The following letter was discovered during Michael's annual pilgrimage to the long defunct Camp Crystal Lake. It appears to be a letter written by a young Jason Voorhees to his mother, Pamela Voorhees.
To this day, the visage of Freddy Krueger peers down at me while I sleep. A poster of the original A Nightmare on Elm Street signed by Wes Craven himself adorns the wall space above my bed, a meta-reconstruction of the famous scene from the film in which Freddy presses his face through the back Nancy’s bedroom wall. Yes, if I had to pick one of the many horror personalities and series that I devoured in my youth, Freddy and his nightmares on Elm Street would be hands-down my number one choice.
"And get this—after nine films, they had a new concept: Jason Voorhees… in space... Would horny teenagers played by actors in their late twenties still be punished for exploring their new found hormones in the future? Would Jason find new and inventive ways to use home gardening tools and kitchen utensils in zero gravity?"