Hi there, I'm Chris. Let me tell you of the horrible massacre at Higgins Haven. I remember it so clearly in my mind like it happened yesterday.
So one summer, I decided that I would take a few of my friends over to my parents' place, Higgins Haven. Debbie (who was pregnant, her boyfriend Andy, Chili and Chuck, Shelly, and Vera who we picked up from her house. On the way there, we saw an ambulance taking away two bodies away from a little convenience store. I was a bit worried, but Debbie wouldn't let my imagination run away with me. When we got there, my friends went right away to the lake to have a little fun. I wanted to go inside and look around for a while, to the home I hadn't been in for a time. My boyfriend Rick was already there. Things weren't really working out, so I told him that I wanted to take things more slowly. And thankfully he understood. We weren't there for very long until trouble came. Shelly and Vera ran into a little trouble with a biker gang at the store and they wrecked Rick's car. Rick was having second thoughts, but I convinced him to stay. I wish I hadn't.
Things were going well as the day passed. Debbie and I got to have a little talk together, everyone was having fun, and I think all of my friends bonded with each other a little more, especially with Vera. We hadn't known Vera before, it was just Andy who got a date for Shelly. But Shelly thought the only way to get Vera's attention was to be his "jokester" self. So he played a few pranks on people, and it started to annoy everyone, including me. But otherwise, I think him and Vera got to like each other in the end, or at least I like to think.
Soon it became evening, and that's when Rick and I went out for a little walk. We took a rest on some rocks out in the woods and we talked.. about stuff. He told me about his problems "getting" to me. And I told him about the terrible incident I had two years earlier. Rick and I were on a date, and when I arrived home it was very late. But I didn't care I was just having so much fun. Then my parents got angry with me and started cursing. My mother hit me - it was the first time she had ever done that. So I thought I would run away to the woods, at least until they would start feeling guilty as I thought they would. So when I was there I fell asleep by a tree. After a while I heard a noise, and I turned around and there was this awfully deformed thing! I think it was a human, but I couldn't tell. It was just so scary. He grabbed me and I struggled to get away. And all I remember is that I eventually woke up in my own bed. My parents refused ever to talk about it. They act as if it never happened. But it did.
When I was done telling my tale, we discovered that the car had broken down. So we had to walk all the way back. But what I discovered would be the most traumatizing thing that would ever happen to me. I noticed that something unusual was going on, someone left the stove on and the popcorn was burnt. Water leaked from the second floor. There was bloody clothes in the tub. Then I saw a body hanging from a tree. I ran inside and Rick'sbody was thrown through the windown. His eyes were gone. It was the most terrible sight. And I saw Debbie too with a knife in her back. I felt so scared and hurt inside. She was my best friend. And it was all done by the hand of a man in a hockey mask.
There was a long chase that eventually led to the barn. I managed to knock him out with a shovel and hang him from the top floor. But it was not over. He took the rope off his neck as I watched in utter disbelief. And as he took off his mask, I discovered, to my horror, that the man behind it was the same thing that attacked me two years before! He came closer and closer still. And a man that looked beaten up came from nowhere, and fought him, but the masked killer chopped his hand off and butchered him more. That was my chance, I took an axe and whacked it with all my strength on his head. He took a few steps but fell. Dead. Finally.
Exhausted and still in shock from this predicament, I went onto a canoe and let myself fall asleep. The next morning, I woke up and everything was startling me. An innocent piece of floating driftwod, a diving bird. Then I saw the deformed face staring and smiling at me from the window. It couldn't be..., I thought, he can't be alive still, as I tried to put everything into focus in my mind. Then he came running at me. I screamed and tried to paddle away. Next thing I knew it, he was gone. Just disppeared into thin air. I looked around in awe, but suddenly a lady jumped out of the water and pulled me under. Was it just a dream?
All I remember is that next, the police came and took me. They drove me away in the car, and I have to say I wasn't exactly mentally well. But now, after years of help, I think I'm just beginning to become stable. I'm moving on with my life now. But there is not one day that I can look out the window and not think about my friends. And that horrible masked man. I know he's still out there, alive and well, thirsty for revenge, and the blood of unknowing teens...
Don't go to Camp Crystal Lake!
