Mar 17, 2018
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RAINING again. The weather was not kind to Crystal Lake, especially not when he was wandering around. The decaying grounds of the former camp were overgrown with untamed grass and roots. The man-shaped THING in the hockey mask had been drawn to the old camp at the behest of his INSTINCTS. Somebody was here, he could sense them. He just needed to find them. Jason Voorhees stood next to the old fire pit, its blackened logs had been broken down by the elements after years of neglect. He did not look much better, with an exposed spine and skeletal jaw.
