Today was Wednesday, the day the caregivers let us all out for play. Today was the perfect day to take matters into my own hands. Looking up towards the sky, I could see the dark clouds encroaching over the horizon. I heard there was supposed to be a bad storm later and so the caregivers were going to let us out before it hit; apparently these brats would have pitched a fit if they missed just one day to play outside. When they opened the door, the hordes began to run rampant, going around towards different areas and forming groups and what not. I, obviously, was the only one left standing. I stood still, watching over the playground. It was as if I didn`t even exist. Not even one friend. No one looked towards me, tried to look for me, nor did they bat an eye in my direction. I felt my eyes well up with tears. Blinking, I began making my way towards my salvation from this hell. Taking my time, I casually crept behind the jungle gym towards a row of dark green bushes. I knew there was a chain linked fence to keep the ones who couldn't stand this place from escaping. Although, my desire to leave was too great for a stupid fence to stop me. As I approached the fence, I gave myself a running head start and jumped onto the clinking metal wires. Peering over, I could see a lusciously thick forest on the other side: the ticket to my freedom. Once I enter, no one will ever find me! Of course, the moment I latched on an eerie feeling crept up inside me. This is a forest, more specifically the forest which, somewhere deep inside, held Camp Crystal Lake. With my many years at the orphanage, I`ve caught ear of numerous stories from the caregivers of what had happened there many years ago.

Apparently there was a little boy named Jason who had drowned there when the camp itself was still functioning. After his death, his mother came back to extract her revenge on all of those who neglected to do their jobs correctly, being the ultimate blame for what happened to him. And since then, those who enter his territory are supposedly massacred by a large man in a hockey mask, a.k.a., Jason himself, who apparently is still alive. To be dead honest, I thought it to be complete nonsense. If that was true, why were we still here? If anything, this orphanage is strangely close to his living space. Being the disturbed man that he is, he surely would have gotten us all. Of course, the fence I could be on right now just might be what was keeping him from getting in. But why would I believe in something so ridiculous? Although, I have never set foot outside the orphanage before. Who knows what could really be out there?

"HEY, WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?" shouted a familiar voice.

I turned my head to see a group of caregivers running up towards me and thusly I began climbing up the fence at a hastened pace. Despite the feelings of apprehension inside me, there was no way I'd let them drag me back in. No, not when I knew for a fact that I was going to end up being there for the rest of my life. When I lifted my leg over the top the fence suddenly trembled viciously; there were the caregivers, trying to shake me down. Yet, their attempts were futile as I jumped and landed swiftly on the other side. I smiled for the first time in years while I ran deep into the forest, finding my own sense of inner peace. As I distanced myself from the dingy orphanage, I could still hear them calling my name, shouting at me to return.

Never in a million years.

I felt the leaves blow around me and oddly enough, I felt at "home." Of course, there was nothing more beautiful than nature for it seemed to be the only place untainted by people. What could possibly go wrong here? Well, I ran until I came across a vast lake with a single pier. I slowed down to a walk and found a shanty sign, clinging onto its last hinge. The sign was dusty and barely readable. I did, however, managed to salvage the words "Camp Crystal Lake." I felt my smile weaken as I figured that maybe the stories I`ve heard of were true. I figured as much as I wanted freedom, I probably won`t be finding it here. Disregarding it, I continued to walk alongside the lake, looking around at how peaceful it was. Nice, quiet and beautiful.

A killer couldn`t possibly live here.

I don't think I could have ever been more content, that is, until the roll of thunder in the distant rung inside my ears. With the storm`s hastening approach, I had to find a place for shelter. Pacing a bit, I began my search and descended deeper into the woods of Camp Crystal Lake. Nothing but bunches of thin trees and scattered shrubs surrounded me, there wasn't a decent hunk of wood capable of holding someone inside; of course the chances of finding a big hollow tree were slim to none. Those things only appeared in movies anyhow. My pursual of shelter was immediately halted by the sound of a twig snapping. I quickly spun around to examine the flora and fauna. Was there someone else here besides me? Suddenly, I saw a large shadow of what appeared to be a man. He noticed that I glanced at him and he quickly hid behind a tree. I frowned and narrowed my eyes.

"Who the hell are you?" I shouted, trying to raise my voice louder than the thunder.

I heard no response from him and decided to ignore the stranger. It was probably my imagination as I was very paranoid. I turned back around and ran into something hard. Falling back, I looked up to see the silhouette of a large man hovering over me welding a rusty hatchet tightly in his hands. I gasped as my eyes were caught in his glance. What scared me more wasn't the fact that he welded a weapon, it was what I saw in his eyes. This wasn't just your average killer. I could see the visible scars his eyes retained. There was something more, it was as if he was indirectly telling me something. Of course, there was that grand hint that he wanted to kill me, but for God knows why. The moment he raised his hand, I kicked him in the shin and and bolted in the opposite direction.

Commence the game of cat and mouse.

Just when I thought I was on my way to freedom, I was now being chased by some maniac wanting to end my life. To make matters worse, the rain began to pour and the lightening started to strike. Without warning, I was being hunted and with no chance of seeing where the man could be, the odds weren't in my favor. The only thing I could do was keep on running, even if my heart burned I couldn't stop. There was no way I was going to fall victim here. Evidently, I ended up running over a patch of thick mud. My foot was engulfed and I tripped while trying to pull it out, tumbling all the way down the small hill. Sure enough, the man was waiting for me at the bottom, now with a more erratic posture. He seemed delighted at the fact that he I ended up going straight to him(unwillingly, mind you). I was defenseless and vulnerable while he came prepared and ready to strike. At once, a sudden flash of lightening struck down and the quick flash gave me a mere second long glimpse of the face of the one who would kill me. The moment I saw the anger in his gaze, my mouth dropped releasing a blood curdling scream.

This was it; I was done for.

I thought it hypocritical of me, but for once I actually feared for my life. The fact that I would stop breathing actually terrified me. If I hadn`t been able to kill myself, he sure as hell would have no problem in completing such a task. I heard him growl as he placed a firm grip on my neck. He tilted his head and squeezed as tightly as he could. I tried as hard as I could to pry his hand open, but my attempts were quickly put to rest as he threw me away. My back hit a tree and I gasped at the sudden surge of pain. Now writhing, I tried to lift myself up only to see him charging at me with his hatchet held high.

I guess the stories were true. This must be Jason. I didn`t know what I was supposed to do. He is a merciless serial killer and there was nothing I could do to stop him. Shrieking, he brought the weapon down as hard as he could.

This couldn`t be the end. I`m not ready to leave yet, there must be something I can do.

So typical of me, as if anything I can do would change what was going to and will happen.

"JASON!" I shouted with whatever strength I could muster.

Everything after that became a blur. As I blacked out, I was certain that I wasn't going to wake up ever again. What`s the use? You can`t reason with a cold blooded murderer.