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 layer 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 the feeling of being watched never left me.

Main Body: As I walked down the deserted street, I noticed a figure in the distance. It was a tall, menacing figure wearing a hockey mask. My heart raced as I realized who it was - Jason Voorhees. I had heard the stories of his brutal killings, but I never thought I would come face to face with him.

I tried to run, but my legs felt like lead. Jason was getting closer, and I could hear his heavy breathing. I turned around and saw his machete glinting in the moonlight. I knew I had to fight for my life.

I grabbed a nearby stick and swung it at him, but he easily dodged it. He lunged at me with his machete, and I narrowly avoided it. I could feel the wind from the blade as it whizzed past my face.

I continued to fight, but Jason was too strong. He knocked the stick out of my hand and grabbed me by the throat. I could feel his cold, lifeless grip tightening around my neck. I gasped for air as I struggled to break free.

Ending: Just when I thought it was all over, a group of teenagers appeared out of nowhere. They had heard the commotion and came to investigate. They distracted Jason long enough for me to escape.

I stumbled away, gasping for air and covered in blood. I knew I had narrowly escaped death, but the memory of that night would haunt me forever. I never forgot the feeling of Jason’s cold grip around my neck, and I knew that I would never be the same again.