So we know by now what happened in Crystal Lake eight years prior to Sarah coming back to visit her bapcia for the summer. We know she has a fragile relationship with Travis and a budding relationship with Tyh. She learns of the devastating attack that Pamela Voorhees committed eight years prior and of the death of her childhood friend, Melinda.
Dan Dubois and Dana Roy were just about to get cozy when something interrupted them, prompting Dan to leave and Dana to investigate, leading to her untimely death.
Sarah and Tyh have gotten jobs working at the newly re-opened Camp Crystal Lake. Sarah meets some of Tyh's friends, Jessica Paquette and her boyfriend Jacob Tibbett, who later come face to face with death.
The main couple's relationship gets stronger and they are anxiosuly awaiting the party to begin later that night. They have supper with Bapcia before heading out to the party at Camp Crystal Lake to celebrate the opening and to get better acquanited with the rest of the counselors.
They meet up with Dan Dubois and Liane Labrie by the hiking trail where the foursome splits up, leaving Liane to trek the trail alone. While the other three are busy canoeing to the Camp, Liane is hunted down and murdered by Jason Voorhees.
Before the trio have a chance to dock at the beach camp, Michael O'Shay and his girlfriend, Sandra Clarke, are fatally attacked by psychopath Jason Voorhees. The trio finally arrive at the beach and are ready to party with their friends and Tyh is anticipating presenting Sarah to his friends.
They mingle togheter around the bonfire, Sarah getting better acquainted with some of Tyh's friends and realise some are nicer then others. As the night grows and the teens get intoxicated they slowly start to seperate. Kevin and Meredith head towards their cabin. We learn that Meredith is cheating on her boyfriend with different people. The rain has started to fall and the teens are getting restless.
While Yasmina and Patrick head to their cabin, Meredith and Kevin are ruthlessly murdered by Jason Voorhees. Dan, Sarah, and Tyh start a game of cards that quickly turn to a more heated session between the later two. They ask Dan to give them a moment alone leading to Dan's murder.
Yasmina and Patrick return from their cabin. Yasmina was sleeping but Patrick continued his murder spree and we eventually learn of his true origin. However, the remaining trio are unaware of Patrick's dark secret.
This is what transpired:
Into the Corner
“And then Mr. Lange pulled you out of class” Yasmina laughed. Tyh
remembered that incident quite clearly. He had never laughed as hard as he
had that day. Mr. Lange had it coming, though; he very much liked taunting
the students and Tyh had decided that pulling off the teacher’s toupee was
a just punishment. He had merited detention for that little stunt.
“Still not as bad as when you and Dana had the catfight outside. Now that
was intense.” Tyh added, scooping up a handful of barbeque chips.
“That bitch asked for it. She was all over my Patrick. Whore!” Yasmina
spat out, stealing a gulp from Sarah’s beer.
“You can have it, it tastes nasty.” Sarah said, lifting her right leg up
on the chair and resting her chin on her knee. “I don’t remember going to
school with Dana”
“You didn’t, she moved here afterwards; most have. A lot of families moved
away after the murders. Not many new families moved in since.” Tyh added.
He cracked open a new beer and changed the frequency. The music was
getting tiresome. He finally settled on a hard-rock channel and “I don’t
care” by Apocalyptica was blaring in the background.
The humid air was creeping inside the cabin and the rain had finally
settled to a milder shower. Their clothes stuck to their skin. The Arab
girl removed her shirt and Sarah did the same. Both were sporting matching
“Don’t we have great taste” Yasmina giggled. She had somewhat sobered up
before coming back but the beer only made the drunk in her resurface. She
slurred her words and spun where she sat.
“We do. And you should be drinking water.” Sarah replied, grabbing the
beer from Yasmina. She emptied it out in the sink and rejoined her
boyfriend at the table. She sat on his lap and gave him a kiss on the
“I should maybe go check up on Patrick” Yasmina blurted out, just as her
boyfriend walked inside the cabin.
“Couldn’t find your bottle” He said, looking past Yasmina at Tyh. “The
canoe is almost submerged; want to help me hang it on the rack?” He asked
“Sure. I’ll be right back” He added, kissing his girlfriend tenderly.
“I love you, Patrick” Yasmina whispered. Her boyfriend didn’t look back as
he left with Tyh. The later closed the door behind them. “What did I do
wrong, I don’t get it?” She asked herself, looking at Sarah through teary
The canoe was rocking on the water, knocking softly against the docks.
Lightning lit the darkened sky, showcasing the immense body of Crystal
Lake. The door to the boathouse was swinging wildly in the wind and the
trees were swaying to the beat of the storm. Tyh could barely hear himself
“So what do you think of Sarah” He found himself screaming.
“She’s ok.” He answered, walking steadily towards the canoe. Tyh noticed
he wasn’t behaving normally. It wasn’t like him to keep his answers
shorts. In the five years he knew him, Patrick had always been the
talkative type. Something wasn’t right.
“Are you feeling, alright?” Tyh asked.
Patrick just kept walking. He didn’t seem to even be paying attention; his
eyes blank, his pace neutral.
YOUR EMOTIONS ARE GUIDING YOU SON. HE IS A SINNER, THEY ALL ARE.
