"What can I do ya for?" The detective said slyly. "Names John. John Liberty." Tom looked at him warily, "My students and I just settled in the camp up north.
We were wondering if you could tell us more about it."
John sighed. He explained the local legend, Jason Voorhees, a boy who drowned due to unattentive camp counselors on Friday the 13th. SUPPOSEDLY he comes back for revenge every year.
"But that's just a legend," John said, "You have more to fear from bug bites than you do from that tale." John showed Tom the way out. But in his mind, he was plotting.
He had a new set of victims.
Back at the camp, the teens were wondering where Brad went. "He's probably preparing some stupid prank." Casey said. "I'm gonna go start a fire" Jace declared. "Anyone in?"
Jessica raised her hand excitedly. "No thanks," Casey yawned. "I'm hitting the hay". She shuffled off to bed as the others left the cabin.
An hour later, Casey was about to fall asleep when the door creaked open. A mans shadow looked over her. "Come for a little fun Brad?"
Someone got in bed next to her. She rolled over and opened her eyes, only to see Brad's corpse. She screamed and fell out of the bed, only to be dragged under.
Jason shuffled away with two bodies into the woods that night..... And the terror was only beginning..
Liberty watched as the fire crackled over Jaces burning body. The girl may have gotten away for now. But he would catch her. He'd catch all of them.