"Thanks again." I smiled at the cabdriver and shut the car door.

I found myself in the infamous town of Crystal Lake. Or 'Camp Blood', it had been rightfully nicknamed. I couldn't believe that Pamela had gone so mad in her grief that she killed teenage counsellors who tried to reopen the camp. I shivered at the thought but was then met with a wave of grief myself. I wandered through the quiet town and took in the new things as well as the nostalgic aspects about it. Crystal Lake was still so green and weirdly still wholesome to an outsider. I guessed I had been an outsider for quite some time, huh? I slung my duffel bag over my shoulder and trudged through the town until I spotted the motel.

As I dumped my bag onto the motel bed, a distressed sigh left my lips. I sat down on the bed next to my duffel bag and stared out the window. The sun had began to set into an ombré of orange and peach. The motel room sat still in the silent dusk to the point I was afraid to even breath or else I'd disturb it.

"Why am I here?" I murmured to myself.

1957

I gently placed the covers over Jason's tired form and tucked them over him.

"Did you have a good day today?" I asked the younger boy before me. Jason nodded his head and smiled ever so slightly up at me. "That's good to hear. Now sleep tight. Your mummy wants to hang out with you tomorrow." I smiled back at him softly.

I grabbed the teddy bear I had bought him from the nightstand and carefully placed it next to Jason under the covers. Jason snuggled against the toy to the point that it tugged at my heartstrings.

"Good night, Jason."

I hummed quietly to myself in the moonlight as I did the dishes after putting Jason to bed. Pamela had to work late again so I made dinner for Jason and I like before. I scrubbed at the plate in my grasp until it was a crisp white like the others. I continued to hum and tapped my foot in boredom. A certain song had been stuck in my head all day after hearing it on the radio this morning. I huffed and grabbed another plate while thinking of the lyrics of the song in my head.

"Hold me close and hold me fast. This magic spell you cast, this is la vie en rose." I sung smoothly and quietly in the darkness of the kitchen.

'Life in pink' was the English translation of 'la vie en rose'. It was what I thought I'd have here with Jason.

A life in pink: through rose coloured glasses.

"When you kiss me, heaven sighs. And though I close my eyes, I see la vie en rose."

I set the clean plate on top of the other and turned around to open the cabinet. As I turned, I saw a certain child in the dark doorframe of the kitchen.

"Christ on the cross!" I clutched my heart as Jason's presence in the room had given me a fright. "Goodness, Jason. You frightened me, sorry." I laughed at my own outburst and relaxed my posture.

Jason hugged the teddybear I had given him close to his chest and shuffled into the kitchen. I approached him slowly and bent down to meet his height.

"What're you doing up, sweetie? I had just tucked you in before." I tilted my head like Jason usually did when he was confused.

"Scared." The little boy said quietly while staring down at the floor.

"Oh, honey. Why're you scared? There's nothing to be afraid of." I placed my hand on his shoulder.

"Sing for me?" Jason asked.

My cheeks flushed bright red. "Oh, that..." I looked away from the child. I dwelled on my thoughts before I turned my head back to meet his eyes. "Will you sleep if I do?" I asked. Jason nodded. "Well, come on then." I smirked down at him and took him by the hand upstairs.

I sat awkwardly on the edge of Jason's bed and fiddled with the handmade bracelet on my wrist.

"Hold me close and hold me fast..."

"Give your heart and soul to me, and life will always be la vie en rose."

Jason closed his mismatched eyes and cuddled his teddy bear close.

'Good night.' I mouthed, and continued down the stairs to finish the dishes.

I opened my teary eyes and gazed upon the motel window again. The sun was settling down more now and the pastel colours were morphing into darker hues. I jolted up from the bed importantly and started for the door.

If I start walking now, I'll be there before the sun sets fully. Then I can call a cab to get me at night.

I trotted down the lobby with a determined perk in my step. I was going to Camp Blood.

After a quick walk, I had found myself deep in the woods walking down a dirt road. It was easy to find and I kind of remembered anyway. Stars began to glimmer and shine in the colourful sky as the gentle clouds drifted about around them.

Wow, this place is so stunning—!

I was then greeted by the old, yellow wooden sign of Camp Crystal Lake. Somebody had spray painted CAMP BLOOD in red crudely over the once welcoming words. I shook my head and it all suddenly became very real again. This was not some fun adventure out in the fever dream woods. No, people were murdered, by my boss, because her son drowned here.

I just had to come at night. I couldn't of waited til tomorrow...

My heart practically threw up at the sight of the old dock by the lake. What he was pushed off of by sadistic children... where Pamela and I cried over him. I shuffled closer to the dock until I was just a few metres away. Rotten cabins stood strong behind it, adorned with dust and rats and blood.

Oh, god. Ghosts didn't even enter my mind.

Skeptic or not, my head turned back to look at the old cabins, seeing whether I could spot the ghostly face of a teenage girl through the window or something. I whipped my head back to the dock before me, and a steady foot stepped onto it. I carefully walked along it until I realised it was far sturdier than I thought. I walked down more confidently until I was right at the edge, the murky lake water looking up at me in the night. I slowly moved my body down into a seated position. I kicked my legs back and forth like a child over the edge of the dock as I gazed upon the pine trees on the other side of the lake.

"Are you here, Jason?" I whispered to the air. "I'm back. It's been forever. Do you remember me?"

After a moment, I stood up and turned to walk back up the dock. I stared at my shoes in an effort to keep them from slipping through any of the cracks.

I lifted my head back up in the dark and let out a horrific shriek.

A man—a monster, stood mere feet away from me. The tall man wore denim overalls with a blue flannel and a sack over his head. He was wielding a bloody axe in his big hands menacingly with his gaze trained on me. The man stepped onto the dock and prepared to swing the axe at me.

"No!" I fell onto my butt and lifted my hand up in a weak form of defence.

The masked man held the axe over his head with a blue eye glaring down at me through the one eyehole in the sack.

This is it. I'm gonna die in the same place Jason and his mother did. It's fate. It's in my blood. This is Camp Blood.

There was no life in pink.

I screamed bloody murder as the axe swung down towards me. I cried out, but not in pain. Wait, what? I opened my eyes to see that the man had missed and the weapon was lodged into a wooden plank next to me. I sprung into action and scrambled to my feet. I prepared to jump off the dock, into the lake and swim to safety, or at least drown trying. But the man grabbed the back of my shirt and ripped me back roughly.

"Let me go!" I screeched.

The killer had let go of his axe instead and gripped my wrist tightly in his hand. I whimpered at the pressure around my wrist and tried to rip it out of his grasp. His thumb traced over the beaded bracelet Jason had made me. The man paused, us both silent as we stood on the dock with his hand pretty much strangling my poor wrist.

He finally looked back up at me, his blue eye eerily familiar now that I had gotten a better look at it. I didn't say anything or move as he peered into my soul. All I could do was stand there, shaking wildly in his hold. The man quickly let go of my wrist and I gasped like it was actually my throat he was gripping onto. I examined the bruised flesh before getting ready to run or punch or—!

The man pushed up the sleeve of his flannel to reveal a worn bracelet that read JASON, that I myself had carved into the beads.