"This is a stupid idea," I complained when my eyes caught sight of the Camp Crystal Lake sign outside the car window.

"Aw come on!" my friend turned around in her seat to laugh at me. "There's no ghosts and no serial killers. It's all stories."

"Call it what you want- people have actually died here," I argued.

"Well, in any case," our driver kept his attention on the road as he spoke, "there haven't been any bodies found in like a decade so..."

"Greaaaat," I muttered sarcastically as the girl in front of me shot him a death glare. "All I'm saying is you guys are trying to get my mind away from those awful dreams I've been having. I just don't think this is the best venue."

My vision settled on the woods as we continued down the path. I didn't mean to be negative. I knew they were trying to help and they were well aware that I liked macabre things.

However, maybe these nightmares were a sign I needed to take a break from horror for a while. I mean, nothing else had been helping and they were getting worse. It didn't help matters that my useless boyfriend had just dumped me for some other girl he had apparently gotten pregnant.

"We're here!" Jaclyn piped, clicking her door open and hopping out excitedly.

Taking a deep breath in, I followed suit, leaving Bry to be the last out. The sun was just starting to fall from the sky and the forest was in full bloom. The cabins were cleanly painted though it looked like a couple still needed repair. All in all, with the light reflecting off the still water, it was a pretty inviting scene. Maybe it wasn't such a terrible idea after all.

"Wow. This place doesn't look half-bad," I admitted, pulling my bag out of the car and shutting the door behind me.

"Yeah, after everything died down, they decided to re-open it as a park," Bry strolled around the vehicle and joined us in gazing across the lake. "The cabins are under lock and basically you pay to get the key."

"Neat," I smiled. Outside of gas, I hadn't realized they had paid for this little vacation.

"And don't you go asking how much either!" Jaclyn booped my nose in a bossy voice. "I know how you are and I don't want you trying to pay us back."

I held up my hands in surrender. "Fine," I chuckled, turning a pointer finger on her, "but it better have not been expensive."

"Don't worry," Bry cut his eyes at me before passing us to one of the cabins. "She might spend a lot on you, but I wouldn't."

"Hey!" I retorted, joining them in laughing as we strolled to one of the little wooden buildings marked with the number four.

Inside, there were two bunkbeds and a small vanity. Everything was nailed to the floor to prevent theft and the cots were bare except for thin mattresses that also seemed to be glued in place. Bry had a big family so he'd snagged a handful of thick sleeping bags from their surplus supply. Each of us had also brought our own blankets and pillows.

After the room was set up, we all stripped down and changed into our bathing suits, having decided there was just enough time for a swim before nightfall. That was when we planned to make a bonfire so we'd need to keep an eye on the flames.

Even though Bry was bisexual, he'd only had boyfriends so everyone assumed he was gay. It was great because neither Jaclyn nor myself had to worry with our parents questioning us taking this trip alone with a guy. Especially since we were sharing sleeping quarters.

The three of us were too close for it to be weird to get naked in front of each other. In fact, it was experimenting with us that made Bry realize he was bi in the first place.

I found myself watching him as he dressed; he wasn't fit or slender, yet he was still super cute. I loved him as a friend, but had come to the decision he wasn't relationship material. Nonetheless, since I'd been single, I hadn't been able to 'de-stress' and seeing his bare body was making me horny.

"You ready?" Bry lifted out of pulling his trunks on and looked over at me, oblivious to my thoughts.

"Y-yeah," I coughed. "You know, actually, I think I'm going to take a short nap first. It was a long ride and I was already tired."

"No problem, hun," Jaclyn skipped beside me and gave a quick hug. "We'll let you know when we start cooking."

I nodded a thanks, accepting an identical embrace from Bry before they walked out and left me alone in the dimly lit cabin. Sighing, I traipsed to the bottom bunk where my bed was made and plopped onto the mattress.

