Jason Voorhees

Deep within this forest was a hidden camp away from civilization that once sang with the echos laughter, but now all could be heard was the sound of squeaking hinges of door and windows from the wind. The camp was now a ghost town. The cabins and benches were splintered and weathered as their paint flaked off in patches. Camp Crystal Lake now sits in a crumbling state. A thin film of mist clings to the lake's surface as the temperature shifts. The only sounds by the lake are the gentle lapping of waves against the shore. The sun was beginning to disappear behind the towering trees of the forest as night approached. Each step caused a eruption of noise from the crunching of fall leaves of each person on the search party. Breaths could be seen as the temperature dropped with each passing minute from the sun disappearance. The vibrant colors of fall was starting to to go dim and headlights began to turn on as the search continued.
The search party's chatter echoed through the forest as they talked through walkie talkies and discussed strategies. All were dressed in various winter clothing to help against the autumn chill. Jason watched from the shadows back by the camp, tracking their movements. He sees the flickering glow of flashlights bobbing between trees as each walked by, entering his territory. His presence was nonexistent as his silent footsteps approached the unsuspecting search party.