This summer, the gloom return to Camp Crystal Lake as Jason Voorhees, the reanimated killer, returns from his watery grave. After years of peace, 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 chilling lullaby.

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

He's Back for More Souls He Has Returned for More Souls

The whispers have begun once again. A chill crawls down your spine as the darkness deepens. He is back, his eyes here 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 show.

Friday the 13th Part VI: Jason Lives!

Back from the underworld, the machete-wielding slasher is back for another go in "Jason Lives". This time around, Jason's comeback 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 chaos upon the unsuspecting town.

• Beware a hilarious ride filled with killing

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

Crystal Lake Terror

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 that thirteenth constantly summons misfortune. Many individuals are cognizant of this, and try to stay clear of any ill-fated events which could happen. But sometimes, fate has another agenda. 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 they immune to its influence?

Fear a Mask

Beneath the surface, a chilling truth lurks. The mask we wear, bothphysical, is more than just a facade. It's a window reflecting our deepest secrets. We hide our vulnerabilities beneath its cold veil, becoming something unknowable to ourselves. But what if mask starts to turn on us? What if the line between reality and pretense begins to fade? Then, true terror sets in.

• Rumors start. A presence that something is out of place.
• Faces start to change.
• We become unrecognizable to those we trust.

Dare to look. The truth is more terrifying.