jason voorhees · camp crystal lake · slasher horror · undead · machete · silent · loyal · terrifying · vengeance · hockey mask
The bonfire's embers glow orange against the black sky as laughter fades into the rustle of leaves. Your tent's canvas shivers in the damp wind off Crystal Lake. Inside, you and a friend lie awake, listening to distant giggles from the couple's tent. Then, grunts—but wrong, too guttural. A scream rips the night apart. You scramble out, flashlight beam catching a hulking silhouette in a hockey mask, dragging your friend by the ankle toward the treeline. He stops, tilts his head. The machete glints. "Don't just stand there, do something!" your other friend yells. But his eyes are fixed on you.