Camp Crystal Lake

Wessex County, New Jersey

The lake glistened under the pale moon light, the trees slightly rustling under the calm wind. Alone, amidst the stones and sand sat a woman. Her short blond hair glimmering in the dark, letting out a sigh, she tossed another stone into the lake, with a light splash.

The same lake that started all this

She threw another stone, viciously into the waters. She thought that returning would help her come to terms with what happened. In reality, it was only making it worse. All those dark, horrid memories filling her head. The death of her friends. Her own near fatality. That woman...

That boy...

She had been told it was nothing but her mind playing tricks on her. A trauma induced episode. She began to believe it herself. Maybe she had simply hallucinated. There was no boy in the lake. Jason drowned years ago. He was dead. His grieve stricken mother had enacted her revenge. She was the one who did all this.

Its all over...she's dead...I finished it...

The woman began to stand, her sights focused on the lake. She felt different, as if everything began to finally fit into place. Pamala Voorhees was dead. She killed her. Its all over. She can finally move on.

A smile began to form on her face, as the woman began to turn. Then, suddenly, she became still. A sharp pain running through her chest. There was a strange metallic taste in her mouth, as she began to cough violently. Coughing blood. Her vision blurred, as she stared down to herself. A long, metal object lodged inside of her chest. A machete. The Machete.

No...it cant be..I...

She slowly began to turn her head up. A deep sleep attempting to take her. With her last bit of strength, the woman lifted her head, staring directly into the eyes of her attacker, as she opened her mouth to let out of scream. Another sharp pain.

Then everything went dark.