Snippet #1478410

Mitchel Carter exits his car, parked in one of the many grassy clearings the camp utilized as parking spaces. His backpack slung over his shoulder, he smiles as he makes his way over to a small gathering of new arrivals. So here he was. Camp Crystal Lake. Famed for the continuous strings of mysterious killings that seemed to plague the summer camp without pause. Here was the supposed dwelling-grounds of the mysterious masked killer, Jason Voorhees.

Not that Mitchel believed much of it, or anything 'supernatural' for that matter. Jason was as mythical and unreal as Camp Crystal Lake's previously spotless reputation. Whoever had been the cause of the murders here, they had shut down the camp on more then one occasion.

Mitchel raises a hand as he greets the other people, "Hey guys. You all here as counselors too?"