Well This Just Sucks
They had been hiking all day around the lake, enjoying the exercise and the peaceful serenity of nature. Both knew the stories of what had happened back in the day but it was hard to believe it had taken place at all considering the beautiful cabins and campsites that now dotted the shorelines of Crystal Lake. Stopping to rest on a log, the young women sat down and pulled their water bottles from their backpacks. After a long draw, Kensley said "How much further do you think?" She was tall and skinny with brunette tresses pulled back into a ponytail and a friendly smile. An ad exec in a prestigious firm in New York City she was accustomed to slacks and blouses and was not altogether comfortable in her denim cut-offs and tanked top.
"About another two miles, according to the map." Harley said, replacing her water bottles and pulling out said map. Kensley's little sister by two years was a barista at Starbucks working her way through law school. Tall and thin like her sister the similarities stopped there with Harley's jet black curls and piercing blue eyes. She also looked at home in her jeans and white tee, her tattoo sleeves adding to her beauty, not detracting from it.
"What's so special about this particular place?" Kensley asked, ripping open her granola bar.
"Supposedly Crystal Point is lined up with the dead center of the lake and the old Voorhees house." Harley said showing her sister the map. On it she had marked the center of the lake with a star and then using a ruler she drew a line through the middle of the map and sure enough the Voorhees house sat in the woods the left side of the lake, closer to town, and Crystal Point sat to the right, both matching up with the lake's center. "The Voorhees house is off limits, they even have a guard posted 24/7 there to make sure there's no mischief. I figured Crystal Point would be the next best place especially since no one knows where Jason's final resting place actually is. If you believe the Freeman's then his body and soul were dragged to Hell but if you believe Lori Campbell and Will Rollins version then he's still roaming around. I personally think he's dead and gone."
"I think we would have seen him by now." Kensley replied finishing her granola bar. "I believe in the afterlife just as much as you do Harl, but how is contacting a retarded psychopathic mogoloid going to be fun? He could barely speak even before he drowned in 1957."
"In his earthly body, yes he couldn't speak and could bare function but in his spectral form who knows what all he could tell us." Harley's eyes show bright with excitement and Kensley knew better than to argue. What could possible go wrong anyways Kensley thought to herself.
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The red Durango moved steadily down the winding gravel road, the green Mountaineer following close behind. In the Durango Dex Hardy bantered back and forth with his brother Devon while their significant others chatted quietly in the back seat. The brothers had the same light brown eyes and Tennessee twang but that is all they shared. Devon, the eldest by two years, was six feet five inches tall and four hundred pounds with a shaved head, a thick goatee streaked with gray, and thick black framed glasses. He was a major dork where movies, comics, and trivia were concerned, which showed in his profession: he owned a video store and was a movie critic for the local newspaper back home. He was always in basketball shorts, novelty tees, and whatever pair of brightly colored hightop Converse that he chose to wear that day. Dex was six feet tall, thin and muscular, with dark blonde hair, and a constantly serious expression despite a laid back demeanor (according to Devon all Hardy men had serious faces, it was their lot in life). He was very outdoorsy, constantly dressed in jeans and tees, owned his own hunting supply store called Yes, Deer and was described by his brother as "hillbilly: you either shoot it, stuff it, or marry it".
In the backseat their significant others smiled and rolled their eyes as the brothers bantering. Shevida Hardy had been married to Devon for twelve years and loved him more and more as the years continued. She had mocha colored skin, a mass of jet black curls that framed her head like a halo, thick pouty lips, and warm brown eyes. Short, curvacious, and exotic looking she drew admiring looks from both sexes and her cheerful demeanor sweetened the pot. Born with spina bifida she had overcome many obstacles in her life, especially since giving birth to their son, but thanks to Devon she had never felt like a burden. Three months ago she had to have another back surgery, the most severe of her life at ten hours long and for the first forty-eight hours she didn't have feeling in her legs. Now, she could get around their house without aid, used a walker for longer distances, and a wheelchair for when she knew a lot of walking would be involved. She co-owned Attic Space, an antiquary, with her mother Sylvie and loved every minute of it. Their son Malikai had stayed back home in Tennessee with his grandparents.