Carefully easing under the covers and laying on my back, I let my hand creep under my bikini bottom. Despite knowing exactly what I wanted, my mind somehow managed to wander all over the place while I idly rubbed and teased myself.

Aggravated when I finally realized I wasn't getting anywhere with my ADD fucking brain, I growled under my breath, "I could have just asked Bry if he could help."

Ugh. I could have done that, but I didn't want to make things awkward or be needy. I certainly didn't want to take advantage of my friend- what with everything they both were doing to try and make me feel better.

"Or you could have just asked me," a raspy voice echoed in the dark.

Gasping, I jerked my hand to a more decent position and sat up, almost hitting my head on the wood of the bed above me. "Hello?"

I knew that voice...how could I have managed to fall asleep this rapidly?

"I love it when this happens," the man continued, the reverberations beginning to lessen as if his form was steadying somewhere, but I still couldn't see him. "It doesn't often, but occasionally..."

Suddenly, I was shoved back onto my spine, the burnt face of the dream demon appearing smack dab over me, his hands pressing my pillow flat on either side of my head. I could feel the weight of his knees situated firmly next to my thighs. He wasn't holding me down, yet the shock of his presence kept me from moving.

"Wh-what?" I breathed, staring into his golden eyes that seemed to shine just so I could.

"You've been so exhausted," he cackled, "that you've been inadvertently allowing me to slip into your world a little bit at a time. That's why I haven't killed you yet. If I did that, I'd lose the connection." He leaned his face closer to mine, "And I'm eager to see what will happen."

A few unintelligible noises escaped me before I was able to shake my head decidedly, "This is just a dream. I'll wait it out and you'll be gone."

Curiously, the man cocked his head to the side and hummed, "You want me to go so soon? And here I just wanted to help you."

As he spoke, the blanket that had been separating us flew into the air and off into the distance. My body shivered with the abrupt chill and at last I started to shift away from him, only to have his claw grab my throat and push me against the wall next to where we'd been sitting.

I was now on my butt on the cot, chest heaving as I anticipated what the demon crouched on top of me would do. I didn't know why, but slowly, he loosened his grip and let his knives fall to rest on my naked leg.

He then rolled off to the side and sat next to me as if we were just two friends having a simple chat. Oddly enough, the arousal I had felt from watching Bry had returned with a vengeance. What the fuck?

The creature next to me had relaxed in his spot, crossing arms behind his head as he closed his eyes and mused aloud. "And I can guarantee you I'm more experienced than your little friend."

Creeping from my position, I bent my knees under me and sat with eyes stuck on him, "So...so just like that, you've gone from wanting to haunt and murder me to wanting to fuck me?"

The demon belted, unfolding his arms and laying their hands on my lap. "Princess, I'm never far from wanting to fuck, but don't kid yourself into thinking I'm not still going to kill you," his blue eyes bore into me. "I'm just giving you the option to have some fun first."

My lips quivered and brow furrowed as I tried to understand what was happening. I had all but decided I'd finally lost it when I realized that whether I was crazy or not, this was in my head and there was nothing keeping me from trying to enjoy myself with this guy or whatever the hell he was. Wasn't like I was going to get AIDS from a dream and I wasn't having any luck getting off in real life.

Crashing my lips into his, I was surprised and delighted when he returned to his typical rough handling. He grabbed onto my arms, razors sinking into my flesh as he forced me against the wall once more, taking our kiss to the next level by slipping his tongue into my mouth. I gladly sucked on him, giving him my own tongue which he readily bit, causing me to jerk back. It didn't take more than a moment to see that the pain had actually been pleasurable.

Reaching my neck out, I took his lips in mine and reciprocated with gentle nips. My behavior apparently intrigued him because he chuckled and then twisted my body so that he could push me to lay down again. The whole while, our kissing never halted and he gradually let his claw slide down my skin, pricking at my top as he squeezed my breast so tightly that I couldn't contain a yelp.

