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"There's a legend around here. A killer buried, but not dead. A curse on Crystal Lake, a death curse. Jason Voorhees curse. They say he died as a boy, but he keeps coming back. Few have seen him and lived. Some have even tried to stop him... No one can. People forget he's down there, waiting..." the TV set hummed in the night. Sandra sat in front of it, waiting for the events of Friday the 13th: Part 7, when suddenly she heard a knock. The door opened and her mother peeked inside.
“Sandra, dear, do you know what time it is?”
“I know, mum, I was already going to bed,” Sandra said.
“Well, do it then,” mother said. “You have to get up early for studies, so please, do me a favor and go to sleep right now.” Saying this, Mrs. Wilkins closed the door and returned to her own bedroom.
Sandra sighed and turned off the TV set, looking at the clock in her phone. It showed thirty minutes after midnight, but she did not really feel sleepy. Watching horror movies was her favorite pastime at nights. She was always aware of all the news in horror movie sphere and has already lost the count of how many movies she has seen already. With a bit sorrow in her heart, Sandra had to admit that the further, the worse products come out in the light. Of course, there were several good things that were included in her collection of favorites, but there weren’t that many. This was the reason for her preferring the good old classics. And her number one favorite was Friday the 13th. Sandra loved the whole franchise, but at the same time agreed with many critics about most of this franchise’s movies being not that good at all. Of course, comparing to the newer films, the old slashers looked pretty cheap, but it failed to kill her love for them. Sandra couldn’t explain even to herself her strange fascination with the main antagonist of Friday the 13th, Jason Voorhees. Every time she saw a day that happened to be Friday the 13th in the calendar, her thoughts momentarily were about him, and she called them “days of Jason Voorhees”, although she herself wasn’t superstitious and didn’t believe in such things like black cats or that going under the ladder brings bad luck. The same could be said about Friday the 13th. That was absolutely normal day, just like any other, and to Sandra, the fear of it seemed totally irrational. She and a few of her friends loved to freak each other out on this day by watching one or two movies of the franchise and telling fictional stories, based on Jason’s legend. And it was a good basis. As far as Sandra remembered, Jason is pretty much the only horror movie character that has his own full legend. It could be well told by the campfire despite being just a movie legend. But it was more than enough for good fun of giving creeps to her friends and herself. Often she found herself even believing that every Friday the 13th Jason Voorhees rises from the lake and goes searching for victims, but then quickly dismissed it as silly, fictional story and laughed at her own thoughts.
Sandra sat on her bed, removing the annoying locks of her auburn hair from her face and stuck them behind her ears, yawning. It was sometimes unbearable to be in a situation like that when you are somewhat sleepy and know that you have to wake up early the next morning, but at the same time energy puffed and puffed out of her. It’s like being between the two fires. It was May now, and luckily, the studies in college would be over in June, and that meant freedom till the fall. That made Sandra happy, at least then she could do whatever she pleased without worrying about getting up early and thus not getting enough sleep at night.
Surprisingly enough, Sandra slept well despite seeing dreams about Camp Crystal Lake and Jason Voorhees. Others would consider such dreams to be nightmares, but Sandra was already used to them and they did not frighten her. It was only normal for her to see something like that, considering her obsession with horror movies, especially with Friday the 13th. The morning passed as usual, repeating the same ritual every day – out of bed, dressing up, breakfast, teeth washing, and leaving home for college. This bored Sandra a lot, and the horror movies she watched served as a second life-supporting system. But May ended fast, although sometimes it seemed that whole eternity has passed, and the first day of June has finally come. Saying goodbye to the college till the fall, Sandra and her two best friends, Laurie and Debbie, walked slowly along the pavement until finally they stopped at a café for some ice cream, as the weather was nearly as hot as in Sahara desert.
“So, Sandra, any plans for nearest days?” Debbie asked.
“No, no plans yet,” Sandra replied. “You know, I don’t usually make plans in advance. If me and my mom decide to go somewhere, in most cases it’s a spontaneous decision.” She looked at both her friends who exchanged glances, and their lips stretched in a sly grin. “Come on, girls, I can see that you want to tell me something. Confess what you are up to.”
Debbie and Laurie looked at each other again and then Laurie spoke:
“You sure haven’t forgotten that this year, in June, is Friday the 13th?”
“Yes, of course, how can I forget?” Sandra smiled. “And an interesting coincidence that the 13th of June, which is the birthday of Jason Voorhees, happens to be on Friday. And that is his exact birth date – Friday, June 13th.”