[ WP ] You are in a Movie Genre , everyone else is in a different Movie Genre .

A beat up chevy pulls into my driveway as i prepare myself for what could happen this weekend. The nature side of me has always wanted to go camping. I mentioned it to my friends a few times, but way before I came to terms with what my, and only my life is. I always had the feeling I was being watched. When I would close my eyes and try to sleep, when i stepped into the shower- every second the hot water ran down my face I was afraid to shut my eyes in fear of what I would see when I opened them. Fortunately, no one, no thing ever attempted to harm me. Doors were always shutting when no one else was home though, shadows always appeared on the walls....and then I saw him. After years of begging my parents to stay home at night time they got sick of the routine and left me in my house all alone. It was Halloween and I had n't made any plans but to baby sit my neighbors daugher. 
 
 `` Casey'' She said 
 
 `` Yes?'' 
 
 `` Someones here-...'' her voice changed it's tone, and a song began. A ridiculous disney style, life is great song. 
 
 I looked out the doorway to find a man in a painters suit and weird halloween mask staring back at me. I survived the night- and based of the slasher films i've seen, its because i'm a virgin but still... the feeling of being watched never left me. 
 
 One of the movies i saw, there was a guy in a hockey mask killing teenagers at some camp... he was supernatural or something. So yeah, i'm a little nervous to go camping, what if that guy who came last Halloween comes back again? Then what... my friends start singing as a knife pierces through my skin, cause their world is perfect and mine is just some f*cked up horror movie? I ditched my friends a little too much this year though, the camp base looks pretty nice and safe. I would have felt bad if I said no to something I wanted to do. 
 
 I open my front door just in time for my three friends to finish their musical number. I do n't get why they always do that, no ones watching them... is life really that great they have to sing about it all the damn time? 
 
 “ Hey Marie ” I call, walking towards the car. 
 
 She calls my name back enthusiastically, adding a nice wave. 
 
 Though her boyfriend, Tyler jumping off the roof of the car as part of his routine is attention grabbing I can ’ t help but notice an odd figure next to the bushes across the street. Next to Marie now, I ask if she see ’ s it too. 
 
 “ I don ’ t see anything, why are you so paranoid all the time? ” she says turning away and into the car. 
 
 I look again but find there is nothing there. 
 
 Driving off my street I can ’ t help but look out the back window. Nothing appears like I expect so instead I try to relax. 
 
 As we pull up to the camp site the sky is not as bright, in fact in the distance smoke can be seen, a lot of it too. The four of us hop out of the car into the camp that wreaks of smoke. 
 
 “ Here we are- ” Tyler coughs, “ Camp Crystal Lake ” 
 
 *Why does that sound so damn familiar? * 
 
 The three of them go into another musical number, despite the difficult attempt to breath. In the far off distance it looks as though the trees on fire are spelling out something. 
 
 [ And so the trees did spell out something- MICHAEL VS. JASON ] 
 
 Seconds later all smoke and fire disappear out of thin air as if it had not happened. Weird. 
 
 “ did you guys…did that happen for you guys too…or- ” I attempt to ask 
 
 “ Sing along! ” Matt calls out 
 
 “ Guess not. Camp Crystal Lake…why does that sound like I ’ ve heard it before? ” 
 
 “ Camp Crystal Lake? It ’ s pretty popular. ” Marie answers 
 
 “ Why? ” I ask 
 
 “ Because…of legends ” She smiles at me 
 
 “ Legends??? Like what kind of legends? ” I worry 
 
 The only definition I know for legend is, psycho-killer… legend has it…Jason Voorhees, supernatural killer roams around…..camp….. 
 “ Shit! ” I say out loud. “ We should go ” I propose 
 
 “ No! we came here for you we ’ re gon na have fun! I was kidding there ’ s no legends. It ’ s funny that you think someones following you all the time, no ones following you. ” 
 
 “ I didn ’ t mention my stalker….who is real BY THE WAY. ” I yell 
 
 It doesn ’ t take long for the sun to set, and so my three friends and I find ourselves inside our cabin bored out of our minds. Rain begins to lightly tap on the window, but then more heavily. Marie and Tyler silently get up from the table and make their way to the bedroom they claimed. 
 
 “ We ’ re tired ” Tyler fake yawns. “ See you in the morning? ” 
 
 “ Hopefully ” I reply. 
 
 Matt and I look down at our phones a short while before we decide it is too early to be sleeping. I hadn ’ t mentioned to them before but I couldn ’ t help but shake the feeling there was someone roaming outside our cabin. Now that it was just him and I, him less judgmental than Marie and Tyler I decided to speak on it. 
 
 “ Have you noticed the creeks on the porch make every few minutes? ” I whisper 
 
 He shakes his head, no. 
 
 ‘ Are you a virgin? ” I whisper again, knowing this will grab his attention. 
 
 “ Are you? ” he smiles 
 
 “ Seriously, yes or no Matt. ” 
 
 “ ……..no ” 
 
 “ Someones here, and by some scientific law that I have yet to comprehend, if you ’ re not lying you ’ re gon na die tonight….and so are they, we need to get the hell out of here. ” 
 
 From across the room, where Marie and Tyler lay a loud crashing sound interrupts our conversation. It sounds like it was glass, the window probably- followed by their screams. Matt and I run to the other room as our friends attempt to run out. Our reality slows down for a second though, and a piano begins to play soft background music. The hands of my stalker back home grab onto Tyler ’ s leg, dragging him slowly. Marie reaches her hand out to grab her loves for one last time, and begins to sing a ballad. My stalker and I look at each other too, in confusion and fear. Time speeds up again and the man in a painter overalls rips Tyler away. The remainder of us run as fast as we can towards the front door but before I can open it a machete tears through the door. Jason, the legend, the psycho-killer has his hand wrapped around the other side of the weapon. He does not seem to be concerned with the three of us, but the killer across the room. They both just stand there for a quick second, then a battle begins. We do not take this opportunity to stand and watch but run out into the pouring rain in hopes of survival. 
 
 Marie stops in the middle of the woods, “ Casey…..I ’ m sorry… ” 
 
 “ About WHAT?? ” Matt yells, anxiously and afraid. 
 
 “ There really was a legend…. ” A piano begins to play faintly in the background again 
 
 “ Marie! ” I yell 
 
 She continues to sing, ignoring my call to her 
 
 “ He ’ s right behind you! ” I yell again 
 
 Drenched in rain and mud I watch my best friend mercilessly killed at the hands of a horror movie killer and I know for sure now…that is what my life is…a movie…a form of entertainment for kids bored on the weekends…on Halloween…film enthusiasts and I ’ m a victim, it ’ s never going to end is it? 

