This summer, the shadows return to Camp Crystal Lake as Jason Voorhees, the reanimated killer, rises once more from his watery grave. After years of peace, the bloodshed starts anew, leaving a trail of terror in its path. Victims desperate tosurvive to Jason's savagery, their screams echoing through the forest like a death check here knell.

• 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 runs down your spine as the darkness deepens. He has returned, 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.

The Ultimate Friday

Back from the underworld, the machete-wielding slasher is back for another go in "Jason Lives". This time around, Jason's risen to terrorize a small town full of unsuspecting victims. The fun starts when a group of kids accidentally resurrect Jason from his watery tomb. With their careless actions, they unleash chaos upon the unsuspecting town.

• Watch out for a gory ride filled with killing

Will anyone escape Jason's wrath? You'll have to watch "Jason Lives" to find out!

Camp Blood Massacre

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.

This Thirteenth Always Strikes

They say the thirteenth frequently attracts bad luck. Many individuals are aware of this, and attempt to stay clear of any ill-fated events which could happen. But rarely, fate has a different plan. Possibly, it's all just a superstition.

• But what about those who believe|those that adhere to this|the ones who trust this tradition?
• What's their perspective when the thirteenth day rolls in?

Do they experience apprehension? Or {are theyunfazed by its power?

Fear a Mask

Beneath the surface, a chilling truth lurks. The mask we wear, bothsymbolic, is more than just an appearance. It's a mirror reflecting our deepest fears. We embrace our vulnerabilities beneath its cold veil, becoming something unknowable to ourselves. But when the mask starts to shape us? What if the line between reality and pretense begins to fade? Then, true horror sets in.

• The whispers start. A shift that something is amiss.
• Eyes start to change.
• We become strangers to those we love.

Confront your fear. The truth is buried beneath.