This summer, the darkness return to Camp Crystal Lake as Jason Voorhees, the undying killer, rises once more from his watery grave. After years of silence, the massacre starts anew, leaving a trail of terror in its path. Victims fall prey to Jason's brutality, their screams echoing through the woods like a horrifying symphony.

• Will any of these campers survive?
• Or will Camp Blood run red again?

He's Back for More Souls

The whispers have begun once again. A chill crawls down your spine as the darkness deepens. He is back, his eyes burning with an insatiable hunger. Hundreds of souls await their fate, and he stands ready to collect them all. His scythe gleams in the moonlight, a chilling promise of what awaits.

• Will you survive the night?
• Or will you become another soul claimed by the darkness?

Only time will tell.

Friday the 13th Part VI: Jason Lives!

Back from the read more grave, the machete-wielding monster is back for another go in "Jason Lives". This time around, Jason's risen to terrorize a small town full of unsuspecting campers. The bloodshed starts when a group of kids accidentally bring back Jason from his watery tomb. With their careless actions, they unleash destruction upon the unsuspecting town.

• Beware a entertaining ride filled with killing

Will anyone survive? You'll have to watch "Jason Lives" to find out!

The Killer's Playground

Deep in the heart of the woods/forest/timberlands, a legend began/unfolded/took root. Every summer/Once a year/During the long, hot months, teenagers/campers/kids flocked to Crystal Lake/Camp Blood/That Cursed Place. They came for fun/adventure/a taste of freedom, unaware/blissfully ignorant/completely clueless of the darkness lurking/the evil that awaited them/the terror that would soon consume them.

Jason Voorhees/The Masked Maniac/The Shape roamed the campgrounds/, his thirst for blood unquenchable/a silent, unstoppable force/driven by a rage only he understood. Victims/Campers/Counselors met their demise in brutal/gruesome/horrific ways, their screams lost in the night/echoing through the trees/forever silenced.

• Bloodshed/Chaos/Carnage became a yearly tradition/the norm/an inescapable reality at Crystal Lake.
• Survivors/The lucky few/The chosen ones escaped to tell their tales, spreading fear/seeding paranoia/forever haunted by the memories.
• Hope for peace/A chance at redemption/An end to the terror seemed a distant dream/impossible/lost in the darkness of Crystal Lake.

The Thirteenth Always Strikes

They say the thirteenth frequently summons trouble. Some folks are aware of this, and make to steer clear any unlucky events that may take place. But sometimes, fate has a different plan. Possibly, it's all merely a myth.

• But what about those who believe|those that adhere to this|the ones who trust this tradition?
• How do they feel when the thirteenth day arrives?

Do they get a chill down their spine? Or {are they immune to its influence?

Fear your Mask

Beneath the surface, a chilling truth lurks. The mask we wear, bothliteral, is more than just a facade. It's a prison reflecting our deepest fears. We hide our vulnerabilities beneath its cold veil, becoming something different to ourselves. But as we mask starts to shape us? What if the separation between reality and pretense begins to fade? Then, true terror sets in.

• Suspicions start. A feeling that something is out of place.
• Mirrors start to transform.
• We become unrecognizable to those we trust.

Confront your fear. The truth is stranger than fiction.