Narissa Field had been with Dex for five years and was not your typical "blushing bride". Happy that Dex had finally popped the question she would have been happy with going to the justice of the peace and getting it over with, she wanted to be his wife and didn't need a fancy ceremony to make it happen. But Dex had wanted a wedding so had acquiesced. It wasn't until he had told her where they were going to marry that she had gotten excited. Ever since she had been ten years old Narissa had obsessed over Jason Voorhees and his whole mythology. She's watched all the documentaries and reenactments, and once while in New York City while taking pictures of the various places Rinny Wickham and Sean Robertson had been stalked by Jason she had run into Tommy and Megan Jarvis. She immediately started fangirling them, praising them and pumping their hand and telling them what heroes they were and it wasn't until after an awkward thank you from the Jarvises and their mad dash into the freeway that she realized she had gleefully brought up the murderer who had killed their family and friends. Not her proudest moment to say the least. Tall and rail thin she had jet black hair, pale skin, a wide friendly smile and she preferred jeans, tees, and muddin' to dresses, make up, and dinner dates which led to Devon nicknaming her "Morticia-Jean" the redneck vampire.
"I'm tellin' ya Dex if you wanted to get married in the backwoods you could have easily done that back home. I mean hellfire Squirt I can already hear the dueling banjo's." Devon exclaimed, popping a handful of M&M's into his mouth.
"And I'll bet your asshole is just puckering with anticipation." Dex replied making Devon choke on the candy while the women burst out laughing in the back.
"Quit trying to cover your feelin's by projecting them onto me." Devon said between coughs, trying to dislodge the M&M's from his throat.
"You know they ain't right." Narissa stated to Shevida who just shrugged and nodded her head.
"Hon, I've been in this family for a long time, trust me I know." Shevida looked out the window and said "You know it really is beautiful 'round here, even the town had a quaint charm."
"It's so awesome being here. I have studied Jason and Crystal Lake ever since I was a little girl and being here is a dream of mine." Narissa rubbed Dex's shoulders and said "Thanks again bae."
"You're welcome." Dex replied, smiling into the rear view mirror. Devon ruined the sweet moment when he said "You know the word "bae" mean poop in Danish."
In the Mountaineer the atmosphere was a little more chillaxed. In the back seats were Kodi Dyer and Talbot Jarvis. In the very back Talbot lay stretched out the best he could sleeping soudnly as he always did on long road trips. At forty he was the eldest member of the group and the most successful. A lawyer, he currently owned his own practice and was one of the most sought after prosecutors in East Tennessee. H was married to Priscilla, a librarian, and they had four wonderful kids: Stacia, Iris, Noah, and Kesi. He was also the second tallest at just an inch shorter than Devon but he was thin with short brown hair, and was always decked out in khaki's and Polo's. In the middle seat Kodi was curled up tightly sleeping and dreaming about her husband Aiden and baby girl Maureen back in Tennessee. It had taken a lot coaxing from Narissa but she had finally given in and came along for the wedding. She was Narissa's co-worker at The Touch nail salon where they both worked as technicians. She was short, thin, with long brown hair, and a lightly freckled face and a too generous heart. Constantly cold, she wore maroon track pants, a black long sleeved shirt, and an oversized black knit sweater.
In the passenger seat Sevrina Higgins snored slightly, her head resting against the window. A Russian native, she had moved to Tennessee from Moscow five years ago escaping her life as a prostitute and concubine. Working as a waitress at a brewery in Knoxville she first met her future husband when spilled a stein of beer down the front of his three piece suit. But instead of going off the deep end Walt just smiled, immediately smitten with the little foreign girl. A year later they were married, her past forgotten. Sevrina was petite, with short blonde unruly curls, pale skin, and a street wise common sense. Her long white skirt was bunched up around her knees, and her tight pink tanked top left little to the imagination.
Walt Higgins divided his time between watching the road and looking at his wife's legs. Walt was also short, with brown hair, freckles, and a sharp and analytical mind, which made him perfect as a CPA for a large accounting firm. He was uncomfortable in his denim shorts due to the thoughts racing through his mind about his wife and despite the A/C being cranked on high he was broken out in a light sweat. Closing his eyes for a second he took a deep breath to calm himself and then opened them...and yelled as he slammed into the tree.
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"Finally!" Kensley exclaimed as she and Harley exited the wooded trail and stepped onto Crystal Point gazing at the lake. It had a little sandy beach, some benches and picnic tables, and a trail the led up hill to points unknown with a sign that warned against entering some caves.
"I know right." Harley replied guzzling the last of her water. Taking a deep breath she enjoyed the light breeze coming off of the lake and turned towards the caves trail. "That's where we're going.
"You lead the way." Kensley said motioning her sister forward.
The sisters made their way up the trail at a slight incline and were at the cave entrance in no time. Stepping inside they snapped on their flashlights and headed down into the system, Harley leading the way as if she had been there before. Luckily she had read all the details and knew exactly where she was going so within half and hour they stood in a tall cavern whose main attraction was a small waterfall pouring into a river that led to parts unknown.
