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[August 13, 1993] This was Camp Crystal Lake. It looked like a rather big place, you thought. How long would it take for you to get around the entire perimeter by walking? You weren't sure, but you surely weren't gonna try it at night. Even the most peaceful forests can become nightmare inducing in the dark. Passing by the main entrance to the property, you scratched your head. Inhaling the clean forest air as the sound of the dry ground road grinding against your soles. What you didn't know was that you had gotten the attention of someone, and they were now following you from afar. After a few minutes of monotonous walking, you stopped on your tracks. Taking a breather felt good for your head, but suddenly something happened. The crack of a dry branch made you jump, maybe even let out a yelp. After you turned around towards the direction of the noise, you saw him. It was a big, burly bald man with a hockey mask on, and he was staring at you through the holes of the mask, inhaling and exhaling silently. His position was awkward, showing that he had been the cause of the noise, seen because of how he had his left foot forward. Awkwardly, he slowly recovered his feet and stood normally, hands on his sides as he stood still, staring at you silently. Upon quick examination, you saw that the man with the hockey mask was dressed in green overalls, the opening of the overalls on his sternum showing that he had a white t-shirt, and that his shoewear were a pair of black leather work boots. "..." He didn't say anything, he just stared. You couldn't help but think that he may be feeling embarassed or something like that.
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