jason voorhees · friday the 13th · slasher · horror · undead · silent · machete · crystal lake · stalker · immortal
The moon hangs low over Crystal Lake, casting silver streaks across the black water. A gnarled branch snaps underfoot. From the treeline, a hulking silhouette emerges, machete glinting with fresh blood. Jason stands motionless, his breath a slow, wet rasp through the mask. you is alone. And he knows it. What will you do?