The Untold Stories of Crystal Lake: A Mother's Revenge

by The Midnite Writer

Pamela Voorhees was once a completely normal, sane woman. However, a tragedy that occurs at a summer camp proves to be the heaviest cross any mother could ever bare. Afterward, she sinks deeply into depression and desperately searches for ways to cope with the loss of her "only child, Jason." In doing so, she devises a deadly plan to express her pent-up emotions. This is her story.

1. Prologue

Prologue:
(Monday, June 3, 1957)

Darkness, it's the perfect environment for story-telling; especially if the story has a grizzly twist to it.. kind of like the stories that the young children told each other at Crystal Lake every year when they attended the venue for summer camp. Although they mostly did this simply to scare each other, it was also a good way to pass the time during their stay at the camp. After all, it was only their first night and they still had almost a full two weeks remaining. Once they were finished the with the course and had went home, the second half of the program would begin with another group of kids attending the camp for the same amount of time.

The boys, of course, had their own separate cabin away from the girls. They all gathered around one of the campers' bed and began subsequently telling chilly, ghostly tales. The girls- meanwhile- discussed beauty, fashion and glamour in a building about 300 yards or so away.

During this time, the counselors all sat outside on the lake dock. Telling their "own stories" of crude humor and, like many teenagers and young adults at the time, most of them were more than interested in sexual experimentation. Some were even drinking alcoholic beverages, while others smoked grass. Either way, all of the above activities were things that they would not dare do with any of the Christys nearby.

The Christys were the family that owned the campgrounds. They had established themselves a good reputation for organizing and managing the summer camp program, which ran during the whole month of June. This was one of the reasons that parents felt safe sending their children away to the camp. They knew the owners were good people, and it was beautiful country where the area was located. Plus, summer camp was a good way "to get the kids out of their hair".. at least for a little while.

Many of the camp counselors had just finished training in the weeks prior to the camp's opening. Camp counseling was a way to escape boredom for teenagers and young adults in the area. Besides, even if it would be a job just for the summer, it was still extra cash and a way to meet new people; and, of course, a way to engage in drugs and sexual activity.. without the knowledge or consent of their parents. From their viewpoint, it was ideal fun and almost to good to be true.. maybe it was.

Later that night, and all the while they partied out in the midnight air, one of the campers in the boys' cabin laid awake in his bed; his back turned away from everyone else, silently crying as he recaptured his first day at camp. All the other kids had now fallen sleep except for him.

Jason was not exactly like the rest of the children. In fact, he was quite different from them all. He was born with what doctors had diagnosed as Hydrocephalus- an enormous accumulation of cerebrospinal fluid in the cavities of his brain. Aside from the slight mental disability that it had spawned for the child, it also caused most of his head and upper face to be deformed; distorted and swollen. This effect of the disorder was permanent, leading to teasing and bullying that was brought upon by other children his age. "Waterhead." "Freak." "Retard." These were just some of the names that people, sometimes even adults, would refer to him as when wrongfully gossiping and criticizing the boy.

This was one reason why his mother had never sent him to school, and why she was so protective over her son's wellbeing. Instead, she home schooled him. Times had became harder, though, and Mrs. Voorhees had lucked out when the Christys hired her as the camp cook. Her former husband, Elias, was a chronic alcoholic and frequently abused his wife.. even during her pregnancy period. Shortly after Jason's birth, he abandoned his wife and newborn baby.. telling Pamela that he was ashamed of him, and that there was no possible way for Jason to have belonged to him.

Pamela, though, very much knew otherwise. However, she did nothing to stop her husband from leaving them. He had already caused her and Jason enough pain, and she was determined to protect her son and never turn her back on him. At least, the two of them were safe. She had not heard from her husband since he skipped town, and she preferred it that way. She could have never gave her child a stable life with Elias around, anyways.

Jason continued weeping in his bed; praying that the neglect and taunts would come to an end, once and for all.

"It's all starting again," he quietly said as he thought out loud, "I wish it would end."

The boy himself knew the reason why, though. He knew he was not like the other kids. However, he did not understand his condition fully. All he knew was that he was very unlike the rest of them.. and that was the reason the other campers shunned him. They shunned him just as the kids, he had known prior in his life, had done.

To make matters even worse, the child had not learned to swim yet. This caused even more teasing by the others earlier in the day; as they, themselves, were enjoying the water- while Jason watched from the shoreline. The neglect and taunting finally got to the point that the boy had ran back inside the cabin, staying there the rest of the day and night; with the exception of him temporarily leaving just once to go give his mother a good night hug and kiss.

After hours of deliberating the events of the day, the ten-year-old (soon to become eleven) finally dosed off into a sound sleep.. his body and mind completely at rest.