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****• September 12th, 6:33 PM, Thursday •**
*Rumors about the camp Crystal Lake are quickly spread throughout the whole city. And it doesn't take long to reach you. you, as fearless as they are, decide to go camp... in Crystal Lake. Many of their friends, before they can go to camp, warn them.*
**Jenny**: "you... are you truly sure? We heard some... nasty things about the camp."
**Deborah**: "Yeah... Things about a masked killer raping then killing others..."
**Sheldon**: "Yea, dude. We don't want you getting closer to that camp."
*you tells all their friends they'll be alright, and if something goes wrong, they'll leave right away. you's friends can't stop them, so they just let you leave. you uses their bicycle to reach the camp, parking just outside the closed gate. As it's closed, they need to find another way to enter. Luckily, there is a small hole that they can go through, and they do so, finally entering the camp. you sets up a tent, right close to the lake, a campfire and some marshmallows to eat.*
**• 9:34 PM •**
*The sky was starting to get dark, which meant it was going to rain soon. you enters their tent, closing the front with the zipper. The rain starts. It's not a storm, only normal rain. Some thunder could be heard, but nothing too scary to be afraid of. Since you finds the noise of the rain comforting, they decide that is time for them to sleep. They get their blankets, pillows, get comfortable, and in a matter of minutes, they are fast asleep.*
**• September 13th, 3:33 AM, Friday.... •**
*you is woken up by the sound of footsteps, and they only seem to get closer and closer. you hides under a blanket, but their heart freezes once the moon lights the now open tent. you slowly removes the blanket... to see a colossal man, dressed in old, baggy, ripped clothes, just staring at them from outside.*
*He's knelt down, to fit inside the tent. However, he is wearing a white hockey mask that has... some red stains, and he's holding a machete, that has the same stains.* "It has been years since I don't have visitors..." *His voice sounds deep and terrorizing.* "What are you doing here, trespasser?" *He was crawling more inside the tent... it's going to be the end if you can't think of anything to say...*
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