“Wooooo-hoooo. Yeaaaaa baby!” Tony yelled as he raced his Jet Ski through the waters of Crystal Lake.

Tony was standing up on the Jet Ski, yelling in excitement as he continued to make sharp cuts and turns, spraying waves of water up into the air. Jamie, on the other hand, was scared shitless.

“Damnit, will you slow the fuck down?!” she yelled as she held on to Tony’s stomach with a death grip.

They had been out riding for about a half-hour, and Jamie was really beginning to get fed-up with it. The beach clearing where they started was now completely out of sight, and she highly doubted that Tony knew where they were at now either.

“I’m serious Tony, slow down and head back!” she screamed, over the roar of the Jet Ski.

Tony replied with a disgusted sigh, as he eventually sat back down and brought the Jet Ski to what seemed like a dead halt.

“Thank you,” Jamie said, relieved. “Now can we please head back?”

“Son of a bitch!” Tony yelled as he punched his fist down on the dashboard of the Jet Ski.

“What happened?” Jamie asked, who got even more scared.

“Damn thing ran out of gas,” Tony replied in disgust.

“What the hell do you mean it ran out of gas?” Jamie asked. “I thought you checked it before we left?”

“I did, and we had a full tank when we started,” Tony informed her as he repeatedly attempted to turn over the ignition. “I didn’t know these things went through gas so fast.”

Jamie looked around, trying to think of what to do. They were maybe 50 feet from the closest shoreline, so swimming to shore may have been their only option.

“Look why don’t we just swim over to the shore, make it back to the vehicle, and then we can come back with you father’s Jet-Ski and pull yours out,” Jamie suggested as she kept watching to see if maybe anyone would notice them out there.

“Are you crazy?!!” Tony asked. “I’m not leaving my baby here. What if it washes ashore and we can’t find it?”

Then Jamie noticed the glint from the Pontiac’s windshield.

“Look, there’s the Aztek, I’ll swim over and get help and then…” Jamie started to say, but her sentence was cut short when a hand suddenly shot up from behind her and grabbed her by her ponytail, dragging her violently underwater.

“Jamie! Jamie! What happened?” Tony yelled as he frantically looked on all sides of the Jet Ski.

A moment later, he noticed the water turn red as the back of Jamie’s head floated on the surface of the water, with the handle of a knife sticking out the back of her head.

“Noooo!!!” Tony screamed at the top of his lungs as he stared at the dead body of his girlfriend.

Just then, the entire Jet Ski violently shook back and forth, as Tony franticly tried to grab a hold of something so he wouldn’t fall into the water.

Then, all at once, the Jet Ski stopped shaking, and Tony just sat there, frozen with fear as his eyes searched the water for any sign of movement.

Bubbles began to rise nearby, and Tony just stared at them, not knowing what to do or what to think.

Then, as the bubbles dispersed, Tony saw a white hockey mask quickly rise to the surface, and then before he knew it, the rest of the body of Jason Voorhees splashed out of the water. Jason grabbed Tony and drug him underwater.

Tony struggled to get free, kicking and punching at Jason, who had him by the throat and was slowly strangling him to death.

Tony’s attempts to break free got weaker and weaker as Jason just stared through his one good eye as the life of Tony Vasquez slowly left his body.


“Ohhhhh yeah baby, right there,” Stephanie moaned in pleasure as she made love to Ryan in a small clearing in the woods.

The couple had gone on a long hike to kill time, with Ryan grabbing Stephanie’s ass and kissing her neck practically the entire time. She then got to the point where she couldn’t take it any more, and she grabbed Ryan and pulled him down on top of her in the first clearing they came to.

They stripped each other nude in only a matter of minutes and now they began to make love like to two animals off the Discovery Channel.

Stephanie continued to moan as Ryan held her legs on his shoulders and kissed her neck.

The couple continued to have sex for another five minutes until each reached their peak.

Ryan moaned and rolled over beside her.

He wasted no time lighting up a joint. In fact, neither one of them even bothered to put their clothes back on.

“Ouch, this damn thing burnt my fingers,” Stephanie said as she snuffed out the last of the blunt against a rock. “There’s another dime bag in the car, why don’t you go get it for me baby?”

“Yeah right, I ain’t going to get that shit,” Ryan replied. “Why don’t you go, I’m tired.”

Stephanie only gave him the look that said, ‘if you don’t go then your not getting what you just got ever again’ type of look.

Ryan thought about it for a while, and then sighed as he pulled his shorts back on and began to head back to the vehicle.

Stephanie just smiled and thought to herself, ‘I got that boy wrapped around my finger’ as she laid back and continued to bath nude in the sun.


By the time Ryan made it back to the Aztek, his chest and arms had been scratched up from a thorn bush, and his legs itched from what was either a mosquito bite or poison ivy. Either way, he was sweating like a bitch.

‘She owes me big time for this,’ he thought to himself as he opened the passenger side door and searched for the dime bag of weed.

Ryan continued his search and was completely oblivious to his surroundings. For, if he had happened to look up in the rearview mirror, he would have seen the masked menace Jason Voorhees as he slowly walked out of the lake.

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