Jason takes Boyd Lee Park

The day started normal enough at BLP.  The quiet and dark of the morning was interrupted by the lights of vehicles entering the parking lot.  Eleven men showed up at Boyd Lee Park unexpectedly, not knowing why they decided to get up this morning, only knowing they had a calling to be here.  Here at Boyd Lee Park, on this day.  This was no ordinary day, this was Friday the 13th.  This would be a day they would not soon forget.

As they gathered around looking bewildered, they had no idea how this morning would unfold. The humidity and tension were so thick you could cut it with an axe.  The men moved in unison from the parking lot to the picnic tables.  They quickly realized no one brought any snacks for them, only pain.  As the men sat down and stood up from the tables, they realized they could hear the faint sounds of screaming in the distance.  Their distress was evident by their labored breathing and sweat drenched shirts.  

They again moved along together, careful not to leave anyone behind.  Someone thought that a stroll through the woods might relieve the angst they were all feeling.  One by one they entered the woods, no knowing what lie ahead.  As they entered the woods, the darkness enveloped them even more.  Were it not for one person having a flashlight they would have been completely blind, and lost.  Once again, they could hear screams and sounds as if someone were after them.  They increased their pace, only stopping when they emerged from the woods for a quick discussion.  After some yelling back and forth, they entered the darkness again.

Their breathing became more labored as they hurried through the woods, not in an attempt to be the first out, but not be the last.  Every so often they would stop to catch their breath. But each time they did they could hear the screams louder and louder. Plus, each time they stopped someone would start yelling and get even more winded. 

They finally managed to catch their breath as they leaned against the wall of the building. This was short lived as they began one last journey back to the parking lot. 

When they returned to the parking lot they were met by a gruesome scene. What appeared to be a severed head in a mask lay beside an axe. At that moment they realized the head belonged to Jason Voorhees. Yes, that Jason. No one knows how it ended up there, but I can attest that later on it was gone. 

Legend says strange stuff like this only happens on Friday the 13th. I guess we’ll find out next May 13th, ki ki ki ma ma ma.

Prayers:

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