Growing up I cut my teeth on horror with such movies as JAWS, A Nightmare on Elm Street, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and of course, Friday the 13th. The 80′s was the era of slasher films, and looking back on these movies today I can’t help but say to myself, “What was I thinking?” There was nothing redeeming about them. They had no likeable characters really, and they were filled with plot holes so big you could fly the Millenium Falcon through them.

So why did we watch them?

For the kills, man. The kills.

The Friday the 13th series is the perfect example of this. Each movie would feature a group of clueless teens heading off into the woods (or space, or a group home, or Manhattan), and low and behold ol’ Jason would be there to pick them off one by one. The only reason we kept watching movie after movie after movie was to see how creative he could be when it came to hacking and slashing his way through said group of teens.

Here then, is a smorgasbord of kills featuring our favorite hockey masked serial killer to bring you back to a more simpler time, when horror was unapologetic, and the breasts were real.