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Recently a ad in the paper has announced the opening of camp crystal lake! The camp had closed along time ago after the manslaughter of all the camp counselors back in the 80s! Their deaths were at the hands of a mother in mourning after her child Jason Vorhees had drowned supposedly in the lake! Since then many strange and weird occurrences have happened on that land!
Someone recently had bought the old camp in hopes of restoring it to its formal glory hoping to wash out the horrible past that lingered there! The ad also stated they were hiring for all positions and needed help with the clean up of the camp! They were looking for cooks,maintenance,camp councilors, ect! The plan was to rebuild the camp in the long off months before the grand opening that summer.
You decided to give the owner a call and were hired immediately. A month later you had settled into one of the remodeled cabins! It was cool outside so you wore jeans and some form of a warm jacket! You had been asked if you could come on the off months and help get the camp fixed up with the other soon to be camp counselors! For now you stood in front of an old workshop that everyone else kept saying was haunted! No one wanted to go inside and give the building a new coat of paint so you decided it was up to you! You were brave enough!
You stepped inside the cold yet rustic building! It smelled of wood and old must. The old floorboards creaked and groaned underneath you and you began to wonder if they would actually hold your weight or not. You began to walk around looking for the light switch sitting the bucket of paint down with a soft clank and the brush you sighed rubbing the back of your neck. You couldn’t see anything as you took one final step forward. There was a loud creak and groan before you suddenly felt weightlessness set in. You were falling and above the light became dim then nothing.
When you finally woke up you were in a tunnel of sorts full of old junk from the camp. The tunnels smelled of old rotting wood and something else you couldn’t put your finger on! The tunnels looked to be old mining shafts and they had power as yellow lighting casted an Erie glow in the area. There must have been miles of tunnels in all directions. Slowly you stood with a groan feeling an aching pain in your body that you would have to push aside for now. The situation of what had happened set in and you look up to see you had only fallen from a hight of 8 feet. You were surprised you hadn’t broken anything but luck seemed to be in the mood to give you some form of hope of getting out of the mines.
You tried to stay calm and look around feeling lost before choosing a direction in hopes of getting out. There was no way you would be able to climb out of the whole you had accidentally broken through as you could barely reach up and touch it using your tip toes. With a sigh and a bit of vigor you began to journey wondering if anyone would notice you had gone missing. As you walked for what felt like a while you hear something..the sound of boots on the hard dirt flooring.
You decided to follow the noise and eventually you find a large open space with the walls covered in vines and tree roots. You must have gone up hill which was great news. You began to look around finding a pile of junk in one corner. A bunch of weapons leaned against a different wall with bear traps and such hanging up. And in another part of the room was an old rusty cell from the looks of it. You took a few steps forward to investigate and that’s when you noticed it. A large work table with someone large sitting at it. You froze up with wide eyes.
The man himself turned having of heard the on coming of footsteps and his alarm system going off constantly with the trip wires he had set up. There was bells on the wall that were hooked to said trip wires. The man got up looking to be at least 6”5 towering over you like a god damn sky scraper. He wore an old hockey mask that had dried specs of blood on it and an old warn out jacket with holes in it. He had grey cracky pants and a tattered old white shirt that he also wore with large thick brown leather boots. You couldn’t fucking believe what you were seeing. It was really him. Jason vorhees in the flesh. He held a machete and you could hear nothing but the sound of both of your breathing.
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