He quickly let go and his hand journeyed further down my form, knives slipping under my bottoms. Their tips tickled the sensitive flesh, slowly pressing harder and lower, the sensation so strong that I jumped, feeling one of the razors nick the skin. In the same instance, I no longer felt him, but instead a rush of cool air accompanied by the sound of footsteps and a gentle voice.

"Hey, sleepyhead!"

My body spasmed toward the new presence, brain amazed at how easily I was slipping in and out of consciousness these days. Jaclyn had entered, smiling face approaching me while she dried herself with a beach towel.

"Bry's starting the- woah, are you okay?" her tone shifted mid-sentence, expression becoming solemn.

Opening my mouth to speak, I realized I was out of breath and my blanket was nowhere in sight. "I..." my brain desperately attempted to decipher things. "Um..." My eyes fell to my lap as I sat. I was still in my bikini.

"Dude, you're bleeding!" she rushed to sit beside me, taking hold of my arm and carefully compressing it with the towel. Waiting a few seconds, she removed the cloth to examine the wound. "Looks like a scratch from a cat or something." I watched as her worried look left the three cuts on my arm to study me, "What happened?"

"I- I don't know," I shrugged, almost regaining myself,l. "Maybe a raccoon or something attacked me while I was sleeping. I just kind of woke up startled."

It wasn't entirely untrue and seemed a plausible explanation. Either way, she accepted it. "Damn. We'll have to make sure there's nothing in here and there's no holes or anything before we go to sleep," she left the towel in my lap and stood. "Throw on some clothes," she said, grabbing a pair of jeans and pulling them up over her suit.

Off kilter, I did as she suggested and soon we were walking toward the only light in the dark campsite where our third wheel was fanning a bonfire. Maybe it was just paranoia after the strange encounter with my...dream man...but I felt like I was being watched the entire time.

Was he out there? At this point, I had worked up some serious doubt about the nonexistence of monsters. The question was would my friends believe me if I told them? Perhaps they'd take the most logical conclusion instead: I was sleep deprived.

"There she is!" Bry greeted, attention diverting to us as we took seats on the log next to him. "Feeling any better?"

"She got attacked by a raccoon," Jaclyn commented, reaching for a shopping bag sitting nearby and retrieving a package of hot dogs.

"Damn! Did you clean it? You could get rabies or something," Bry's expression grew concerned as it settled to where I was rubbing the wound under my T-shirt sleeve.

"Yeah, it's fine," I tried to laugh, my own gaze drawn to the shadows of the trees in the distance, doing my best to peer into the darkness, but I couldn't see anything except black.

"Yo!" the voice which had been calling to me became suddenly loud as its owner poked me with a stick.

"Huh?" I looked back to see Jaclyn lift a brow.

"What's wrong?" she asked, eyes trailing to where mine had been. "You see your buddy out there?"

"My buddy?" my heart skipped, wondering how she knew before I pieced together that she meant the trash panda. "No, I- I just keep getting the sense someone's watching me."

"Could be some kids fucking around," Bry removed his hot dog from the fire and gently tapped it with his fingers to judge the temperature before passing it off to Jaclyn. "Let's go scare them off."

He stood up and traipsed to the log opposite our cookout and picked up his backpack. As he returned to us, he pulled out a pistol...a police model by the looks of it.

"Bry! Where the hell did you get that?" Jaclyn exclaimed, nearly dropping her food.

Instead of answering, he raised the gun into the air and pointed it straight at her, "Any last words?"

Stunned, she didn't answer, but I could feel her shiver next to me. What the fuck was going on right now? I opened my mouth to speak, but just as I did, Bry shifted, pulling his finger on the trigger and causing me to jump with the click of the weapon.

"Holy fucking shit!" Jaclyn shot to her feet, abandoning her hot dog as she desperately brushed her abdomen off, "What the hell, Bry? That fucking hurt!"

