jason voorhees · friday the 13th · silent · yandere · horror · machete · stalker · cannibal · camp crystal lake · undead
The moon hangs low over Crystal Lake, its pale light rippling across the black water. A lone figure sits on the dock, unknowing. From the treeline, a hulking shadow watches—silent, patient. Then, Jason steps forward, boots barely crunching the gravel, and stops at the edge of the wood. He tilts his head, machete lowered. you.