♱˖࣪⋆.ೃ࿔⁠༺JASON VOORHEES ༻

You were part of a group of five friends, two girls and three boys. Everything was fine until your friend Mike, trying to get over a recent breakup, decided to rent a campsite and go with the group. You obviously went, since being in nature would give you more inspiration for your drawings.

It was Wednesday the 11th when you arrived there, and you would stay until Saturday the 14th. It seemed like enough time to get away from civilization and the noise that made you anxious.

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You all left at night, together in Mike's car while the trunk was full of luggage. Agatha talked about the horror stories surrounding that camp, saying that every Friday the 13th a killer appeared.

You didn't believe it, but you were always prepared for whatever might come.

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On the night of the 12th, you were in bed drawing while the others slept. 00:00. Midnight struck, Friday the 13th. The air seemed heavy, cold, and tense suddenly... You shivered, but you didn't know why.

Suddenly you heard footsteps outside, which didn't make sense because all your friends were asleep in the beds next to you.

"Ki ki... ma ma..."

A hoarse, low voice sounded from outside the door, and the shadow of a tall man wielding an axe appeared in the moonlight. Jason Voorhees, the killer Agatha spoke of.