My brain took a few moments more to process that what he had attacked our friend with was a pellet pistol. The damn thing wasn't even real! The boy began laughing, lowering the BB gun and approaching us.

"That isn't funny," my tone deepened. "You scared us to death."

"Aw come on," he shrugged. "You know me. I'd never hurt you guys. Here," he turned to Jaclyn, offering her the weapon, "you can shoot me back to make us even. Right in the face if you want. I'll cover my eyes."

When he dropped his bag at our feet to slide his palms over each eye, Jaclyn and I exchanged glances. She rolled her eyes and huffed, not aiming the gun at him, but instead flipping it around in her hand. Strolling around to his back, she reared the fake into the air and landed a massive whack directly below his ribcage.

The boy gasped for air, simultaneously buckling at the knees and falling onto the ground. Hands reaching forward to keep his face from hitting the dirt, he rolled over to his spine and breathed the word 'fuck.' Satisfied with the effect of her kidney shot, Jaclyn tossed the pistol on top of him and returned to her previous spot.

I looked down at Bry as he began recovering and chuckled, "You deserved that."

"Yeah," he groaned, attempting to gain his feet. "Worth it."

"How many of those things you got?" Jaclyn mused, finding herself another hot dog.

"One for each of us," Bry cautiously reclaimed his bag and pulled the other two out. "You'd be surprised how many robbers use these things and nobody's the wiser. Only cost like forty bucks too."

I took the identical pellet pistol he handed me and looked it over. It was true. If you weren't holding it yourself, it's likely you'd never guess it was phony. It had a safety, was fairly heavy, and everything. The only detail that really gave it away was on the top; you could see an opening showing how many pellets were left. Taking the safety off, I stood, setting forth for the woods.

"Hey! Don't you want to eat first?" Jaclyn asked through a mouthful.

"Not too hungry. Maybe some exploring would help me work up an appetite," I suggested.

"Well, I'm gonna eat," she shoved another bite in. "You two go on."

"Alright," Bry got up, literally downing a hot dog in three chews.

Shaking my head, I led the way into the dark. We were almost out of range of the fire when something occurred to me. "Did you bring a flashlight?"

"Crap," he complained. "Yeah, hold on. I'll run back and get it."

He sprinted off from where we'd come. Instead of waiting, I began sauntering away, but slowly so it wasn't like I'd get too far ahead. I didn't like the idea of just standing still. It made me even more anxious. After I had made it several paces further, I heard footsteps behind.

"Well turn it on, ya derp," I chortled.

There was no response.

"Alright, asshole, you want to get beat up by me too? No more-" I spun around, no longer seeing the camp.

There wasn't anyone else around either. I barely resisted calling out, opting to ready to shoot or threaten whoever might show. I knew if someone was stalking me, my best bet was to keep quiet and focused. Turning in a deliberate circle to keep from making noise so I could listen closely for lurkers, my heart rate picked up.

Once I had come full circle, I began backpedaling equally as cautious, hoping to get back to the others. However, when I did, I bumped into a tree. Odd...I was certain I was still in the clearing of the path.

"Shit!" My eyes widened when I spun to lay sight on the most gigantic man I had ever seen. He was easily twice my height and inhumanely broad. His face was covered with a battered hockey mask and to his side he was pulling into view a giant machete.

Forgetting about the precision of my tactics, I fumbled away from him, venturing deeper into the forest. Despite the adrenaline rush, I fought to keep my breathing steady so I wouldn't begin making haggard sounds that would help him track me. I only bothered looking over my shoulder once, but it was enough to do me in. Tripping over an exposed root, I tumbled forward, hitting my head against a different tree.

"Motherfu-" I found myself in a dream, my curse interrupted by the tsk of a metal blade on my lips.

"Is that any way to greet your lover?" the burnt demon chuckled, having appeared crawling over my body where I sat.

"Fuck off!" I pushed his claw to the side. "You're not my lover and I'm about to die! I don't have time for your bullshit right now."

