Capítulo 14: Chapter 13
Several hours passed while the trespassers sat at the fire, making barbecue and roasting the marshmallows. Sherry could see everything well from her cabin. She wasn't sure how much time has passed exactly, but she remembered for sure that when Jason left her cabin, it was half past two. She checked the time in her cell phone and found out that now it was already five, and the sunset was slowly approaching. So she continued watching what they were doing and listened with full attention.
"Ah… I love it here. This place is truly majestic," one of the girls, the auburn-haired one, spoke. "I mean, just look at all this nature, it's so beautiful, so serene. If there was an opportunity to buy a cottage here, I'd definitely done that."
"Yeah, Karlie, it's pretty, no one would argue about that. But have you heard about this place? It's rumored to be cursed," the second girl replied. This one had fair hair.
"Shelly, it's just a ghost story, there are many places in the world that have such. This is just one of them," the guy on the left from her said, hugging her shoulders. "Forget it and enjoy the time here."
"What kind of a ghost story?" Karlie asked. "I've never heard anything, as I'm not too much into legends, you know. Could you share it with us, Bradley?"
"Well, alright," Bradley said, taking a cigarette and lighting it. "There are rumors that in the end of fifties, 1957, I think, a boy drowned in this lake, and after a year two counselors were killed. The boy's name was Jason. As I've heard, he was ugly as shit. So, they closed the camp, and several attempts to open it failed. I don't remember what exactly happened, why they couldn't open the camp, but in the early eighties there was another attempt. And then the mother of this Jason went crazy and chopped all the counselors but one, who managed to behead that crazy old hag. And the legend says that Jason somehow came to life and witnessed his mother's death. He would take his revenge on the one who killed his mother and kill anyone who dares to step into the territory of Camp Crystal Lake, the place where we are now."
The others exchanged sights. The girl named Karlie somehow felt uncomfortable.
"Uff, that's one hell of a story," the other guy said. "I wonder if this Jason is still here."
"Nah, come on, Roy, don't tell me you believe in this crap," Bradley waved it away. "This is just a local urban legend. As I said, there are thousands of such stories around the States, not to mention the rest or the world. None of them should be taken seriously. So relax everyone."
Jason listened to the guy, clenching his fists. How dared this piece of shit step into his sacred land and call his mother an old crazy hag! Jason's whole body was literally shaking from the rage that filled him. Oh, he will make them suffer for insulting the memory of his mother!
Yes, Jason, kill them all! Punish them for mocking me and my special boy!
Jason nodded slightly. Mother approved his desire to chop up those bastards. He just had to wait until they split up and take them out one by one. Life has taught him what patience is, so Jason was ready wait as long as necessary.
Finally something was about to change. One couple stood up.
"Shelly and I are going to wander around a bit. Would you like to come?" Bradley asked.
"Um… no, thanks. We'll stay here for a while, if you don't mind. Karlie likes it here, by the fire," the second guy said.
"Well, your loss," Shelly replied, smiling. "Come on, then, let's go."
Oh, perfect, they are splitting up. That's what Jason was waiting for. He watched as one couple peacefully passed his hiding spot, suspecting nothing and disappeared from his sight. But he will find them, no matter where they go. These woods are his home. Maybe they will get into one of his traps, and that would be even better. So he followed them slowly and inexorably, like a true-born predator. He didn't have to wait long until…
"Oh shiiiit!" a male voice screamed. It seems like he got into one of Jason's traps.
"Oh God, Bradley!" the female voice echoed.
"Help me, Shelly! Take me down!"
Aha, then he stepped into a hidden noose and the rope pulled him up by one leg. Jason knew it at once. Wonderful, that guy got caught firmly, he won't be able to get out easy, only if someone tries to cut off the rope.
"I can't untie this damn knot!" Shelly huffed. "Looks like it has been tied by a professional. With my bare hands I can do nothing with it."
"Then run to the others! Find some knife or whatever sharp and cut me down! Hurry!"
