Introduction:

I never believed in superstitions until that fateful Friday night. The air was thick with an eerie silence, and the moon was hidden behind a thick blanket of clouds. I was walking home from a late-night shift at the diner when I heard a rustling in the bushes. I turned around, but there was no one there. I shrugged it off and continued walking, but my heart was pounding in my chest. Little did I know that this was just the beginning of a nightmarish encounter with the infamous Jason Voorhees.

Main Body:

As I walked down the deserted street, I felt a chill run down my spine. Suddenly, I heard a blood-curdling scream coming from a nearby alleyway. I hesitated for a moment, but my curiosity got the better of me, and I cautiously approached the alley. What I saw next made my blood run cold. There was a young couple lying on the ground, their bodies mutilated beyond recognition. I stumbled back in horror, but before I could react, I felt a sharp pain in my back. I turned around to see a towering figure dressed in a hockey mask and wielding a machete. It was Jason Voorhees.

I tried to run, but he was too fast. He chased me through the dark streets, his heavy footsteps echoing in my ears. I could feel his breath on my neck, and I knew that I was running out of time. I stumbled and fell, and he loomed over me, his machete raised high. I closed my eyes, waiting for the final blow, but it never came. When I opened my eyes, he was gone.

Ending:

I stumbled back to my apartment, my clothes soaked in blood. I knew that I had narrowly escaped death, but the memory of that night would haunt me forever. I never spoke of what happened to anyone, but I knew that Jason Voorhees was still out there, waiting for his next victim. From that day on, I never walked alone at night, and I always made sure to avoid the woods. I knew that I had been lucky to survive, but I also knew that I would never forget the terror of that Friday the 13th.