Manhattan - Midnight in Central Park

A hobo is lying on a bench, sleeping.

He hears something and snorts.

"Huh!? Whaat wazz thaht...?" He slures.

He sats up on the bench, before completely standing. Then walks around his general area, trying to find the source of the noise.

"Guess it wazz nothin'."

He lies back down on the bench to try and get some sleep.

A few moments later, he hears the noise again.

"Nowzz, I knoww I hurd' somethin' thizz time." He slures, while getting back up from the bench to have a look around.

Looking at the tree, he sees the branches gently shake. A few leaves began to float downward, from the vibrations of the branch. He reaches slowly to the, now still, branch and slowly moves it, to see what the deal is.

He continues to slowly move the branch some more.

BAM! A black cat jumps out of the tree knocking many leaves off of the branch and scaring the hobo half to death.

"Damnn catzz anyhowz!" He slures, angrily, while heading back to the bench.

He reaches the bench and slowly sits on it, to lie down and get some more sleep, but all of suddenly, a shadowy figure grabs him from behind and begins to strangle him. The hobo, tries to grab the man's hands, trying to release his grip from his throat. The mysterious figure, with a machete, quickly swipes it downwards into the hobo's jaw. Causing his lower part of his mouth to dangle from the flesh. The mysterious figure then grabs the hobo's tongue and begins to slowly pull the whole thing out of his throat.

The hobo's body slumps to the ground, splatting blood. While the mysterious figure continues to hold up the hobo's tongue in his hand, blood dripping from it. In the mysterious figures other hand, is his machete, now covered with blood.

Blood pours out from the hobo's corpse lying on the ground, as his body twitches.

We then get a good look at the mysterious figures face. It's Jason Vorhees, wearing his hockey mask.

-Friday the 13th: Jason Returns-