Waking up with a pounding headache, Jayson looks around his room and doesn't recall what he did the night before. Rubbing his eye lids, he leaves his bed and walks toward the bathroom to splash some water on his face.
He turns on the bathroom light and is startled at seeing the dark circles under his eyes when he looks in the mirror. Turning on the faucet, he goes to reach for the soap and notices dry blood on his fingers and checks to see if he has any cuts on his flesh.
As he washes the blood from his hands, he tries to recall the events of last night and finds his mind drawing a blank. He splashes the cold water on his face before he turns the water off and walks toward the kitchen to put on some coffee.
Walking down the hallway to the kitchen, he trips over a hockey mask and wonders to himself where that came from. He had no recollection of ever owning one, and just than he flashes to a memory of wearing a hockey mask the night before. He than figures he must have done some role playing the night before, he continues onto the kitchen with coffee on his mind.
Entering the kitchen, he hears a sound from behind and dismisses it figuring it's just the apartment building settling before he gets a Keurig cup from the cupboard. As he turns around, he is greeted by a man in the hockey mask. Before he can react, he feels a sharp pain in his stomach as a knife breaks into his flesh.
Gasping for breath, he realizes that it's Friday the 13th and enters a sort of dream like state as the knife continues entering and exiting his body. Falling to the ground, the world around him darkens as he takes a final break before starting the next phase.
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