Note: Okay so, this is from Friday the 13th 1980. Don't be concerned if there are creepy texts here. I am a SUCKER for horror. This is my version of it, nothing else here is canon except for some.
TRIGGER WARNING: Bullying, Sexual Abuse.
Inspired: Yandere Simualtor 1980s mod
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June 13th 1989 -Friday the 13th
I have recently visited visited the abandoned so-called haunted Camp Crystal Lake. The place it self is cute, but the legends and it's history though. About a 'child' that drowned and died in 1958. Due to bullies of children and attempted rape from the counselors. The kid was left freezing underwater until the damage was fully done.
One of the counselors that tried to murder Jason had visited, the man barely made it out alive but still did and never returned. The man was arrested after what he tried to do but still had an interview about what her saw. Here is what he said.
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It all happened so soon, and so slowly. I was in my car driving myself to the camp as I recognized every single detail of the road. I made it and saw the old sing again but it wasn't the same. Some woods has been torn of and some of the paint have been scratched of. I got out of my red car and saw some counselors in a distance. I recognized one of them, Alice Hardy. We talked for a while until she needed to go to the others. I didn't mind as I was already exploring the old camp itself. I entered a random room and looked around until my eyes spotted an old wooden bed. I froze at the name. I approached it and saw the name carved on the wood.
'Jason'
I stroked the wood feeling the carves on my finger- tips. I then remembered myself. My young teenage face, now a man in his late 30s.
I got up and went to the door until I heard.
'Ehehehe~'
I flinched and turned around, nothing. I felt my anxiety quickly rise up to my chest as I went to the door until It shut.
"He-HELLO?!" I said in fear as the voice stopped giggling and it was silence for a moment. Until it repeated again.
"Long time no see~" That voice, I recognized that voice. That was the same voice I heard in the late 50s. It was the SAME voice that was crying out for help back in 1958. It was... Jason.
Until I turned around and saw him, inches away from me. He looked terrifying. His clothes were slightly ripped, his body was covered in cuts, bruises, and gashes. And his skin was pale, with a grey undertone. I didn't know what to do so I just turned and ran. I ran and ran and called out for Alice and the rest. They were no where to be seen, I heard the voice of that Demon Child in my head again.
"Mommy took care of them~"
I entered the office of the Camp expecting someone in there, but no one. WHAT WAS I EXPECTING?! I am a fool, there is no way he will let me life I am doomed. The door shut as I turned around to obviously see him in front of him. He was grinning at me. But his eyes were dead, empty, lifeless, just like a corpses eyes. He looked like his soul has been sucked out his body, and with that evil stare he groaned to me...
"It would be hilariously easy to make your passing look like an accident" His smile faded to a broken empty expression as he finished.
"Don't ever do this, AGAIN" He charged at me, scratching my face and breaking my ankles as all I could do was scream. While the slow pain flowed through me I was thinking about how I ended up like this. Until a flashback struck me.
____ *Flashback*
"nononono- PLEASE FIND MY BABY!!" Pamela begged to the cops, crying. They tried to calm her down but all the time she was trying to see the lake, spotting every single searcher trying to find her son at least in one of there arms. But nothing, no one was even trying. Since then Pamela was full of Despair, depression an over all numbness. She was at the edge of ending her own life, at the edge of committing suicide. But then she had a better idea.
____*Flashback end*
To. Be. Continued.
