares people" Jason turned to Michael, almost curious "Like a bully?" We froze as I beg whispered to Mrs. Voorheese "Mam, please get him to stop, I don't want Jason to offend people. Jason doesn't know any better" "No...I want to hurt bad people" responded Michael. "Really bad people like my sister, she never watched me...she never loved me...she...only cared about herself. SO I made her pay." The bluntness of it all. "Ever since than I had that Doctor Loomis guy talking to me. Michael why this? Michael why that? I find it fun...that's all. It's a game to me" As if there weren't enough bad things Mrs. Voorheese and I clicked VERY fast on what happened to Michael's sister. Jason set up as Mrs. Voorheese reached under the bed revealing to me that she had a machete tucked under there. She told me to keep quiet as she looked at Michael. We sat down as Mrs Voorheese said "Mommy will have to sit this one out sweetie. Her hand hurts really badly" Jason nodded at that as we began to play. Jason crushed us, but the whole time I watched Michael. He was...always so calm...always so quiet. He didn't do anything bad, yet...he didn't do anything good either. Thank god we heard sirens. Michael slowly stood up and said "This was fun too, Jason. I hope we are friends now" Jason nodded and smiled "I have to head out now. This was a nice break" When he left the stench of evil left with him. We were stun locked for a while. However, sadly came the day I feared. You see, I had to leave camp early. My father picking me up because he wanted to take me hunting. Days later I heard the news...that Jason drowned, supposedly, it was a crushing blow. I missed him. "And I believe that's all you need" was my response as Lance was practically drooling. Lance stated "Y...yes. We'll get the interns, and leave." I slowly stood up and walked with him, staying close to Lacy. "I got a bad feeling, stay by me" Lacy grew quiet wondering what I meant by that
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Dead By Dillight Global Moderator The Trapper I have made 22,646 posts Right now I'm Offline I joined September 2015 I've received 1 like	Camp Memories Jun 16, 2017 8:40:11 GMT -6 Post by Dead By Dillight on Jun 16, 2017 8:40:11 GMT -6 There was clap of thunder as the rain began to pour in. The thunder and lightning raged on as they struck the ground. Lance was headed to the Interns place as he paused jumping a bit, there was no lights in the house. Lance figured "Power must of knocked out their transformer." which was not unfair each building that had power still had a private transformer. However, when we investigated it, there was an axe in it. The news reporter looked at me irate "What the hell!? Are you trying to have someone prank my interns?!" "I did warn you away from this place and you wouldn't listen." was my only comment. "Next time, take my damn advice" there was another clap as we went inside. The dark cabin creaked as I felt an all to familiar eye looking at me. He's here, which can only mean one thing. It didn't take long as a corpse of a half naked intern dropped down causing the three of us to jump. The poor girl had her eyes gouged out by thumbs and must have been left dangling there for a while. Obviously terrified Lance and Lacey looked at me as Lance stated "What the fuck is going on!?" I only said three words "I warned you" Lance, Lacy, and I bolted up stairs as we saw a bed that was bent in half with a couple being folded up like an accordion. The blood was everywhere, that's going to be a nightmare to clean. Lacy backed up as she felt something behind her and than fell to the ground. She looked up and saw another intern that was hung by a noose and looked like he was stabbed about 100 times. Lance looked around and grabbed a gun and pointed it at me. "You sick bastard! I'm going to..." He pulled the trigger...but it clicked. There was no ammo in that gun. As if on cue the fresh wall on the other side of the cabin room burst open with a corpse being flung through it, this one having a machete through the chest. There was blood curddling scream that came from Lacy as she saw, him. Lance froze up in fear as there was a calm casual walk from the infamous man behind the mask. Jason yanked his machete back as he looked at Lacy, myself, and Lance. Lance shouted "WHAT THE FUCK!? What kind of sick joke is this?! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT THING!?" He did the dumbest thing I've ever seen. He smacked Jason across the head knocking his mask off with the gun. Jason looked, well, like a rotting zombie man who was trying to keep his face looking okay but what did you expect. The ghastly appearance caused poor Lacy to faint. Jason...took Lance's action like I expected, he yanked the machete back and than grabbed Lance by the throat slamming him against the wall. He pulled Lance across the ground and lifted him up. He than took the machete and stabbed it through Lance, and slowly...but surely sliced him down. Pushing him aside with no care. Jason looked at me as I picked up his mask and handed it back to him. Jason looked at Lacy as I picked her up. "This one gets to live man, she's a good girl." Jason had the look like he was groaning. "Oh don't give me that. Please clean up your mess, I'll deal with her." I placed Lacy on the edge next to the sign of Camp Crystal Lake. I took a permanant red marker and cross off Crystal Lake and replaced it with Blood, than walked back. The sun rose as I was back at work in reconstructing the cabin. He's out there still, I know he is. He's out there watching me, like I did for him in the past. The Kings of Camp Crystal Lake, reunited and it feels so good. (End with credits song)
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