Friday The 13th

The Beginning *Updated*

Date: June 12th, 1984

      I sat up from a nightmare. I yelled as my mom rushed into my room and held her arms over me. I felt sweat run down my forehead. I breathed heavily as she brushed her shaking hands along my blonde, now messed up hair. She shushed me. "it's okay dear, i'll get you some water, stay here". I covered my face as she went downstairs to get me a glass of water. Lightning crashed outside. I immediately threw my head to face the window. i stood up and walked to the window. I crept my fingers behind the lace curtains and looked out the window. It was raining. I sighed in relief while closing my eyes. As lightning flashed once again, revealing the sight of a Man, standing by the tree in my front yard. With a hockey mask on, while holding a machete. Firmly in his right hand. I fell back while gripping onto the curtains and yelped for my mother. I stumbled to get up and pulled myself up with my room door handle and ran downstairs yelling for my mother. "Mom! call the police! There's a killer out there, and he's going to kill me!". I got no response. I felt a tear run down my face, as i slid past the family photos along the staircase wall.

      I approached the 1st floor carpet, and my toes gripped onto the carpet, as if trying to hold me back from moving any further. The front door was wide open. A gust of cold wind blew over to me, and up my back, which sent chills right back down it. I ran and threw myself against it and locked it. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes and counted to 10, while pushing against it. I only got to 3. I heard a glass break in the kitchen. I ran into the kitchen and the faucet was running. I rolled my eyes and sighed. "mom, i thought you hurt yourself, you left the door open, it was cold". I swept up the glass and heard the kitchen door close slowly behind me. I turned around and seen my mom dead, with the wooden handle of the mop snapped in-half, in her chest holding her up against it. I dropped the pan full of glass and screamed, bloody; murder. I backed up, and bumped into the man, he held me from behind and held the machete to my neck, and gouged my throat out.

      I woke up at the kitchen table and my dad was reading the daily news and i sighed. "nightmare darling?". I nodded. "another one". My mom smiled. "That's why you're staying with us, to keep you happy, and smiling". I nodded. There was a knock at the door. "Who could that be?". My dad asked. I got up and went to front door. it was a man. "hello, i stopped by because im looking for Amanda Leeden" I smiled. "thats me". he nodded. "well. you're going to start your first day at work tomorrow?". i nodded. "yes why?". he sighed. "Can i talk to you out here?". I nodded. I closed the door and he said, "I'm Tommy jarvis". I remembered seeing him on the news. he sighed. "Be careful when you go there". I set a Radio there. Contact me, if anything happens. I mean it Amanda". I nodded. "I don't understand". he sighed and sneakily ran away.