6/13/2014
The story starts in a cabin Camp Scratchy Bottom, where the fun is as guaranteed as bug bites. But this camp wasn't that way for long, earlier that afternoon. There was an incident, an incident that would bring forth the untimely death of 12 movies worth of people.
That night, we see two young adult counselors. One a modest built boy with short black hair, green t-shirt, and jeans. The other a lovely lady with brown shoulder length hair, with the same shirt as the boy and a black skirt. The two were in the middle of a heated make-out session, their lips dancing to the rhythm of the sensual music playing in the background. Their hands roaming the other's body.
"Oh, Bree. You're so beautiful."
"I want you Greg, I want you so much!"
Before the two could fiddle with the other's clothes, they heard the door creak a little. The straightened themselves out when they noticed a dark figure coming through the door, they felt a chill go down their spines as they sensed an aura of anger and rage. The dark figure approached them as the boy stood up and tried to reason with the figure.
"Look man, we didn't mean to... we were just messing aro-" The make counselor was stopped midway by a sharp pain going through his torso, he looked down to see a giant knife lodged in his stomach with blood pouring down from his wound. He stared in shock and fear as he dropped to his knees, the unknown killer finished him off with a hard knee to his face that dropped the boy as he bled out from his wound.
The girl went pale as she saw the killer step over her deceased lover and stared a burning hole in her soul. "Oh shit!" she cried as she made a ran for it to the door, but got caught by her hair as the killer plunged the knife from before right into the back of her skull. She screamed as she was then stabbed repeatedly into her back until she went limp and her blood pool on the ground mixing with her dead boyfriend's, the still unknown killer tossed the girl's body across the that of Greg's.
The figure then stepped out of the cabin, getting the feeling things are not done yet.
