The winding road is overgrown and the moonlight shines down on you as you walk up to the forgotten, rotting house in the middle of the woods. The rain patters lightly on your cheek, preparing for a downpour, and you hear distant thunder and see lightning in the dark, nearly black, clouds approaching. To find shelter from the storm, you walk up the steps of the house and they creak under each step as if warning you to turn back before you have gone too far. The wind whips through your hair and it sounds like all of the creatures of the night howling at one another. You reach for the old rusted door knob and pull open the wood rotten, moldy door.

As you pull it open a rush of cold and rotten smelling air greets you. You walk in and the room is dank and moldy. A shiver runs down your spine as the darkness of the room consumes you and any lingering light from the full moon outside. As you take another step towards the middle of the room the door behind you slams shut with much force and you spin around. No one is there. Despite feeling an eerie chill at your back you continue in and notice something on the floor,

An old, dry, blood stain in the shape of a body.

It’s continues in a trail to a closet as if the person were being dragged away. You take a few cautious steps towards the ominous closet and twist the knob. Just before you push open the door to investigate the obvious blood stains a bloodcurdling scream erupts from someone’s throat just behind you. You turn around and are greeted by a person with a bloody butcher knife clutched tightly in their right hand. Lightning illuminates the figure and shows a Jason Vorhees mask covering their identity. You look down to the right and notice where the scream came from. A women on the ground is clutching her chest that is spouting out torrents of blood onto the already massacred floor and pleading with her eyes for help. You try to scream but are too frozen by fear. The killer approaches you and raises up his knife just like they are always depicted in the movies and brings its down slashing straight through your neck. It was so quick and sharp you practically feel nothing.

You crumble to the floor gasping for air but only to get stabbed again right in the chest this time. You are covered in your own sticky, hot blood and feel as if you are drowning in pain and hot sticky water. As you take your final breath you look to see the killer take of their mask and you realize that it’s your best friend. Your friend meets your gaze, no remorse in their eyes, and then everything goes black.

You are dead.