Friday the 13th | Short Horror Story

Friday the 13th

(Please do not take this, for this was an original idea and not at all copied. The character Jason is not mine, but every other character is. The plot is mine.)

The night was cloudy as me and my friends listen to the sharp crackling of the campfire. We'd gathered together, and gone on a trip to 'Camp Crystal Lake'. It was more of a reunion, considering most of us had not seen each other for a few years. My short black hair whipped around my face as I wrapped my also black cotton cardigan around my shoulders.

"So Terrance..," I voiced, being the first to bring up the subject we'd all desperately tried to avoid. "Why did you bring us to a murderer's forest?". Silence. An eerie atmosphere had settled upon us. Those were the things that had we had been engulfed with, prior to my question. But now... Now it had intensified, almost suffocating us.

Clearing his throat, as he visibly shivered, from not only the pressure, but the unusual cold on a summers night. "I'd brought us here, because I wanted us to have some fun." Shakily, he breathed out his sentence. The evident freezing air spilling from his mouth in puffs of smoke. Talia, the 'preppy' person in our group scoffed, clearly unamused. "What's so fun or special about a Friday? And this place, I haven't been spooked at all—".

That's when she jinxed it. That's when we heard a sound. More like a series of sounds. A sound as light as a whisper. "Ch Ch Ch, Hah Ah Ah..(Video for reference below)". Almost like laughing. Although we had tried to identify where the sound was, and where it had come from, we could not, because of the empty forest echoing it. Hearts racing from the unknown sound, we'd decided to collect our things and head inside the closest cabin, which had a mini pier over the glistening lake.

Ignoring the whistle of the wind weaving through the branches, and the branches slapping and whipping at the windows, we split up to separate rooms. My throat was dry, I didn't dare to speak, in fear of triggering another series of confidence crushing chant.

Sitting down, I acknowledge my exhausted state, and relax, not realising my eyelids lowering and my drowsy mind. Before I know it, and can prevent it, I fall asleep.

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Croak. What is that sound? Creak. A hand over my mouth. Slam. My eyes shoot open, seeing a silhouette hovering above my panicked being. Attempting to scream, but having it muffled, I frantically wave my hands around like i'm mad (Crazy). The figure shushes me, and slowly removes their hand from my mouth. 

"Terrance?!", I whisper-yell, appalled at his behaviour. "Affeliah! It's real. The legend was real. I didn't believe it was, but it is, and we need to get out of here, NOW." He grabs my hand and drags me out of bed and towards the front door. As soon as he opens it, the air stabs me causing me to bleed out a gallon of shivers. "Wait a second! What is this so-called 'legend' you speak of?". He sighs in some sort of frustration, but does not stop moving his feet. We approach a sort of barn, as he slows down to turn to me.

He speaks as if he is reciting an old scroll. "If you are to come to Camp Crystal Lake, the home of Jason Voorhees death and spiritual attachment, bring protection, or the will to die, for he will murder and disassemble you, not leaving a trace." My mouth flies open as i pry my arm from his circulation-cutting grip.

"Why would you bring us here? Why would you bring me here? Where the hell are our weapons? Why are we still crouched here instead of calling someone or running? And how the is this true?". I whimper out, still upset but increasingly frightened. Looking around, most likely trying to avoid my eyes which are piercing through his skull, he shrivels a little bit, curling with guilt. But soon, his eyes stop, they then go wide, and his face pales.

Slightly raising his hand, it shaking in the process, he points to a pile of hay, which I can only see in my peripheral vision. His voice quivers as he speaks. "That's why it's true..". Looking over and slightly raising my head, my palms freeze and bile rises from my stomach to my throat. The most disgusting thing I have seen.

Talia's lifeless, disassembled body, lying in a pile of prickly hay, which is blackened with blood. 

"Ch Ch Ch, Hah Ah Ah...."

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Hope you enjoyed this short story on Jason and Friday the 13th! I'd done it for a project and expanded it a bit to create a small story, leaving you on a cliff-hanger. If you'd like, i could make the ending. Please respect what i said at the beginning and don't take my book or it's ideas! Or continue it! Buh bye now!