I Almost Died at Camp Blood

## I Almost Died at Camp Blood by Scared Senseless TV

(Jason Voorhees was created by Victor Miller/Sean S. Cunningham.)

I've always had a fascination with true crime. I don't know why, but from a very young age, I've been obsessed with serial killers and everything that surrounds them. I was picked on at school and called a freak for my true crime fandom. My parents tried being supportive but even they thought it was very odd. Still, I didn't really care what anyone else thought, which in the long run was a positive part of my personality. Trying to understand the minds of killers such as Charles Lee Ray, Michael Myers and Fred Krueger was something that I truly found fascinating. How can a human being get to the point where they actually want to end another person's life? As much as I hated the kids that made my life hell in school, I wouldn't want any actual harm to come to them.

A documentary that I watched over and over again back in the day was "Camp Blood: The Crystal Lake Murders". Pamela Voorhees murdered numerous teenagers in 1979 at Camp Crystal Lake. Her deformed son Jason was thought to have drowned in the lake, but it was later discovered that he somehow survived and hid in the woods. After the death of Pamela Voorhees, Jason began killing as well. Officially, Jason died in 1984, yet the killings continued in Crystal Lake. Some of the people that resided in Wessex County claimed that Jason was still the one responsible. As I got older, I didn't really buy into the whole Jason theory. There was no actual proof to back up those claims or that Jason was even alive.

Back in the summer of 1990 me and my girlfriend Rose made the trip to New Jersey to visit my twin brother Neil. We were both turning 25 soon, so I thought I'd go and surprise him. I hadn't seen him in a while, so I was really looking forward to catching up. On the way there I'd be passing Camp Crystal Lake and there was no way that I was gonna pass up the opportunity to see the camp in person. So, I told Rose about it, and she loved the idea. Rose was also a big true crime nerd, which is what attracted me to her in the first place. She and I were both excited about seeing the infamous Camp Blood up close and personal, maybe even more so than visiting my brother.

As we drove up to the main gate of the camp on that scorching hot summer's day, I noticed there was a big "do not enter" sign right in front of it me and Rose just looked at each other with smiles on our faces, knowing full well what we were going to do next. Rose and I both got out of the car and climbed over the gate and started walking up the trail. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but the possibility of getting caught added to the excitement of it all. After a few minutes of walking through the forest, which kind of made me feel uneasy. I saw the titular lake not too far ahead in the distance. I tapped Rose on the shoulder and pointed in that direction. A raging excitement appeared on her face.

Not too long after, I could make out what looked like cabins on my right. Finally, after years of dreaming of this, I was standing in Crystal Lake. it felt so weird, but so amazing at the same time. When we finally made it to camp, Rose immediately went over to check out the abandoned cabins. I, however, just stood there, staring out into the lake, thinking that this was the best day ever. Little did I know that it would be the exact opposite. As I looked up from the lake, I could have sworn that I saw somebody standing on the other side. I wasn't 100 sure but it definitely looked like a person from where I was standing. At that very moment, I heard Rose scream from inside the first cabin on the right.

I ran over to the cabin and burst through the old wooden door. Rose stood in the corner, looking absolutely horrified. I asked what was wrong and she pointed over to the bed. I looked. but couldn't see anything then. I glanced for a second time and saw a real human finger under the bed. It looked fresh, which likely meant it had only been there for a few days. I grabbed Rose by the arm and asked if she was alright. She looked at me with heavy fear in her eyes and said that she didn't want to be there anymore. Just as she said that, a rock came flying through the cabin window, shattering glass everywhere as Rose shivered in terror in one of the bands. I stood up and slowly walked over to the window.

When I looked out of it, I couldn't see anybody at first, but then I saw him. A man stood exactly where I was standing just a few minutes prior: near the lake. He was a huge man wearing a hockey mask, the exact description of Jason Voorhees. He just stood there, staring right at the cabin Rose and I were in. I looked over at Rose and told her that there was someone out there, and he didn't look friendly. When I looked back, the man was gone. At that moment, I wanted to take off running back to my car, but I didn't know where this man was or what he was capable of. So, I suggested to Rose that we should stay in the cabin for a little while until it was clear that the man had left. Rose reluctantly agreed. An hour went by, and it was almost completely dark outside. I got up out of my crouch position and went to check if there was any sign of the man, but there was nothing.

Rose looked at me and asked if I thought it was the real Jason. I rolled my eyes at her and said that it was probably just some weirdo trying to scare people for his own sick pleasure. I put my hand on Rose's shoulder and said we should probably try making our way back to the car now. Just as those words left my mouth, I began to smell something. It smelt like... gasoline. Within seconds, the back of the cabin became engulfed in flames. Me and Rose quickly took off running out the cabin door. My adrenaline had taken over and I was running as fast as I could, as was Rose. Halfway to my car, I could hear something behind me. It sounded like someone or something running so I quickly looked behind me and what I saw almost gave me a heart attack.

The man in the hockey mask was charging right towards Rose. He was holding something in his right hand, but I couldn't quite make out what it was. Maybe a machete? I couldn't be certain. I screamed at Rose to run faster and to not look back. She did look back however and realized that we were literally running for our lives. We both finally made it to the car, and what a relief it was. I looked back at where we had just run from, but there was no sign of the man. We got in the car, locking the doors behind us. Then I put the key in the ignition and tried to start the car, but it wouldn't cooperate. I tried it a second time and it still wouldn't start. I took a deep breath and tried a third and final time. The car practically came to life. I looked over at Rose and told her that everything was going to be okay as I put my foot on the gas and prepared to get the hell out of there. Standing at the driver's side of the car was the deranged man in the hockey mask.

Rose was frozen in fear. Jason was just standing there, staring right at us. Then he drove his fist right through the driver's door window. At this point I don't remember a whole lot. All I do remember is being covered in glass and faint screams coming from the distance. I must have been going in and out of consciousness. I woke up the next morning dazed and confused. When I looked over at the passenger's seat, Rose was gone. I got out of the car and called her name but got no response. I thought about running back up to the cabins to look for Rose but decided it was too risky. So, I got back in my car and drove to the nearest town. I stopped at a local diner asked the woman working behind the counter to alert the sheriff's department. She did that and the police arrived within minutes. I told them everything and a search was launched for Rose later that day.

It's been 30 years, and to this day Rose has never been found. Not a single trace of her was ever located. At first, me and Rose's family remained hopeful that she would eventually be found. But as the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months, that very hope we held onto so tightly, faded into obscurity. The legend of Jason Voorhees grew even greater after this occurrence. If I could go back in time and change things, I would. But I can't. Rose's death has weighed heavily on my conscience for the last 30 years and will continue to do so until the day I take my last breath.

There's something truly evil residing at Camp Crystal Lake. I just hope that one day somebody has the common sense to burn that place to the ground.