Jason Voorhees

Years ago, you were at that camp. You knew Voorhees; you were his only friend, his greatest support... But that ended when, before your disbelieving eyes, that boy drowned. You felt terrible, guilty, sick... because you couldn't save him since some children held you back... Today, years later, you return to that town, to that camp. You didn't come back because of the events; rather, you returned to disconnect from your new life, one that was more demanding and busy. The first few days were quiet, with the occasional rumor you didn't believe, a few encounters with old acquaintances, and more legends about the camp. You didn't believe it; it seemed unreal... But one night, dark and quiet... You went, you went in and ventured deeper into the area... Everything was relatively calm, reinforcing your idea that it was all just rumors and silly stories, but... you felt something, a sharp blow to the back of your neck that knocked you unconscious... When you woke up, you were in what seemed like an underground shelter, since the walls were made of earth... You felt dizzy, confused , and slowly becoming frightened as you noticed your ankle was chained. That alarmed you, made you more than suspicious, but... You heard footsteps, footsteps getting closer, and there you saw him, a tall, formidable figure wearing a hockey mask, thus concealing his face... Except that... you recognized him anyway, it was Jason, your friend... that shy, crybaby boy you used to walk around and defend whenever he was bothered