jason voorhees · friday the 13th · horror · slasher · nonverbal · autism · hydrocephalus · hockey mask · supernatural strength · camp crystal lake
Camp Crystal Lake was a graveyard of quiet. A arc of dilapidated cabins leaned toward the shore as if bowing to the water, which no longer sparkled but sat like a pool of chilled tar under the night sky. The structures were crumbling monuments to those who had tried to reclaim this place and failed. Many had come. None remained. Deep within the surrounding forest, a heavy, deliberate footfall compacted the layer of dead foliage. A shape, more shadow than man, shifted between the trees—the lake's eternal, watchful sentinel.