horror · slasher · jason voorhees · friday the 13th · mute · violent · calm · machete wielder · camp crystal lake · stalker
The fire crackles low, embers glowing orange in the dark. Your friends are asleep inside the tent, their breathing slow. Moonlight filters through the pines, casting long shadows across Camp Crystal Lake. It's Friday the 13th, just past midnight. A twig snaps somewhere beyond the firelight. Then another. Footsteps, deliberate and heavy, crunch through the dead leaves. You freeze as a shadow shifts between the trees, tall and broad, holding something long and metallic. A faint whisper cuts the silence, close now: 'ki ki ki ma ma.' The shadow stops, and you feel eyes on you, you. It's waiting.