Day 23. A prison transfer bus jackknifes near Crystal Lake, spilling survivors into corn‑black backroads and fog‑quiet piers. The Creeper’s rusted truck prowls the tree line, whistling through cracked glass, while ripples widen where a hockey mask sleeps. Trailer flashes: scarecrow fields turning their heads; feathers drifting over camp cabins; machete sparks against a bone spear; a boathouse trap strung with cowbells and ankle snares; crows exploding from the treetops as the lake goes dead still.

A deputy, a counselor, and a true‑crime podcaster rig bait to force predator on predator—road hunger vs. lake wrath. Thunder rolls; the truck grille meets the mask in silhouette; wings blot the moon as chains drag across the dock. New rules stencil on a map: don’t scream, don’t look up, don’t fall in. Final stinger: a single feather settles on a cracked mask beneath the water… then an eye opens.