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No one had been to Camp Crystal Lake in quite a long time. Ever since the Crystal Lake Killer, Jason Voorhees’, monstrous battle with Freddy Kruger all those years ago, the area had been void of people, aside from occasional teens who think it would be great fun to wander Jason’s killing grounds. Of course, one can certainly guess what happens to those people.
“Maybe we shouldn’t be here, Tom” Jane exclaimed, in a quiet, almost frightened voice. “What’s the problem? Oh, is that Jason Voorhees crap still bothering you? Look, that Ralph guy was just crazy. Don’t take anything he says seriously.” Tom replied. “I know, but...” Jane’s voice trailed off as Tom leaned her head upward and kissed her. She could have sworn she heard something, but all thought was lost as passion overtook her.
THUD. THUD. THUD. The sound of Jason Voorhees’ huge boots should have been noticeable by anyone, but somehow the bulky killer managed to maintain silence as he made his way towards the tent. The shadows of Tom and Jane could be seen from outside, and Jason could see that they were making love. But he didn’t care. They let him drown. Mommy said to kill them, and so it shall be done. Jason could hear the girl moaning from the tent. He took a look at the machete gripped in his right hand, and began lumbering towards the two teens. He had to fulfill Mommy’s wish.
“Did you hear something?” Jane asked. “Jane, this is starting to get really old, y’know?” Tom replied in an annoyed tone. She rolled over and put on her t-shirt. “I know I heard something, Tom. Would you please just go outside and check?” Tom said nothing. With an agitated look on his face, he got up and went outside. Tom looked around, and just as he thought, no one was outside. “Jane, there’s no one ou-“Tom’s voice was cut off as the massive blade sliced into his chest. He looked up to see the figure only rumored to exist, Jason Voorhees, standing over him, staring coldly down at him. “Tom,” Jane said from inside the tent, “Are you ok?” It was then that she noticed the shadow standing over the side of the tent. It was much too tall to be Tom. Then it hit her. Jason! She scurried out of the tent, ignoring Tom’s corpse lying on the ground, and began to run to an unknown destination. After a while of running, she had to stop. She looked all around her, but saw nothing. It was now that the realization of Tom’s death hit her, and she began to bawl like a child. She fell to her knees, weeping into her hands.
THUD. THUD. She heard the sound almost immediately. She jerked her head from her hands and looked up...just in time to see the machete swinging towards her skull.
Jason looked down at his work, wondering if Mommy would finally be pleased. Then, just as the thought passed his mind, a voice took it’s place. “Jason!” it said to him. It was Mommy. “Jason...my special, special boy. You’ve done such a good job pleasing Mommy. But there is something I need you to do.” Jason stood firmly in place, awaiting instructions from his mother. “I need you to go back to New York. Yes, you remember that place, don’t you, Jason? You must go to New York City, you have unfinished business there. Go now, Jason!” Jason obeyed, as usual, and walked off into the distance, almost disappearing into the fog.
Somewhere in the distance, Freddy laughed...
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