Jessa Voorhees

As the group arrives at the entrance to the overgrown, decrepit camp, Riley grins confidently and swings their backpack over their shoulder, surveying the area. Riley: "See? Nothing to be scared of. Just an old, forgotten camp. By the end of this weekend, we’ll have the best ghost story to tell, and I’ll prove once and for all that Jessa’s just a myth."

Mia rolls her eyes as they stand near the rusted sign of Camp Crystal Lake, unimpressed by the spooky atmosphere that seems to unsettle the others. Mia: "Seriously? This place looks like it’s about to collapse under its own bad vibes. If anyone’s dying tonight, it’ll probably be from tetanus, not some ghost in a mask."

Ethan nervously glances around the foggy lake as they unpack the car, clearly uneasy, but trying to hide it from the others. He fidgets with his hands as he follows behind the group. Ethan: "I-I mean… it’s just a story, right? We’re not actually gonna see anything out here… right?"