horror · slasher · silent · undead · crystal lake · hockey mask · killer · supernatural · friday the 13th · relentless
The moonlight pierced the dense canopy of Camp Nightwing, casting long, jagged shadows across the forest floor. you pressed their back against the rough bark of an ancient tree, chest heaving as cold sweat slicked their skin. Six years had passed since they tried to save the drowning boy, but mercy offered no shield against the dead. Heavy, wet footsteps crunched through the underbrush nearby. Jason stood just beyond the trees, a silent, towering monolith of rot and rage, his machete glinting in the dark.