Friday the 13th

Chapter 1: Revenge

Friday the 13th, May 1958,

Unknown Person POV

I wasn't going to let these counselors go. I was stuck in the fucking institution, done nothing wrong but attempting to murder those fuckers. But they still work here, and I'm not letting them away this time.

The delicate, soft, entertaining music blared from the cabin. Jason loved this song. Not until he drowned. I sat down at the bottom of an oak tree. I listened carefully to the lyrics, replaying my memories with Jason.

The song stopped, and a tear strolled down my eye. I was aggravated by these counselors. I peered through the window and saw Paul and Janice venture upstairs for some fun. I was enraged by the look on their faces. How can Jason's death not haunt them? They'll pay.

Janice's POV

I follow the steps of Paul, as he drags me upstairs. We were about to get it on, I couldn't wait until he was in my pants. He soon halted, he began to make out with me. He lowered me, I could feel his unconditional love. I wanted to be with him forever.

"Let's do this baby, strip down for me," Paul said flirtatiously, the stench of beer attacked my nose as Paul spoke. He had one too many, on the bright side, I get better sex, I suppose. 

I start unbuttoning my shirt, revealing my bra, my boobs a bit exposed, I face the opposite way and slowly remove my bra. 

"Yes, nice," Paul says satisfied. 

I slide my short shorts off, revealing my panties. As I turn to face him, I make him hornier by rubbing my boobs. He licks his lips, slowly, reaching out for my boobs. I then hear the creaks on the stairs, I race for my shirt.

"Hey! Get outta here, can't you see I'm trying to enjoy some time with my girlfriend!" Paul screams. Clearly pissed.

"Babe that's enough. Oh. My. God. You're that crazy chick whose son drowned" I say, surprised. 

Pamela Voorhees POV

How could she say that? I lost my son, calls me crazy, it's her fault, and she's being quite a bitch. I'm a rip her to pieces. I place my hand on the knife, staring right into Paul's eyes. I needed to kill off the prince, he'd get in my way. Let Janice be grief-stricken before meeting her fate. 

I start shoving Paul, attempting to intimidate him, failing, because he's drunk. He starts shoving me back, I stumble, nearly losing my footing. I shoved the knife down his throat, then again slashing it across his eye. 

Janice's POV

I saw as Pamela brutally murdered Paul, my boyfriend, my lover, my fucker. I loved him to bits, I couldn't see her doing this. I then look back on the day her son drowned. Paul and I were the lifeguards on duty. We went off to fuck and left Jason to drown.

I was mortified, the woman had a knife in her hand, she was aiming it down, towards me. I can't imagine her doing this. Although she was institutionalised for attempting to murder me before. But I thought that was just plain rage. So I pressed no charges. Yet, she somehow hates us and has managed to kill Paul.  

Pamela approached me slowly, muttering under her breath. She twitched, I could see the blood stains on her blue sweater. I attempt to escape by blocking her path with some boxes. There was no exit, except the stairs. 

I plan my escape route, and bolt for the stairs, I'm soon tripped by Pamela, and find myself on the floor. She pins me to the ground, I try to wiggle free, but to no avail. She lifts the knife and sinks it into my back. I scream in agony, and my vision goes blury. All I can see is Pamela walking away, before the lights went out and I passed away, rotting on the top floor with Paul.