Time passed and night fell over the still waters of Camp Crystal Lake, no birds, insects or animals stirred which was strange for usually a forest was filled with those sort of sounds. But not here. It was as though the living creatures knew that this place was cursed. Things had been fairly decent for some time since the last people had stumbled over the land and he had been content with the way things had gone and then his peace was disturbed.<br/><br/>Once more. By people who had no right to be here, people who cared nothing for this place and only sought to disturb him by yelling, pissing and fucking all over his precious forest and the cool still waters of Crystal Lake. They weren't invited here and Jason would make sure they never left again to tell the tale of how they defiled the woods and lake that had been peaceful and pure before they had come to ruin it all. Everyone was the same.<br/><br/>He would wait for night though until their vision was obscured and when night did fall he ventured out to take a look at those who dared trespass. Taking note of the tent and the empty cans of beer scattered around the area Jason passed through as he saw the silhouette of a male and a female on top of each other in the tent and he stepped on a tree branch intentionally. It made a loud cracking sound and would probably draw the attention of the two in the tent.<br/><br/>Then he disappeared into the woods surrounding the area as he waited and watched for one of the two to come out into the forest...