The Nightmare at Camp Blood Continues

This summer, the gloom return to Camp Crystal Lake as Jason Voorhees, the reanimated killer, returns from his watery grave. After years of calm, the massacre starts anew, leaving a trail of terror in its wake. Victims fall prey to Jason's cruelty, their screams echoing through the woods like a death knell.

Will any of these campers make it out alive?
Or will Camp Blood run red once and for all?

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

The whispers have begun once again. A chill seeps down your spine as the darkness deepens. He is back, 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 reveal.

The Ultimate Friday

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

Be careful a hilarious ride filled with murdering

Will anyone make it alive? 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.

The Thirteenth Always Strikes

They say a thirteenth always attracts bad luck. People are cognizant of this, and attempt to stay clear of any ill-fated events that may take place. But occasionally, fate has something else in store. Perhaps, that is all just a superstition.

But what about those who believe|those that adhere to this|the ones who trust this tradition?
What are their thoughts when the thirteenth day rolls in?

Do they feel a sense of dread? Or {are they immune to its influence?

Fear your Mask

Beneath the surface, a chilling truth lurks. The mask we wear, bothphysical, is more than just a disguise. It's a window reflecting our deepest fears. We hide our vulnerabilities beneath its cold surface, becoming something different to ourselves. But what if mask starts to shape us? What if the line between reality and performance begins to fade? Then, true fear sets in.

Rumors start. A feeling that something is amiss.
Faces start to transform.
We become unrecognizable to those we know.

Peel back the layers. The truth is buried beneath.