"Oh my God…" Chloe gently touched Angie's throat, which looked and felt very painful and bruised. "What the Hell happened?"

Angie could vaguely remember what happened during the night. She woke up at around 3 in the morning, she had thought it was a dream, until she realized she was lying on the floor, her neck hurt terribly, and everything she had thrown was scattered on the floor, some things broken. She only slept a few hours and couldn't fall back asleep, she didn't want to, either. She had told her parents she didn't remember anything bad happening. Telling them she was strangled by a man that looked like Jason Voorhees might sound a bit insane.

Angie stared at Chloe, her best friend, thoughtfully. She could trust Chloe with almost anything and she could trust that Chloe would help her if she ever needed it. But she didn't think Chloe would believer her about what had really happened.

"Tell me!"

"Um… Can we walk to the park?"

"Will you tell me?" Chloe stared at Angie. She hesitated.

"Yes."

"Okay… Elementary Park or River Park?"

"… Elementary…"

"That's further away… but alright.

Chloe pulled her red hair back into a ponytail and got up. They grabbed their hoodies and went downstairs and outside. It was already pretty dark outside, the street lights were on now and it was chilly. Angie put one of her headphones in her ear and listened to her music on low.

It would take awhile to arrive at the park, and the street was empty. Chloe decided to ask.

"So… what happened?" Chloe stared at Angie as they walked. There was a moment of silence.

"I don't think you will believe me…" She said quietly.

"… I will…"

"… Ok… well… a man tried to strangle me."

"What? Who?"

"Well… his name just happened to be Jason… He just happened to be wearing a hockey mask…"

"That's not funny. I'm being serious, what happened?"

"I AM being serious. I told you that you wouldn't believe me!" Angie seemed a little upset.

"Well. How do you know his name was Jason? Do you just assume his name was Jason?"

"No… There were two other men with him, one of them called him Jason."

"That's horrifying. Where did this happen?" Chloe asked, frightened. Another long silence.

"… My room…"

"How? Did you tell your parents, why didn't you call the police?" Chloe was panicking. Angie stopped.

"Shh…" She looked around.

"Did you-?"

"Chloe! Sh!" Chloe pouted. Angie walked slowly forward. On the street that they were on, Fourth Street, there was a small side street. There were only two streetlights on the small street, at each end. Angie and Chloe were at one end.

One of the men, the short one with the hat from Angie's room, was at the other. Angie's eyes widened. Chloe had yet to notice.

"Chloe…" Angie said very quietly. Chloe looked at her, and then saw the man. He slowly started walking towards them.

"Who's that?" Chloe stared at him. Angie tugged on Chloe's hoodie and started pulling her back down Fourth Street.

"Chloe, move!" Angie broke into a run. Chloe screamed and ran after Angie.

"DON'T YOU DARE FUCKING LEAVE ME BEHIND!" Chloe screeched loudly at Angie. They ran to Angie's house. Angie grabbed the handle on the door and tried to twist, but it wouldn't turn.

"Shit," Angie hissed. Someone cackled from behind her, Chloe whimpered loudly. Angie turned around to see who it was. Inches from her face was a man who had a burnt face and melted skin, smelled strongly of smoke, a brown fedora placed on his head, and a red and green striped sweater. The pale-faced man from the night before had a grip on Chloe's shoulders, he was wearing a blue mechanic-like suit, and the man with the hockey mask stood next to him.

Freddy, Michael, and Jason?