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Detective Morris hadn't seen his wife in 3 days. But it was his job to inspect Crystal lake so it could be deemed safe for opening. Sure, the people said the place was cursed, but Morris was never the type to believe in ghosts. The rumors of a man walking out of a grave, constantly chasing people in the name of his mother, it all sounded like bullshit. How could a dead body reanimate itself and swim to New York? It was just a folk tale made to scare campers.

As he approached the site for one last inspection, he noticed a path he hadn't seen before. It led off site, However it was close enough that some stupid kids could walk over and get lost, resulting in another lawsuit. That would be the last thing he wanted. Not only would it get the local government in trouble, but also him for not appraising the pathway. He already had the document signed with his approval, so he went back to his car, left it there, and headed down the trail.

A few miles in, Morris found a shack. It was rusty, made of metal, and very small. It looked like it could collapse at any minute. Morris knocked on the door, but it fell down immediately. He started to enter, when a gritty, but loud voice spoke from inside:

"One... Two... Jason's coming for you..."

Morris immediately headed inside, where he found the decapitated, rotting head of a woman, enshrined in a way that Morris found disgusting.

"Three... four... He's headed towards the door..."

He then saw a stairway, that headed underground. Morris immediately took the opportunity and went downstairs. Though what he saw shocked him even more. It was another decapitated head, but this one was covered in burn marks. It was chained up to a piece of wood mounted on the wall. He immediately recognized it from descriptions of a man from a few towns over who died in a burn accident. The head then spoke:

"Surprised? I've been down here for 3 years, and I don't think I'm going to be released anytime soon. But.. I'd be more worried about HIM."

It was then that Morris felt the cold grip of a pair of rotting hands around his neck. He looked up, and the last thing he saw was a hulking man wearing a hockey mask.

Detective Jamison was randomly thrust into the reopening ceremony of camp crystal lake on a Thursday afternoon. He had no idea the place had even begun rebuilding. He was dragged awake at 3am by his boss to help set it up. An audience of about 300 people showed up to it. The mayor then spoke:

"It is, in my honor, after 3 years, to announce the killer-free, safety approved by detective Jamison here, the reopening of camp Crystal lake!"

The mayor spoke too loudly in Jamison's opinion. Really, he wasn't a nice guy at all. Constantly shouting at his workers for even the smallest of mistakes.

"Now then, let us disregard the memories of the past. Was there a Jason killer? Yes. But was he a hulking zombie that could survive almost any hit? No. Now, May our resident detective and safety inspector, detective Albert Jamison, come up and cut the ribbon?"

Jamison didn't want to steal credit for what his colleague approved. But because he went missing, he was assigned to open the camp.

"Well, actually, I wasn't the one to app-"

The mayor quickly butted in and thanked him for coming on stage. Jamison cut the ribbon, and the camp was officially opened.

Loomis once again had the job of transferring Michael to a new mental hospital. This time, However, he was prepared if there was a breakout. He had with him several guards that were trained to shoot on sight. But, strangely, Michael complied. He didn't try to fight, he didn't try to kill anyone, he just walked into the back of the truck and sat down, staring at the guards.

It would be a long drive, from Illinois to New Jersey. About 160 miles of potential danger. At any moment, Michael could escape. Loomis had his gun by his side, and started driving.

After arriving at the mental institution, Loomis immediately met with the head of the institute, Dr. Adams. He warned the doctor about Michael's frequent outbreaks, only to be dismissed with: "Surely he can't be that bad, after all, he was obedient the entire drive here!"

Loomis quickly responded, telling him frantically: "you must understand! He should not be underestimated! He is clinically insane, you've seen the record!" But when he went to look out the window, he saw 4 dead bodies, each of the security guards, and he immediately rushed down to his car. When he opened his trunk, the infamous mask was missing.