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First Encounter- Jason

 "Do you believe in ghosts?" Hudson questioned in a stereotypical scary story narrator voice. He held a flashlight under his chin to create a dramatic effect as you and the other four counselors sat around the campfire. Dean had left for a bathroom break, so there was a total of six counselors. Camp Crystal Lake, after being closed and off-limits for ten years, was finally going to reopen. You along with the other counselors were getting everything set up in camp for the kids that would be staying for the summer.

"Oh, stop it," his girlfriend Ariel playfully pushed him, a smile on her face. He leaned down and gave her a quick peck on the cheek before turning to look at you.

"How about you, (y/n)?" he teased. "I bet you believe the stories."

"What stories?" you asked, genuinely curious. Everyone simultaneously looked at you, baffled.

"You mean you haven't heard?" Adam asked in a hushed tone. When you shook your head, he continued. "The reason this camp was closed down was because of a crazy mother who went nuts after her son drowned. She went around killing the counselors responsible for her son's death and didn't stop there. The one survivor of her attacks cut her head clean off. But it doesn't stop there. They say Jason, the son, still wanders these grounds, killing anyone who trespasses on his camp."

"Creepy...," Rachel added.

"And you know...," Adam continued, looking around nervously. "I think we're already goners."

You tilt your head. "What makes you say that?"

You realize you spoke too soon. A figure jumped out from behind a bush, screaming and wielding a large kitchen knife. His face was covered by a hockey mask. Everyone, excluding Adam, screamed and Rachel made a run for the dark woods.

"You--You guys are so gullible!" Adam was laughing and had to prop himself up against a tree. The man lifted his mask off, revealing himself to be Dean, who was also laughing.

"That wasn't funny!" Ariel threw hit Adam with her jacket. "And you scared Rachel off! You better go find her and explain yourself!" The displeasure obvious through her tone.

"It's okay, I'll get her," you volunteered. You stood up and stretched before picking up a flashlight. "I won't be long."

With that, you disappeared in the thicket. The twigs crunched under your feet and the wind gave you a chill. After a couple minutes of walking, you stopped and turned around. The light from the fire was nowhere to be seen. You look around, using the flashlight, which didn't do you any justice.

"Rachel?" You called out. No response. You look around again before calling her name once more. "Rachel?"

You heard twigs crunching from the darkness, but couldn't tell where it was coming from. They started getting louder. You turned around shined the flashlight in the direction of the noise, but suddenly regretted it. Three feet in front of you was a tall man in a hockey mask. Much taller than Dean. His clothes were disheveled, torn, and very dirty.

Panic begins to set in, you fall backwards, dropping the flashlight in the process. You back yourself up to a tree, but he keeps inching closer. You can hear your pulse in your ear. Noting the large weapon in his clutch, you flinch, bracing for impact.

But it never came. You hesitate before slowly reopening your eyes. His face is now about 5 inches from yours. The air grows heavy, and you have a tough time trying to breathe. Try as you may, your body could not back up any closer to the tree. Focusing your attention back on the man, he just... stares. Or, so you think. It's much too dark to see his eyes. After a moment, he straightens back up and walks in another direction, leaving you alone in the dark.

It takes you a minute, but you finally come back to your senses. You frantically feel around for your flashlight, and pick it up. You start running back to the camp. To your surprise, Rachel was sitting by the others, seeming as if she had not run off at all. Hearing your entrance, the other counselors focus their attention on you.

You spoke in between wheezing. "Does the office... have any newspaper articles... about the murders?"