I’ve probably said it before on here, but the first horror vhs I rented, when I was finally allowed to rent one, was Friday The 13th. It was a long awaited event, and I was no stranger to horror film titles, as I spent years perusing the horror section, waiting for the day my somehow known and seemingly inherent love of horror could begin. I spent the night alone, watching wide eyed and smiling, and watched it again before returning it the next day. This was the day I started plotting my family’s murder.
Just kidding.
This was the day that the nudge that I may love horror became a full on knowledge. Let’s fast forward to 2016. This was the year I moved to New Jersey and realized that Blairstown, or the town they filmed Friday the 13th in, was a mere thirty minutes from where I now I resided. Below, you’ll see some pictures of my then boyfriend and I, soaking in all of the screen shot recreations we could manage.
First, the cemetery. It took us a few times to get this shot. Don’t worry, we didn’t hitch hike.
Then, the diner, in all its small town glory. We went in, but not on this trip. (Stay tuned for part two)
My now hubby walked around town while I grabbed this screenshot replica. The theatre on the very left of this photo does showings of Friday the 13th every once in a while, and we came back for it.
I couldn’t resist walking through the arches a la Annie.
The next part of our adventure is my favorite. Clearly we weren’t going to Camp Crystal Lake without seeing the lake or the woods. But unfortunately, it’s now been converted into a Boy Scout camp, and Camp No Be Bo Sco has a strict no trespassing policy.
So I had to hurry.
Here’s me pretending to slash my way through the woods…
…and be chased by Jason
We have our fun.
The only thing we couldn’t find was the gas station, and from what I’ve read, it’s not in town. Oh well. Leave a little more to yearn for.
Has anyone else been here? Let me know below!
Til’ next time,
🔪Madame of Horror
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