PROLOGUE
August 29, 1958
3:07am
Pamela Voorhees watched from the edge of the water as her brother, who was standing up to his knees in the lake, held a silver chalice over his head and chanted.
“Ancient Ones, masters of darkness, hear my pleas.” He chanted. “Nanna, Cythulu, Azagthoth, Lammashta, show this unfortunate woman that you are greater than the god who has betrayed her. Bring back that which has been taken from her. I ask this with the offering of the blood of vengeance.” Then he tipped the chalice and dumped its deep red contents into the water.
Overhead, clouds covered the moon. Then, a column of light shot down from the clouds into the lake just beyond the buoy. The water around the spot started to boil. Then, as fast as it came the column reversed itself and retreated into the clouds again.
Then, all was silent. Pamela noticed that even the crickets had stopped their strumming.
Pamela stood breathless and waited. She looked over at her brother, but he remained motionless with his back to her.
Then, she saw a shape bob up from under the water and start to move toward the shore. She couldn’t see it clearly, but she knew what it had to be. “Jason…” she said aloud, her eyes tearing.
Soon the figure swam within twenty feet of the shore and Pamela could make out the darkened shape of a head bobbing in the water, but it was still too dark to see it clearly.
Finally, the figure stopped bobbing and looked to be walking, the water hitting it just below the shoulders.
“Oh, Jason.” Pamela said, excitedly. “Oh, I’ve missed you. Come to mommy.”
It was at that moment the clouds cleared the moon and the lake was bathed in moonlight. And Pamela Voorhees let out a scream when she saw the bloated abomination that was stumbling out of the water towards her.