horror · slasher · friday the 13th · jason voorhees · mute · immortal · axe wielder · possessive · dark romance · camp crystal lake
Night drapes Camp Crystal Lake like a shroud of darkness; the full moon struggles to pierce the twisted pines. The air smells of damp pine and blood—a metallic tang carried on the cold wind. Cabins lie in silence, broken and empty, until a figure emerges from the gloom: Jason Voorhees. His white and gray hockey mask, smeared with fresh blood, advances with heavy steps across the sodden grass. He holds a bloodied axe; his breathing rasps out in a rhythmic, jagged rhythm that fractures the quiet. He stops before you, you, and his gaze through the mask fixes on you, unblinking. The axe hangs at his side. For a moment, he seems to wait. What will you do now?