I somehow managed to get to my feet, quickly replacing my attention on the man still sitting on the floor. Strangely enough, he seemed surprised by my actions and unsure of how to respond. Finally deciding on an agitated demeanor, he snapped and appeared directly before me.

"Somebody besides me is trying to kill you?" he twitched his knives. "How rude."

I scoffed, "Yeah, well, if I don't wake up soon, Hockey-Puck will probably beat you to the cut."

His expression contorted into a furious rage. "Hockey-Puck?" he repeated. "How cute you should choose the same name I gave him. Don't worry," he became smoke which vanished and then surrounded my body, pushing me into a wall of the decrepit home we had been standing in before his form returned, "I'll be the one to end you; unfortunately it will have to be quick though."

As he lifted his blades and started bearing them down on me, his use of words struck a cord. Unfortunate. Perhaps there was a way out of this yet.

"Wait!" I yelled, halting his attack. "You should at least have a little fun first. It'll take him a few minutes to find me anyway and he might think I'm already dead."

"Hm," the demon lowered his hand in thought.

I didn't give him time to contemplate. I jumped forward, pressing our lips together again. Mostly, I expected him to just french me and then ram his blades into my gut. When that didn't happen, my body actually relaxed a little and I focused more on the feelings it was experiencing rather than the fear which had been clouding my mind.

Continuing to push into him, I sucked lustfully on his tongue, hands reaching out to feel his chest. The man reciprocated, all the while stepping in reverse until the two of us were falling onto a bed. I barely noticed the new environment as my body hovered over his on the mattress, my legs straddling his hips.

As I leaned down to keep kissing and touching him, I realized I was in my bikini again. I could feel the hardness of his member beneath my crotch. It sent a tingling sensation through my core, heightening my desire. He must have seen it in my eyes because in the same instance, he pushed me off to the side, taking my position as the top instead. Using his weight, he pinned me down, but I resisted in time to get my hands free and find his pants.

Understanding what I was doing, he allowed me to undo the button and zipper to pull out his cock. I didn't know if it was because we were in the dream world or what, but he was huge on all accounts. Long and thick. I began stroking, hearing him growl in pleasure as he lifted his head to take in the feeling.

It only lasted a few seconds though, for he soon had risen and flipped me over to lie on my stomach. Inhaling sharply, I looked back at him. Flicking his blades teasingly, he rapidly clipped the string from my bikini bottom and thrust his hips against me. At first, he didn't try to enter; he only rubbed himself along my ass, lowering and raising along the crack before letting his unarmed hand take hold of himself.

Then, he gently rubbed his tip across my labia, chuckling when he felt the moisture that had been seeping out of me in anticipation. I tried to look at him once more, but he threw his claws into my back and pushed my head down, leaving my hips in the air. After that, I felt no more teasing. Instead, he guided his cock to my opening and then thrust powerfully so that I felt him inside.

Three times and he was completely within. His size made it painful, but the hurt didn't last long as my walls clenched around him, longing for the motions that came soon after. I stopped focusing on the setting and closed my eyes, enjoying the repetitive pleasure of his in-and-out movement. Now this was the kind of relaxation I needed.

It wasn't until the abrupt sensation of wet grass on my skin that I remembered the precarious situation I was in. Opening my vision, I was encased in darkness, back in the woods. Shit. My jaw dropped and I began lifting my chest from the ground, only to realize Freddy was still behind me...still in me.

I tried to say something and get his attention, but he was already gazing around. When I went to move again, he grabbed onto my hips and began pounding into me. I wanted to keep with him, to enjoy this moment if it were indeed to be my last.

However, knowing that we were in the real world where that guy was, or thing since the dream demon apparently knew him, had me on edge. Not to mention Jaclyn and Bry... What if they saw this? Or what if they were in danger? Pellet guns weren't going to faze that brute I saw.

"Fr-Fred," I attempted, silenced when looking forward I saw the machete-wielding stranger.