He is my friend, mother. He never hurt me. HE HURTS THE WORLD. HE HURTS
OUR GOD ABOVE. HOW DARE YOU QUESTION MOTHER?“Hey, Patrick, snap out of it” Tyh barked, grabbing his friend by the
shoulder and stopping him dead in his tracks. His gaze still lingered into
the void. His breathing had become a regulated hollow heaving. Somewhat
menacing, thought Tyh.
Kill him boy. Kill ‘em all.Patrick lunged out and smacked Tyh in the face with his elbow, knocking
his friend down. Tyh spat out blood and tried getting up. “What the fuck
are you doing?” The guy he thought he knew had just hit him and knocked
him down on the docks, made him bleed. Sarah. He was struggling to get to
his feet when Patrick kicked him in the chest and then in the head. Tyh
lolled on the docks, his head spinning and his insides churning with pain.
Sarah. He was just about to vomit when Patrick grabbed him by the collar
and dragged him to the end of the dock.
“You, out of all people” Patrick said, a laugh in his voice. “A sinner
hiding as a friend. Trying to corrupt me from the mission.” He continued
preaching. “I tried living a normal life, Tyh, I really did.”Tyh jerked,
struggling to break free from Patrick’s unusually strong grip. “You
“SHUT UP!” He yelled, grabbing Tyh by the mane. “Temptation and
manipulation will not work on me. I am above you sinner” And he dunked
Tyh’s head into the chilly waters of Crystal Lake. His body trashed about
as Patrick kept his head under water. Sarah. Tyh was blind. The water was
darker then hell and it was slowly invading his lungs. He coughed and
tried lifting his head to catch a breath but it did not happen. Sarah. He
felt himself drown, slowly and painfully.
Tyh wasn’t moving anymore, still and dead. Patrick lifted him out of the
water and dragged his body into the boathouse. He closed the door and lit
the kerosene lamp that was hanging on the wall. He looked at the jumpsuit
and the hockey mask and then thought of mother. THE NIGHT ISN'T OVER, BOY.
Krystyna was sitting on a bench, catching her breath. Her umbrella was
dancing in the wind, barely protecting her from the rain that blistered
the small town. She was frantically searching for her cellphone. She found
it in the bottom of her purse. She flipped it open and dialed the local
sheriff’s home number. He answered after the third ring. She cut him off.
“Sherriff Jones! He’s here. He’s in Crystal Lake.” She cried. She looked
about the road. Krystyna was still alone, illuminated by a streetlamp. The
town was asleep and Jason Voorhees had returned to finish what his mother
“Slow down, Krystyna. Who’s here? What’s going on? It’s two in the morning
“Jason Voorhees” Krystyna whispered, afraid of saying his name any louder
of fear it would attract him to her. “There are two bodies at the Corner
Café and one by the shore. It smells of Voorhees.”
“Are you sure? He disappeared –“
“Eight years ago, yes I know, Dean. Don’t you forget I once held power in
this town, sheriff. I know about his role in the murders, about how he
butchered his own sister.”
“You didn’t have power, Krystyna. You were married to the sheriff. And let
me remind you that I’m the sheriff now. I don’t know what you’re babbling
about or where you’re calling from, but you should head back to bed, Mrs.
Krystyna got off the bench and walked over to the Corner Café, the rain
bouncing off her umbrella. She looked down at the two girls that were
resting peacefully on the floor of the local shop. She was overwhelmed
with tears. “I’m standing in front of the bodies, Dean; Jessica Paquette
and Marley Kluke. My dziewczynka is at that camp, Dean.” She began crying
hysterically and crumbled on the steps of the Corner Café. Her umbrella
flew away in the wind.
“Stay where you are, I’m coming.”
Krystyna ended the call then dialed her granddaughter’s number. “Pick up,
pick up, pick up!”
Yasmina was rolling a joint and singing along to the song on the radio.
Sarah’s cellphone began ringing. Yasmina looked at the call display.
Bapcia. “Hey, white girl, some bapcia is calling you” She yelled. Sarah
jumped off the couch and ran to the table, grabbed her phone and swung it
“Hey bapcia, I was just about –“
“You’re okay…A safe…and stay…” The line was faltering and Sarah couldn’t
quite understand what her grand-mother was saying.
“You’re breaking up, I can’t hear you” Sarah said, smiling at Yasmina. She
mouthed something like clingy and grabbed the joint that Yasmina had
handed her. She took a puff and exhaled discreetly.
“Stay there…coming…something sharp to…” The line went dead. Sarah took a
deep hit of the joint and passed it back to her new friend. “I think she
said she was coming”
“What? Why would she come here?” Yasmina asked, inhaling deep puffs of
smoke. Her eyes squinted and she laughed. Sarah didn’t know why the sudden
outburst of laughter but soon she was giggling herself. “I can’t believe I
never smoked before tonight. Everything is so god-damn funny.”
The wind swooshed by the open windows and the door blew open, frightening
both girls off of their chair. Yasmina grabbed Sarah’s hand and gasped as
a tall masked man entered the cabin. Sarah backed away, locking eyes with
the guy behind the mask. Pure terror was emanating from his gaze and she
couldn’t help but to look away. She could feel her friend’s grip getting
“And who the fuck are you?” Yasmina asked, forcing herself to sound brave.
The guy in the jumpsuit just stood still and silent but his head tilted
slightly to the left. He clutched a machete that just came into view.
Sarah looked at Yasmina and cowered into the corner