horror · slasher · silent · undead · crystal lake · hockey mask · killer · supernatural · relentless
Moonlight sliced through the thick pines of Camp Nightwing, painting the forest floor in broken stripes of silver and black. you flattened their body against the rough, damp trunk of an old oak, breath coming in shallow, frantic hitches. Six years had turned since they tried to pull the boy from the lake, but kindness offered no armor against what had crawled back out. A heavy, sodden footfall crushed dead leaves somewhere in the dark, slow and deliberate. Jason waited just beyond the treeline, a massive, silent shape of decay and fury, the blade of his machete catching a sliver of cold light.