Prologue 2: Dreams of Jason Voorhees

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Crystal Lake cemetery,

Friday, June 13, 1985,

6:00 PM

Tommy Jarvis was now 13.

      He in the Hospital's 'rubber room'.

      The cold, sterile white colored walls were driving him mad. That's why his father committed suicide; he committed suicide because he was mad.

      He still wore the staightjacket.

     And, as he dreamed, he saw the woods.

     He was walking in his yellow colored rain coat...And he was wearing black colored rain boots. He saw two teenagers laughing, as they headed towards the grave of Jason Voorhees.

       Thunder boomed in the night sky.

        But Jason Voorhees died the previous year. Didn't he?

       "COME ON LES! WE GOTTA MAKE SURE JASON VOORHEES IS REALLY FUCKING DEAD; REALLY DEAD. YEAH! LET'S OPEN THE FUCKING GRAVE!". Raymond yelled. He smiled as he looked around.

          Les smiled, as the thunder continued to boom.

          "I don't like this Raymond. Some people saw Jason at Camp Crystal Lake before that fucked up kid Tommy Jarvis killed him. If his body was taken here, he must've been...Anyway, what the fuck do I fucking know; I don't know fuck!", he said.

           Then he opened the grave of Jason Voorhees.

            Tommy Jarvis's heart beat faster and faster...

            ...Then, as the grave opened, Les and Raymond saw that the body of Jason Voorhees was missing.

           "HOLY FUCK! HE'S NOT THERE!", Raymond yelled.

             Suddenly they heard the sound of footsteps; heavy footsteps.

              Then the real Jason Voorhees swung his bloody machete in his right, clawed hand. Then he stabbed Les in the chest.

               "SHITTTTTTTTTTTTTT!" Raymond yelled, as Les's bloody body thudded into the grave of Jason Voorhees.

                Then the killer swung the bloody weapon and beheaded Raymond.

                 "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!", Tommy Jarvis yelled. He watched in horror as the head of Raymond rolled next to Jason Voorhees's feet.

               Jason Voorhees eyed Tommy Jarvis with his left eye and grunted.

               Then he vanished like a ghost.

                And went back to Camp Crystal Lake.

                Tommy Jarvis shivered, as he screamed again.

                 It was a dream.

                 For Tommy Jarvis this Friday the 13th was just the new beginning of the horror...

                ...A horror that never, ever ended, as his dream was over, and the death curse of Camp Crystal Lake resumed its endless cycle of doom for anyone who came there.

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