You ran for your life... You were so screwed, and you had no Idea where you could even hide... He was after you… You could hear his steps behind you, they sounded like rocks against the ground, making a loud pit-pat noise against the street. It was raining, you were cold, and being chased by an insane maniac, that went by the name of Jason Voorhees.
You sighed, as you were soon out of breath… You sniffled, wanting nothing else than to be in the comfort of your own home. This wasn't a good time for you to burst to tears, but you were alone in the cold, left by your douche bag of a boyfriend to die, and now you were being chased by the mysterious man named Jason.
Here's how it all happened:
You had gone out with your loving and caring boyfriend, Thompson, on a date. But after a while, something weird happened, and he had just dumped you in the middle of the road far from town. He drove away without even giving you the time to grab your jacket; all you had with you was your cell phone, that wouldn't even get signal with a storm like this.
Now, here you were, being chased by a stranger wearing a hockey mask and chasing you around with a big knife in the middle of the road. You sighed, as you noticed an abandoned shed in the middle of the forest. You gasped and ran into it, trying to hide. You could feel yourself exhausted, your sides where aching from all the running. You sighed, falling to your butt on the ground, scared and cold. You tried to dial someone, anyone… No luck, there wasn't a single bar in the signal location. Stupid phone, what use were you if when you most needed it, there wasn't any bars?
You gulped; as you heard the footsteps outside… you scurried to the corner of the dark shed, and prayed you wouldn't be found… The footsteps stopped, did he leave? You sure hoped so…
"Achoo!" You cursed, as you sneezed suddenly, the door being bashed open, as Jason walked in slowly, his boots making a loud noise against the shed's floor… Everything went black.