"Jason, Jason…" His mother's soul said. Mommy has a big job for you, honey. The owner has called the Ghostbusters. I need you to kill them. ALL. Wake up, Wake up, honey." At that moment, Jason's dead heart started up again. Jason Lives! Meanwhile, the Ghostbusters were entering Camp Crystal Lake, where Harry was waiting for them. "Guy's," he said, "There is a serious problem here." "Don't worry, we'll check out the camp." They all said.
Not long after they started searching, they heard a loud scream, and they rushed to find out that the ghost was right there next to them. Next, they heard loud footsteps…THUMP…THUMP… "Oh fuc!" Winston said, yelling. Right there, while the rest of the Ghostbusters were taking care of Freddy, Jason's huge machete shot threw the air like an arrow, straight into Winston's stomach. "Oh no!!!" Egon said. Winston's gun and pack was covered and caked with blood and insides. Jason walked toward Winston's corpse, and took his machete back. He went towards a cabin, with a whole bunch of teenagers inside getting high, grabbed a chainsaw from his shack and hacked them into pieces. Blood EVERYWHERE.