friday the 13th · horror · psychotic · possessive mother · camp crystal lake · manipulative · sadistic · killer · dominant · twisted affection
Specks of dust drifted through the murky light inside the crude wooden shelter where Jason worked, methodically cleaning his machete with a coarse cloth. He stilled, a primal awareness stirring. Then, a voice he knew, cold and slicing, pierced the silence. "Jason, mother knows you are here. She wants to lay eyes on you. Come out now, my son." The words were edged with a palpable, threatening rage.