Friday Night, Deadly Night. Chapter 6Sherry felt like she lost the ability to talk, so strong was the shock. Before her stood the man that, as she could already guess, was no other that the infamous Jason Voorhees. But part of her was still doubting if this was the real Crystal Lake Killer. What if it was just a copycat? Sure, she has watched several Friday the 13th films and knew about Jason, and even one of the films featured a copycat. But those films are just work of fiction, nothing of that is real. Sherry knew it would be childish to consider any of horror films to be actually real. Some were based on true events or inspired by them, but it was still fiction. And so was Jason. Or… was he?
Somehow Sherry had a bad feeling that the man standing in front of her wasn’t some silly prankster. He was truly large and tall, and his skin was deadly pale. He wore trousers and a shirt which were old, tattered and dirty, and massive boots, but did he really have a choice to wear something different? Of course, he did
Friday Night, Deadly Night. Chapter 5Sherry slowly opened her eyes. With the awakening came also headache. Her vision was still blurry and thoughts were mixed in one big mish-mash. She barely could remember what happened. The young woman let out a silent, painful moan and tried to rise a bit so she could lean on her elbows. As her vision became more or less clear, Sherry realized that she was lying on some old, nearly broken bed in a totally unfamiliar place. It looked like an old cabin that hasn’t been cleaned for years. There were three more beds in it with a nightstand at each of them. So much Sherry could see, as it was dark outside and she still felt like drunk.
“Oh my god… what… where am I?” she whispered to herself. “What happened? How did I even get here?”
Sherry slowly sat on the bed and rubbed her temple. She still wasn’t entirely sure whether it was a dream or reality. Then she pinched the skin on her left arm to make sure she wasn’t sleeping. No. She was ab
Friday Night, Deadly Night. Chapter 4As soon as silence engulfed the camp, Jason slowly approached the pit where the girl was thrown into. It was not very deep, but still it took some time to get out of it. It made no problem to Jason though, as he has dug such pits many times, even deeper than this one. These pits served as a good trap for victims and getting rid of the bodies. He stood at the edge of the pit and watched. The girl didn’t move. Jason was really confused. Was she really dead? He remembered the bad boys and girls talking about coming back to the camp in three weeks, but why did they drop this girl here? More than that, why did they kill her? So many questions ran through Jason’s head, but he couldn’t find an answer to any of them.
One of them got its answer soon though, as a sound of a faint moan reached Jason’s ears. The girl started to show signs of life. So she wasn’t dead after all and that was already a plus. Jason realized that they have knocked her out and brought here t
Jingle BellsThe Tree had gone hang-mad in the street, it’s bark had crumbled into a marsh of evil,
&it’s invitation in total darkness was of a Frankenstein-esque character, & it was almost as though it fed & chewed on the hung wires that connected the lovely houses.
Come to think it was as if the old Tree wanted to eat a brick, & it was really only this that it’s destroyed façade reflected & commanded all thought & reflection to be destroyed upon it’s lifes’ spot.
One day a squirrel had died & for two days or more it’s eyes remained opened; it’s entire physical presence had passed, save for the eyes.
It was really only on this very night that I came to this understanding. A thing of pure hatred, destroyed & a true work of the Devil. Really a hydrant mockery.
Tears of black falling after Fall, on this very December the 20th, 2016.