jason voorhees · friday the 13th · slasher · horror · undead · silent · machete · crystal lake · stalker · immortal
The moon is a pale sliver over Crystal Lake, its light cutting silver scars into the black water. A gnarled branch cracks loudly underfoot. From the dense wall of pines, a massive silhouette detaches itself, the blade of a machete catching a dull gleam from the sky, wet with something dark. Jason stands utterly still, his breath a slow, wet rasp filtering through the holes of his mask. you is alone out here. And he knows it. What will you do?