Camp Crystal Lake. 1957.

A young boy named Jason Voorhees drowned in the lake while two counselors went off and made love while he was "swimming"? One year later, they were found butchered in one of the cabins. The camp closed. Over the years, various attempts at re-opening the camp were met with some catastrophe. In the 1960s, the water was poisoned. In the 1970s, there were a series of fires. Then, in 1979, Steve Christy and his counselors prepared to re-open, but most of them were slaughtered. The killer turned to be Jason's mother, Pamela Voorhees. Alice, the only one who survived, chopped off her head.

Two months later, she disappeared. No one knows what happened to her. The townspeople believe that Jason rose from the grave and avenged his mother's death. A revenge he will continue to seek if anyone enters his wilderness again.

Over the next 20 years, every time someone goes near the lake, they wind up dead. Hundreds of people in fact. Still, no one knows the real truth. The townspeople are convinced that it is Jason and that he is still out there, despite rumors that Jason was taken to hell by Satan himself.

Fast forward.

Camp Crystal Lake. 1999.

Allen Christy, Steve's nephew, got a permit from the town to re-build the camp and return it to its original luster. It took one year, but with the help of his counselors (and nearly $2 million!), the camp was fully restored. Oddly enough, this time there was no attempt to stop them.

As Christy joins his counselors at a campfire the first night, he sits down, proud of his efforts of the past year. Sure, he informed everybody about the Voorhees legend, and he also told them it was a load of B.S. and that the townspeople are full of crap. Don't they know who he is? He is Allen fucking Christy. No one could tell him what to do. They are wrong about the whole thing. Sure, Jason drowned and Mrs. Voorhees killed his uncle, but she got hers and that's the end of the story. No Jason. No nothing.

This place looks great, Christy thought to himself, as he joined his counselors and campers by the campfire at the center of the horseshoe of cabins. The group's head counselor, John Morgan, sits by the fire with his guitar, playing songs with everyone singing along. First he toyed around playing "Mary had a little lamb," the first thing he learned how to play on his guitar, but then the excitement caught on.

While he played, he got requests for everything from Led Zeppelin to Dr. Dre. He tried his best to play the tunes, although they were horrendous sounding on his guitar. It served its purpose, however, because everyone was singing along and having a good time while they roasted their marshmallows and hot dogs.

As John played Led Zeppelin's "Heartbreaker," he stared across the fire at Allison Jones, his female partner for cabin five, the center cabin, and he couldn't help but be distracted. At six feet tall, she was quite striking. In the hot summer air, her eyes gleamed in the moonlight and her amber hair glinted from the small reflection of the vast gray lake. Based on the feeling in the pit of his stomach, John could tell he absolutely adored her. And based on the look she was giving him, he could tell she wanted him, too.

As he finished the song, he passed off his guitar to someone else and gave a walking motion with his fingers to Allison, who graciously accepted. So they left as Christy took over on guitar. A chorus of boo's were heard as he started to play the Rolling Stones "Mixed Emotions."

John and Allison took the long trail, the one that leads the whole way around the lake. They had gotten to know one another very well over the past year. However, although they swore to each other they would just be friends, tonight might be a different story.

They stare at each other with the same, loving gaze. Halfway down the trail, their hands met, and not once did they separate. In John's other hand was his machete, just in case any wild animals came. The truth is John felt more secure with a weapon in his hand.

Yawning, he finally broke the dead silence. "Kinda spooky, isn't it?" he said, swinging his machete into the air and looking up at the cloudy night sky at the tall trees that seemingly encase the camp.

"Yeah," Allison replied. The owls were hooting and the crickets were out. There were no stars in the sky, and the only thing that could be seen in the sky through the thick clouds was the full moon, gleamy and bright.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew across them. "Brrrr," Allison said, "This is giving me goosebumps."

"It is probably going to rain any minute," John said. "We might want to head back."

"Yeah," Allison replied. But as they turned around, they found that the trail was gone and they were out in the middle of the woods. They looked around, but saw no glimpse of the camp or campfire that they saw when they left.

"Great, now what do we do?" Allison asked.

"We couldn't have gotten far," John replied. But the fact is John had no clue where they were. Staring up at the sky so long, they lost the trail and were now stuck out in the middle of nowhere.

"Let's go this way," John suggested.

"Wait, I think the camp's that way," Allison replied.

"No, it is this way," John reassured, "Let's go."

Allison agreed until they hiked for at least two miles with no camp in sight.

"I really think we should have went the other way," Allison said. "It's creepy out here."

"Let me check my compass," John said, pulling it out of his pocket. "Shit," John remembered, "I left it back at my cabin."

Then it happened.

Drip, Drip.

It was slow at first, but then it slowly began to pick up.

Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip.

It was raining.

Allison began to run in the direction she thought was right and John followed her. A quarter-mile along the way, they found a clearing in the woods. Help was right around the corner. Until John tripped and fell over a stump sticking out of the ground. Allison immediately turned around to go help him.

"Are you ok?" she asked.

But John was playing possum. He had other ideas.

He grabbed and Allison and pulled her on top him and they began to make out under a huge pine tree. It started to get hot and heavy when they thought they heard thunder, roaring loudly in the sky. Just then, Allison thought she felt the ground shake. Then John felt it. It was almost as if the thunder was coming from the ground, not the sky. They both felt the ground shaking and stood up. There was a hole forming below them. Then, as they backed away, a hideous man sprang to life from the hole below, pulling John underground.

Allison, in disbelief, screamed "Jason?!?" and then reached her hand into the hole to try to help John. An instant later, the hideous man now revealed as Jason Voorhees, barged back out.

Allison fell to the ground and slowly backed away. Jason then grabbed John's machete and slowly made his way toward her. He raised his arm to strike her down, when she countered with a swift kick in the nuts. Angered even more, Jason grabbed Allison by her hair, tossed her into the air with incredible strength, and sliced her in half at the waist. The two halves then fell into the hole below.

Jason, staring down into the hole that now closed itself shut, noticed something white on the ground nearby. Tilting his head sideways, Jason picked up his mask and put it on.

The re-birth was complete.

Jason was back.

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