As I walked through the dark and eerie woods, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was watching me. The moon was full and bright, casting an eerie glow on the trees around me. I had heard the stories about Friday the 13th and the infamous killer, Jason, but I never thought I would find myself in the middle of one of his killing sprees.

Suddenly, I heard a twig snap behind me. I spun around, but there was nothing there. I tried to shake off the feeling of dread that was creeping up my spine, but it was no use. I knew that I was being hunted.

I quickened my pace, but it was too late. I felt a sharp pain in my back, and I stumbled forward. I turned around to see Jason standing behind me, his machete dripping with blood. I tried to run, but he was too fast. He caught up to me and swung his weapon, narrowly missing my head.

I stumbled and fell to the ground, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew that I was going to die, but I refused to go down without a fight. I grabbed a nearby branch and swung it at Jason, hitting him in the face. He stumbled back, giving me enough time to get to my feet and run.

I ran as fast as I could, but I could hear Jason’s footsteps behind me. I knew that he was getting closer, and I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. I turned around and swung my branch again, but he caught it and snapped it in half.

I was defenseless now, and I knew that it was only a matter of time before he caught me. I closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable, but it never came. When I opened my eyes, Jason was gone.

I stumbled out of the woods and into the street, covered in blood and shaking with fear. I knew that I had narrowly escaped death, but I also knew that Jason was still out there, waiting for his next victim. And I knew that it was only a matter of time before he found me again.

As I walked home, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched. I knew that Jason was out there, lurking in the shadows, waiting for his next victim. And I knew that I would never be safe again.