Shelly turned around and ran to the camp. But she didn't manage to make even a few steps when something grabbed her hair and pulled back. She screamed in pain, but it didn't last long. Her body was pressed to a large muscled chest and the last thing she saw was the blade of a machete which slid along her throat in one swift movements. The pain was sharp and quick, and after a second Shelly was already holding her bleeding neck. Jason silently watched as she was losing her life together with blood, falling on knees and then to the ground until she wasn't moving anymore. This was such a pleasant sight, and he enjoyed every moment. Now it was time to get rid of that bastard that was still hanging upside down. Of all the unwanted visitors, Jason hated Bradley the most for mocking him and his mother. His death will be the most painful.
Bradley must have heard his girlfriend scream when Jason grabbed her hair, and began shouting:
"Shelly! Hey! What happened? Are you there?"
His only response was dead silence. Bradley suspected the worst. In his heart he hope she reached the others, but why did she scream then? Something was definitely not right. What if… No, it couldn't be. Jason Voorhees is just a legend. Or… is he?
Bradley got his answer when he saw a gargantuan man in a hockey mask approaching him. And he was holding a machete in his hand. The unfortunate guy understood now that this is not just a legend, but it was too late for him anyway. Jason cut the rope right where the foot was caught in a noose and Bradley landed on his stomach. But he didn't even manage to reach when a large foot pressed him to the ground, leaving him no possibility to get up. Jason slid the machete into the holster and lifted the guy's head by the hair, still holding the foot on his back closer to the waist. Then the large man grabbed his head so that the fingers of one hand were inside the victim's mouth and the fingers of the other hand were on the lower jaw, holding Bradley's mouth open. Jason then began to pull the lower jaw. The guy screamed his throat out, feeling that the skin on his mouth was torn and the mouth ripped apart until the jaw finally came off. Blood gushed from the torn mouth of the dying young man and to be sure he's dead, Jason crushed his skull with his boot.
Meanwhile, Karlie and Roy pricked up and listened.
"Did you hear that?" Karlie asked in a frightened voice.
"I did," Roy replied. "If this is some kind of a joke…"
"I don't think they would be fooling around like that. It sounded like Bradley screaming. They might be in trouble. Come on, we have to help them!"
Both went to the direction where Bradley and Shelly had gone before. As they didn't know the area, they had no idea where exactly they went, hoping it's not too far from the camp. There were no signs of the lost couple, until Karlie suddenly screamed:
"Oh my God, Roy, come here!"
"What is it?" he came closer where Karlie stood, looking to the ground. There, by her feet, there was a small puddle of blood, clearly visible on the grass. "What the hell? What is this?"
"It… it couldn't be blood, could it?" Karlie was already trembling. "And where are Shelly and Bradley?"
"I don't know, but be careful. I have a feeling we're not alone here."
And then, as a confirmation of his suspicion, Roy's body was pierced with a machete, its blade went through his abdomen. The surprised man couldn't comprehend what was going on when he felt sharp pain going through him, but he had no time to ponder anything, as in a few seconds two large hands grabbed his head and broke his neck in one turn, accompanying the process with a disgusting sound of a crunch of bones. In shock, Karlie began stepping back. She wanted to run with all her might, but she felt being unable to move, seeing a real monster of a man in a hockey mask murdering her boyfriend right before her eyes. When he dropped Roy's body and made a step in her direction, Karlie finally awoke from the shock condition and began to run. But she couldn't run far, as Jason caught up to her. She tried to fight, but this beast was much stronger than her. Jason grabbed the girl by her neck, lifting her up in the air and his large palm began closing on the victim's neck. He pressed with all his strength until Karlie started spitting out blood. She died both from air loss and chocked from a large amount of blood in her throat.
Finally, his job was through. Jason was more than satisfied. He destroyed the trespassers and got rid of boredom that he felt all this time from summer to summer. And he knew these weren't the last ones. Soon more will come, and he especially waited for those who brought Sherry to his camp. Oh, that would be a bloodbath. Jason was looking forward to that event. And now it was time to hide the corpses and let Sherry out of the cabin. He decided to take care of the bodies, as he didn't want Sherry to see all of this yet, but the time will come. She might get scared and disgusted at first, but she will get used. Jason was sure of that. Then he took two bodies by the wrists in his left hand and two others in the right one and dragged them to his hideout.
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