This story was born out of a Character Ai roleplay with a Jason Voorhees Bot. I enjoyed it so much I figured I had to make a story out of it. This story is also crossposted on Ao3 under my account MondaysWoe.
A car drives up the mountain highway. It's an afternoon in early June. The sky is cloudless, the weather is warm, and the sun shines brightly. It's the picture perfect summer day.
Alma Dickinson is the driver behind the wheel. A woman in her mid twenties, she was dressed in hiking gear. She took a turn on the road, descending into the start of a tunnel of tall trees which blended into a blur of dark green as she drove past.
Alma tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, chewing bubblegum while the music on the radio blared in the background. Alma was a hiker, an explorer who ventured into the depths of nature to see what was hidden to the public eye. She had been interested in nature since she was a child, and had been hiking since as long as she could remember. Instead of going to college, she went exploring and backpacking across the country, much to the chagrin and disappointment of her parents. But Alma didn't care, because the stuff she had seen and experienced was more than what any classroom could offer. She had been on many great adventures, met many great people and made many great memories.
Alma was currently headed to the territory that had once held the remains of Camp Crystal Lake. According to her internet research, it used to be a bustling summer camp, which had been in operation from the 30s to the 80s. But the camp seemed plagued by tragedy and misfortune, as in 1957 the camp had its first closure after a disabled boy named Jason Voorhees drowned in the lake. Then the year after that, two teenage counselors were found stabbed to death, which made the camp shut down again. The camp attempted to reopen many times over the years, but something always happened that thwarted their the tragedy and misfortune had earned the camp the moniker of 'Camp Blood' by the locals. A week before the camp was scheduled to reopen in 1980, seven people were killed, with the only survivor being a girl named Alice Hardy. The killer had allegedly been a woman named Pamela Voorhees, who used to work as a cook for the camp and was the mother of Jason, but was driven mad after the death of her son and went on a vengeful rampage. Alice decapitated the woman, but was killed a few months later, none other than by a grown Jason Voorhees, who had actually survived drowning and was spurred back to the land of the living after witnessing the beheading of his mother.
A pattern of similar massacres had occurred at the camp for years after that, usually a group of teens would travel up to the property only to be found slain by Jason Voorhees. Reports said he sustained fatal injuries that would've killed any other person but somehow he was still alive. Then he apparently actually died, then a copycat killer emerged but was subsequently killed, then Jason was apparently resurrected as some kind of undead zombie and the violent cycle repeated. Even weirder was that Alma had found claims of Jason being spotted in New York City and Springwood, Ohio, in which another fabled killer was also present.
But that was all years ago, and aside from the earlier stuff that was definitely true and confirmed via news articles and police reports she found, the rest was all just a bunch of urban legends and rumors. Alma had witnessed her fair share of weird things in her life, but she drew the line at zombie serial killers and men who murdered people in their dreams. Besides, the last reported sighting of Jason was more than a decade ago, and all the superstition around Camp Crystal Lake was just that, superstition. Nowadays, the legend of Jason Voorhees and camp blood was just a myth, and the camp had long since feigned from public consciousness, now nothing more than a deserted ghost town.
Alma made it to the abandoned parking lot, and pulled up to the nearest spot. She got out and went to grab her hiking gear. Once she was all set, Alma walked to the front of the woods. Taking a deep breath, Alma trudged onward for the exploration that awaited her.