"This will do perfectly." Harley replied, slinging her backpack off her shoulder and removing the Ouija board inside.
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"This sucks." Bailey Garris said just loud enough for her best friend Maeve Mason to heave. The two sat in the back of the Mustang while their boyfriends sat up front talking and joking and over all ignoring them. In all honestly this was the reason for the little weekend excursion, the bromance between Thorne Shepherd and Baxter Landis was stronger than their relationships with their girlfriends. Both Bailey and Maeve were full time students at University of Massachusetts and barely had time for a social life so when their boyfriends had first started hanging out together they thought it was a great idea. But when they had gotten used to their schedules and were able to make a little free time for their men they realized that the men were fine and had been spending more time together in the past few months that they had with their girlfriends in their years long relationships. The guys themselves did not attend college and while Thorne worked as a bartender in downtown Boston Baxter was a night auditor at a hotel. While not at their late night jobs they spend their afternoons at Thorne's house playing Call of Duty, going to bars, and basically just chilling together.
Bailey was short and very skinny with honey brown hair streaked with electric blue and had an intricate half sleeve tattoo on her left arm. Quick tempered and high strung she was the complete opposite of Thorne who was laid back with short reddish brown hair and a thick beard. Maeve was of average height and build with long brown that had a thick hot pink streak that framed the right side of her face. Quiet and shy she was the opposite of Baxter who was loud and impetuous.
The girls plan for the weekend was to romance their boyfriends and while not necessarily kill the bromance, quell it just a little bit. "Hey babe." Bailey called out to her boyfriend.
"Hang on a sec." Thorne replied before continuing his conversation with Baxter.
"Hey Bax." Maeve asked timidly after receiving a nudge from Bailey.
"One minute M." Baxter said before giving his undivided attention to Thorne.
The girls looked at each other, saying at the same time "This sucks ass."
...
Harley and Kensley sat cross legged on either side of the Ouija board, the waterfall to Harley's back. They breathed deeply and relaxed before each placed a finger on the pointer.
"Jason Voorhees, son of Elias and Pamela, are you there?" Harley asked softly but with force. Both sisters concentrated but the pointer did not move. "Jason we know you're out there in the spirit world right now, probably with your beloved mother, but we wish to speak with you."
"Harl, I can't pull my finger off the pointer." Kensley replied, not with fear but excitement.
"Shh." Harley said softly. "Jason what happened that night in 1957? Did you really drown? "
The girls watched at the pointer moved to NO on the top left corner, both almost squealing with excitement. "How did you survive?"
The pointer started moving over the letters and pretty soon spelled out I GOT CAUGHT IN THE WAKE OF A PASSING BOAT THAT ROSE ME TO SURFACE I WAS ABLE TO MAKE IT TO SHORE AND THEN WENT INTO THE WOODS WHERE I LIVED FOR A LONG TIME BY MYSELF.
"I can't believe this!" Kensley whispered, giddy.
"How did you survive for so long by yourself?" Harley asked, totally enraptured by the Ouija board.
ENOUGH QUESTIONS
"Wait-" Harley began to protest but a cold wind picked up in the cave and bats took off from the roof scaring the girls. They tried to get up but they seemed rooted to the spot, they couldn't even turn their heads to see what was happening. A dark shadow poured forth from the waterfall and made its way towards the girls bringing with it the smell of death and decay. The sisters screamed when they saw the dark mass that looked like roiling smoke beside them. Kensley screamed and as she did the smoke went into her mouth.
"Kens!" Harley screamed, tears pouring down her face.
Kensley started choking, her panicked eyes bulging as she fought for breath. Suddenly she stopped fighting, went lax, and closed her eyes.
"Oh God Kensley!"
Harley watched with awe as Kensley slowly raised her head and then screamed. Kensley's face had started to melt, the skin dropping off in clumps, while her eyes seemed to liquify and run down her face. It started happening all over her body, the skin would turn to mush and just roll off her bones, which were soon just covered by her muscle and fat but that too didn't last long. Within minutes Kensley was nothing more that a skeleton covered in black smoke.
'Harley stared at her dead sister, mouth gaped open, and paid no attention as the smoke entered. Choking, Harley knew she would end up just like her sister and she cursed herself for bringing them to this cursed lake. That was the last rational thought Harley had before completely succumbing to the life force that was Jason Voorhees.
Standing up, Jason worked his marionette to walk out of the caves, and into the woods surrounding Crystal Point. He knew his body was buried nearby, he could feel the pull of it, so he moved as quickly as the womans little body would let him for he knew he had to hurry as the skin started falling off her frame.
