Far away, in the deep, deep forest, a boy and a girl were swimming in Crystal Lake. "Come on in Stacy! It's nice and cool." The girl stepped back, "But Jeremy, what about all those stories of Jason Voorhees?" He laughed, "I can take him, now get in here with me." She smiled at her boyfriend, and proceeded in. All of a sudden, Jeremy had been pulled under the water. "Jeremy, stop it, you're not scaring me." He didn't come up, and she began to worry. Before she could call him again, the water where Jeremy had been pulled under turned to a dark red. "Jeremy! Oh my God!" she said running off the dock. While trying to go get help, she slipped in a puddle of water. Suddenly a gloved hand rose from the water and grabbed Stacy by the ankle. "Help! Help!" No one heard the screams of terror as she was pulled down to her watery grave. The water turned an even darker red as Jason Voorhees rose from the water. He held his machete close as he headed to the old rotted cabin. He wanted someone else to kill; he was growing tired of so little. He threw his machete in the corner of the room, and waited for the perfect kill to come.