ೃ⁀➷𝘈𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘒𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘴(𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥)

Chapter 3- Letters

"My decision is to...accept and see what becomes of this. I do hope that it will end positively but I'm afraid at the same time" I answered honestly and looked down at the folder again before playing with the bracelet on my arm.

"Oh, Y/N honey we'll be with you the whole time. Not literally but we will support you since we started this." I look up to see my mother looking at my father for his approval and I see that he nods in agreement to her statement.

"That's right, Y/M/N (Your mother's name). Your mother and I will be with you no matter what you decide in the end. Lets put this aside now and eat." I giggled along with mom when dad spoke of food. He has always loved his food and he always jokes about how mom won him over with her cooking.

---Time Skip---

We had just finished eating and were waiting to receive our bill when I noticed some unopened envelopes in the folder.

"Hey, mom, what's this" I help up the letters with a look of confusion clearly written on my face.

"Oh, those are letters from each of the men who wish to have your hand Y/N. They all sent one for you to read before you see them so don't read them tonight okay, I know how curiosity takes over you."

"I won't mom, I promise. It'll be fun to read them just before I see them. Also, when will I go for the first person and who will that person be mom"

"It's going to be Jason, Jason Voorhees. From what I've learned he's a very nice man, true gentlemen. We talked, well we emailed and you'll actually be going in a weeks time so I would recommend that you pack. Oh, and he lived on a campsite so keep that in mind when packing, a bit odd but you always loved the outdoors. Well, being alone and reading in the outdoors"

I nod to her with a slight smile at the memories, I see the waiter in the corner of my eyes coming with our bill so I put the folder in my bag for safe keeping.

---Time Skip---

I close the room of my door and immediately released a long sigh. I felt drained after today physically and mentally. I couldn't believe that this was true and that I was going through with it. I was simply someone who was unloved, he made sure of that.

----Flashback---

It was a beautiful autumns day, I was sitting beside a tree with the few friends that I had when all of a sudden Y/F/N (Your friend's name) nudged me.

"What is is Y/F/N"

"Y/N you won't believe this but a dude is totally looking your way right now."

"Well you can tell him that I'm not interested"

This time Y/B/N (Your best friend's name) cut in "But Y/N it's Him...Aaron Alexander."

Aaron Alexander, a true nightmare dressed as a daydream, actually dressed in a button down and tie. Aaron was the hot nerd in high school, we were sometimes partnered for projects but we were never friends. In the three years after high school, he grew into a true gentleman and had his own company, well his deceased uncles. While the rest of us were struggling in college he was out in fancy houses and expensive cars but he never left his roots.

I'll tell you that talking to him that day was the worst decision I could have ever had.

---Flashback Over---

I snapped out of my thoughts of the past and looked towards my bag which held the folder that could bring about my death. I put it to the side opting to get comfortable first before thinking things through. I slip out of my dress and into my favorite Pajamas before letting my hair waterfall over my back. I sat cross-legged on my bed with the folder in front of me.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, almost hoping to wake up from this nightmare. I slowly opened my eyes to see my room in the exact way it was. I opened up the folder one more time, the first name Jason Voorhees. How am I going to deal with him, the machete-wielding, ruthless killer. or is it even him. It could just be a prank or someone pretending to be all of these men so that he may kill me.

Well, the worst that could happen is just me dying. Ya, that isn't something major, not at all. I roll off my bed and reach under it to grab my suitcase. I sit there on the floor weighing the pros and cons once more before lifting the suitcase onto my bed.

Fine, I'll go. But to try and prepare I'm going to pack my bags tonight and watch as many horror films as I can and survival videos. Maybe, just maybe that could be the difference between life and death. I mean I don't have to work till I get to the camp so I may as well take advantage of it. But for now it's time to get packing.

A/N

I think that I'll upload on Saturdays for this story.