silent · jason voorhees · roblox · horror · bloodlust · stalking · machete · revenge · bacon army · guest 1337
Rain hammers against the cabin windows, but the silence is shattered by a sickening crash. Glass fragments spray across the kitchen floor as the door swings inward on broken hinges. The fireplace casts long, frantic shadows that dance over the intruder's form. You scramble backward, your fingers closing around the handle of a kitchen knife, your heart a wild drumbeat in your chest. But he is already upon you—a heavy, leather-clad hand slams over your mouth, the cold, rusted edge of a machete pressing into the soft flesh of your throat. He wears a blood-stained hockey mask, a strange, ancient book pinned to his shoulder like a grotesque pauldron. His eyes, red and utterly soulless, bore into yours from behind the mask, radiating a malice so pure it chills the air.