This can't end well.

Hockey-Puck kept inching closer, cocking his head to the side and dropping his blade so that it scraped against the ground. The sound was what alerted the creature fucking me to his presence.

"This one's mine, Jason!" he laughed, pausing in his motion momentarily.

Jason? Voorhees? Goddammit there are things worst than ghosts here!

When the demon picked up his speed, his cock throbbing inside me, likely nearing release, the other man also continued his stroll. I jerked, but was unable to move otherwise. Jason dropped his blades as he neared, his pants soon following. Pure shock stalled my heart as I peered up at him in horror and, weirdly, excitement. My sight cut backward, expecting Freddy to leave and assault the guy.

Nonetheless, he didn't. He merely hesitated, watching Jason lift his own digit and pressing it against my face. Opening my mouth, I allowed him to slip it inside before I began licking and sucking. The pressure between my hips grew stronger as both men, one on either side, thrust further inside me, pulling back just enough to push in again.

I could feel both of them stiffening, my own body doing the same as it seemed all of us were reaching the end of the winding coils inside us. For a moment, I feared that they would finish and I would die in the climb of an unsatisfied orgasm, naked in the forest alone. Therefore, I was delighted when I felt myself explode a second after Jason came inside my mouth.

Freddy thrust a handful of times more before he too released and then slid out of the sticky mess left behind. Jason pulled from my mouth, leaving me to fall to the cold ground, spitting out what remained of him. Rolling over onto the dirt with my vision fading and then returning, almost in rhythm with the comforting pulses traveling through my body, I somehow was able to focus enough to see the two strange men approaching each other.

Once again decent, they were lifting their weapons and gaining battle-ready stances. That's something I'd never find in a real guy...the stamina to begin a fight immediately after sex.

Freddy was the first to pounce, Jason easily stopping the blow by holding his machete in place. However, that didn't deter the demon who skipped around to Hockey-Puck's side and slashed his shoulder.

"MMM!" my scream at the abrupt feeling of a hand over my mouth was muffled as its owner quickly spoke.

"Shhh! It's me," Bry's voice was shaking.

"You're okay!" I cried in relief once he'd removed his palm and sprang to hug him.

"I'm happy to see you too," he whispered, "but we need to get out of here. Come on."

Helping me to my feet, the boy glanced back at the battling monsters. My head was still woozy from all of the trauma and excitement, but Bry made sure I kept up and we were soon entering the campsite again. I didn't see any signs of life and the place was littered with trash clearly from the supplies we had brought along. I was about to ask where Jaclyn was when my escort beat me to speaking.

"Holy shit; I just realized you're naked!" his voice grew slightly louder. "What did they...did they hurt you?"

"N-no, I..." I trailed off as we continued onward toward where our vehicle had been parked.

He didn't say anything else, only supported me to the back seat, shoving me in before climbing inside with me. While he slammed the door, I saw Jaclyn sitting in the driver's spot, frantically flipping the car into gear and putting all her weight on the gas pedal. She began muttering a wild string of fears and obscenities that made very little sense. Amidst them, I caught a statement akin to what Bry had just inquired.

Taking a pair of pants and a coat that he had found somewhere in the disheveled mess of the car, I sighed, "We have a lot to discuss. I guess I should start back with my dreams..."

I proceeded to tell them just about everything. I left out the part where Jason turned our encounter into a threesome. It was awkward enough explaining the Freddy part. They were skeptical at first. I mean, who wouldn't be? But by the end of it all, it seemed they were on my side. From all the stories and legends, we knew Jason would stay around the lake to guard it.

That meant eventually, we'd find out who was the victor. If I began seeing Freddy again, that meant he had won or ran. My friends both commented on the fact they hoped Jason would beat his ass because that meant I'd be safe again. I had to agree with them, yet at the same time...kind of hoped for round two. Who knew sex with a demon could be so satisfying?