Summer Day's (Jason Voorhees x Reader)

Rumors

Moving away from the heights was more difficult than I had originally thought. Especially when it came to moving to New Jersey. Leaving all my friends and my sister was hard, I still remember the tears that ran down all of their faces as I hugged them all goodbye before setting off to my new home.

You see, my great-grandfather had built the house back in the 1970's for a fresh start for him since my great-grandmother passed from renal cell carcinoma, a type of cancer that develops in the kidneys. After his passing, he put the house in his will, thereby making the house mine and my sisters. I had asked my sister to join me for this new adventure, for our own fresh start, but she declined. She was 7 months pregnant and she wanted to stay with her husband, considering he said no first.

As I looked down, I had noticed that my car needed gas. I cursed to myself lightly as I drove into an old looking town. No one was outside. It was quiet. Almost too quiet.

I pulled my Volkswagen Beetle into a gas station and started to fill up my car with the deadly fluid.

'Man, this place is giving me the creeps.' I thought to myself as I started to make my way inside of the building. An old man sat at the counter while an old lady was cleaning some cups and brewing coffee. I went up to the old man, ready to pay.

After paying for my gas, I sat down at one of the bar stools.

"Ma'am?" I asked, getting the attention from the old lady. "Could I get a coffee?"

Without a word, she turned back around and started pouring the black liquid into a cup, later sliding it over to me.

I took a sip of the warm beverage, the bitter taste filling my mouth and almost making me gag.

'This tastes like actual ass.' I thought, looking up at the old lady.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" I asked, getting her attention once again. "I was wondering if you knew anything about Camp Crystal Lake."

Once the words slipped out of my mouth, she nearly dropped the mug she was holding as she looked towards the old man, who was now staring at me.

"Why do you wanna know about that disgusting place?" The old man asked bitterly. I flinched at his tone. Why was he being so rude?

"I was just curious." I began. "I'm moving up to the house near the old camp and was wondering if there was anything I should know..."

He just stared at me. It was as if he was staring into my very soul.

"You shouldn't go there if you know what's good for you," he announced sharply. "It's a bad place. It's his stomping grounds, and he kills anyone who enters."

"What do you mean?" I asked, a shaky tone in my voice.

"He haunts the place."