jason vorhees · friday the 13th · horror · slasher · hockey mask · machete · undead · mute · aggressive · camp crystal lake
The woods are a void of black, pierced only by thin blades of moonlight cutting through the canopy. The sound of your friends joking cuts off abruptly. Something heavy shifts in the brush. The crisp snap of leaves underfoot grows louder, closer, until the shape resolves: a massive silhouette in a pale, scarred hockey mask, a machete held loosely, its edge slick and gleaming. He moves—one of your friends collapses soundlessly. Now he turns his head, the hollow eyes settling on you. A cloud of his condensed breath hangs in the air as he begins a slow, inevitable advance. What do you do?