“Man, fuck this shit!” Ryan said to himself as he continued to search for the dime of marijuana in his car. “She is just going to have to go without it for a day.”

“Damnit! Where the hell is it?” he continued as he shook his head in disgust. “Wait, maybe she put it in the back seat.”

Ryan didn’t notice, but when he lifted his head from the front seat, standing directly behind him staring through the windshield was the masked menace, Jason Voorhees.

When Ryan emerged from the car, however, Jason was gone.

Then, climbing into the back seat, he continued his search.

“I know it’s around here somewhere,” he mumbled as he started to look through the cushions of the seat, then under the front seats.

After pulling down the middle arm rest, Ryan found the bag, stashed away in behind it.

“Yes!” he rejoiced as he started to back out of the backseat.

But then something struck Ryan in the back of the head. It was so hard and struck with such force, that he totally blacked out.

When he came to a few seconds later, he was lying on the ground with his head propped up against the inside of the car door.

“What the hell was that?” Ryan asked as he rubbed the back of his head.

Then he saw what it was.

At first, he couldn’t believe his eyes, so he rubbed them and looked again, but there was no mistaking it.

He was looking up at the legend that haunted Crystal Lake for decades.

He was looking at Jason Voorhees, who just stared down at him soaking wet, breathing heavily through his mask.

Ryan opened his mouth to scream, but before he could mutter a sound Jason slammed the car door on his head, causing a big gash on his forehead and shooting some blood out of his ears.

He went to scream again, but again and again Jason slammed the car door on his head, crushing his skull.


“Damn, what the hell is taking him so long?” Stephanie pondered to herself as she continued to lie nude in the woods.

She considered getting dressed again, but then thought otherwise because the sun was blazing hot and she seemed kind of pale and wanted to get a good tan for the summer.

“He needs to hurry his ass up,” Stephanie thought. “What the hell was I thinking sending him back there and leaving me alone here in these creepy woods?”

She was then relieved to hear footsteps coming back toward her. She didn’t think twice that it would have been anybody else besides Ryan with the bag of weed.

“It’s about damn time, I was starting to get scared…” Stephanie started to say, but stopped in mid-sentence when a tall man wearing some sort of mask and carrying a chainsaw walked toward her.

Stephanie screamed and sprang to her feet as Jason started the chainsaw with a high-pitched whine.

As she sprinted through the woods, Jason was right on her tail.

Stephanie was now greatly regretting not get getting dressed, because as she ran, her bare feet were gored by jagged rocks that slowed her down, and bushes and branches slashed through her naked body, drawing blood instantly.

Then, as she turned her head to look back, she ran directly into a tree, knocking her to the ground.

She closed her eyes, waiting for the man to attack, but no attack came. Even the whir of the chainsaw had mysteriously stopped.

Stephanie looked around, dazed and confused, looking for any signs of the man.

She decided to get the hell out of there, but as soon as she got to her feet, Jason stepped out from the other side of the tree and started the chainsaw.

Stephanie’s blood curdling scream was drowned out by the chainsaw as Jason stuck it straight through her chest and out her back, then up through her head.

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