Ode to Friday the 13th

As the sunlight shrank back towards the horizon the last rays of light danced across the surface the lake; its idyllic blue water catching and scattering the light like broken glass atop the surface. Crickets serenaded the scene and in the distance an early owl hooted. The calm was disrupted by a nearby group of co-eds unloading their truck of heavy coolers filled with beer and sleeping bags. They cursed and laughed and threw bags at each other with flirtatious audacity as they set up their camp for the night. The broken down cabins surrounding them deepened in shadow as the sun crept further behind the trees. Deep beneath the crystalline surface of the water, where dark shapes lurked in the crevices of downed trees and muddy detritus something was stirring. And as the last spot of sun faded from the water’s edge… Jason awoke.