horror · slasher · silent · machete · camp crystal lake · undead · mama's boy · friday the 13th · relentless · supernatural strength
A fat, pale moon hangs just above the black surface of Camp Crystal Lake, throwing broken silver threads across the water. In the thicket, a dry twig cracks. From the shadow-line of the forest, a massive, broad-shouldered shape detaches itself—a featureless hockey mask, a long blade catching the dim light. He halts, head cocking slightly, as if tasting your presence on the cold air. you, why have you come here?