This summer, the shadows return to Camp Crystal Lake as Jason Voorhees, the reanimated killer, returns from his watery grave. After years of calm, the bloodshed starts anew, leaving a trail of terror in its wake. Victims fall prey to Jason's savagery, their screams echoing through the trees like a chilling lullaby.

• Will any of these campers escape Jason's wrath?
• 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 crawls down your spine as the darkness deepens. He is back, his eyes burning with an insatiable hunger. Dozens 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.

The Ultimate Friday

Back from the underworld, 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 movie starts when a group of kids accidentally raise Jason from his watery resting place. With their careless actions, they unleash chaos upon the unsuspecting town.

• Watch out for a gory ride filled with killing

Will anyone make it alive? You'll have to watch "Jason Lives" to find out!

The Killer's Playground

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 the thirteenth constantly summons bad luck. People are cognizant of this, and make to avoid any harmful events that might occur. But rarely, fate has something else in store. Maybe, this is all just a superstition.

• But what about those who believe|those that adhere to this|the ones who trust this tradition?
• How do they feel when the thirteenth day rolls in?

Do they feel a sense of dread? Or {are theyunaffected by its presence?

Fear your Mask

Beneath the surface, a chilling truth lurks. The mask we wear, bothphysical, is more than just a disguise. It's a prison reflecting our deepest desires. We embrace our vulnerabilities beneath its cold veil, becoming something alien to ourselves. But when the mask starts to shape us? What if the separation between reality and illusion begins to dissolve? Then, true fear sets in.

• Rumors start. A feeling that something is wrong.
• Eyes start to transform.
• We become strangers to those we love.

Confront your fear. The truth is more terrifying.