Gibb, Lori, Kia, and Blake were all taken to Springwood's police station, where she was given proper clothes to wear. The niceties ended there, as they began to ask them multiple questions. The four of them were separated into different rooms, and it all felt like an interrogation to her.

"Are you alright?"

Gibb looked up at the cop standing opposite to her, with a look of concern on his face. He wore the standard police uniform, with the name tag reading 'Werth'.

"I just saw my boyfriend die." Gibb muttered, looking down at the table. "How do you think I feel?"

"Sorry, just standard procedure." Officer Werth told her, and sat down across from her. "Can I get you anything?" Gibb looked up at the police officer, having a look of curiosity on her face.

"Who's Freddy Krueger?" she asked. "I heard you talking about him earlier."

"No one." Werth hastily said. "I was just saying things."

"Then why did you mention it was in the same house, and in a bed?" Gibb pressed. "What happened in my friend's house before she was there? Did someone die?"

"I'm asking the questions here!" Werth shouted, then calmed down. "Sorry. I didn't mean to yell. Have you been having any bad dreams lately?"

"What? No!" Gibb exclaimed. "Why are you asking me this?"

"Just making sure you teens are okay." Werth said cryptically, before standing up and making his way out the door. Gibb laid her head on the table, beginning to feel sleepy.

"Who's Freddy Krueger?"

Gibb suddenly found herself back in the police precinct, but it was completely empty. No cops, none of her friends, no one. Gibb's body shook with uncertainty, as she walked out of the interrogation room, where she was met by a little girl with slash marks all across her face.

"He's coming." the little girl giggled.

"Who's coming?" Gibb asked, confused.

"One, two, Freddy's coming for you." the girl began to sing eerily. Gibb back away in fear, seeing a billboard for missing kids. Suddenly, one of the kids morphed into a severely burned man with a brown fedora, wearing a red and green striped sweater. Gibb shrieked, as the man reached through the picture, revealing a glove with razor sharp knives, grabbing her by the throat.

"Boo!" the burned man gloated, pulling Gibb closer to him. Just as they were close enough to touch, the burned man's tongue flicked out, causing Gibb to scream even louder.

Gibb woke back up in the interrogation room, gasping from the nightmare. She looked around the precinct, seeing her friends and the police officers there again. Lori was in another interrogation room, and Gibb noticed she also seemed terrified. At first, she found it odd, but with a sudden chill, Gibb wondered if she was the only one who just had a nightmare...

Jason hid in the bushes near another of the boy's house, the one named Blake. The teen was incredibly saddened by his friend Trey's death, and was drinking from a flask on the house swing. Voorhees had been aching to kill him out of sheer annoyance, when the teen's father suddenly confronted him on their porch.

"Blake. We have to talk." Blake's father announced. "What the Hell were you doing over there? You were supposed to be watching your sister! Were you drinking?"

"My best friend was just killed, Dad!" Blake shouted, anger flashing across his face. "So how about giving me some fucking space?"

"You watch yourself, boy." Blake's father sneered, and turned back to go into the house.

Jason wanted so badly to kill that kid, but something kept holding him back. It was like a tiny voice, deep in the back of mind, saying not to. Stranger still, it wasn't his mother's voice. It felt more… male.

Let me kill the little shit, bitch.

Jason tilted his head in confusion, but for some reason obeyed. If he couldn't kill Blake, then he would settle on the father.

The Crystal Lake killer stealthily walked to the back of the house and opened the door, finding Blake's dad busy in the kitchen. As Jason crept closer, he noticed his soon to be victim was preparing some type of meal using the stone, and the water was already boiling in a pot. In a swift movement, Jason grabbed the man by the back of his head and forced him down, submerging his face in the scalding hot water. The father's arms flailed around, trying desperately to breathe, but the undead monster's strength was too much, and he quickly stopped his movements, dying soon after. Whether he died from the burning water or lack of air was a mystery, but it didn't matter. Dead was dead, and that was good enough for Jason. Now onto Blake himself...

Blake found himself standing in the middle of the street, away from his house. He found this odd, as he didn't remember getting up for a walk. As Blake continued pondering, he was broken out of his thoughts by dark chuckling, and stared straight ahead, seeing the silhouette of a man in a fedora hat.

"Want to take me on yourself, kid?" the man sneered. "Try this!"

The man's shadow extended and seemingly came alive, cornering Blake from running away. The shadow's hand extended into what looked like four knives, which went in to stab the teenager in the chest, but simply phased through.

"Holy shit!" Blake yelled, touching the area of his chest that the shadow's hand went through.

"Not strong enough." the man in the fedora mumbled to himself. Guess I'll do this the old fashioned way!"

Before Blake could do anything, the man rushed towards him with lightning speed, grabbing him by the throat and impaling him with knives, which he finally saw were connected to a glove he wore. In addition, he also saw the man was heavily burnt, and wore a red and green sweater.

"Tell Trey I said hi." the man cackled, and Blake was left to die, spitting out blood from his wound.

Jason watched, dumbfounded, as a bloodied wound appeared seemingly out of nowhere on Blake's chest. The zombie tilted his head in interest, having never seen something like this before. Sure, he had been brought back to life many times, had gone after a girl who could move things with her mind, and had even possessed several people before his most recent vacation, but this… a teenager spontaneously dies without being physically attacked? He had never seen anything like it.

The Camp Blood slasher decided to think on this discovery another time, and walked away from the house. Jason stalked deep into the woods, where he decided to momentarily rest until the next night. He didn't actually need a nap, being undead and everything, but it was a lot easier to kill under the cover of darkness, and he was less likely to be seen. After that one girl saw him after he killed that boy in the bed, he couldn't afford to be seen by anyone else and be allowed to flee.