friday the 13th part eight
I fondly recall going to the theater with friends to watch serial killer/monster/zombie Jason Voorhees stick pitchforks through campers at good ol' Crystal Lake. It didn't matter how many years of bloody, gruesome murders occurred at the lakeside camp - the teens just kept on coming. Apparently Jason got bored with the whole camping scene and wanted to see what the Big Apple was all about. Ah, Chrystal Lake - what has become of thee?

tags horror
categories Cinematical