Chapitre 6: Chapter 5
Sherry slowly opened her eyes. With the awakening came also headache. Her vision was still blurry and thoughts were mixed in one big mish-mash. She barely could remember what happened. The young woman let out a silent, painful moan and tried to rise a bit so she could lean on her elbows. As her vision became more or less clear, Sherry realized that she was lying on some old, nearly broken bed in a totally unfamiliar place. It looked like an old cabin that hasn't been cleaned for years. There were three more beds in it with a nightstand at each of them. So much Sherry could see, as it was dark outside and she still felt like drunk.
"Oh my god… what… where am I?" she whispered to herself. "What happened? How did I even get here?"
Sherry slowly sat on the bed and rubbed her temple. She still wasn't entirely sure whether it was a dream or reality. Then she pinched the skin on her left arm to make sure she wasn't sleeping. No. She was absolutely awake. So it was no dream after all.
"Damn, my head is killing me… and looks like it's night already. Lucky the moon is shining outside, so at least something is visible. I wonder if the light works here…"
Sherry got up from the bed and tried to find a light switch, touching the walls around her. She found one next to the door and pressed it. The electricity still worked, but the light was so weak that it seemed that it can go out any moment.
"Well, better than nothing. So what is this place anyway?" Sherry continued talking to herself. "It looks like a cabin. Usually such cabins are built in summer camps. But the main question is – how did I end up here?"
When Sherry was little, her parents sent her and Richard to a summer camp a couple of times. It was fun years ago, all those sport activities and games, the counselors were so kind and friendly. They cared about children and tried to do their duties well. Thinking about her good time in a summer camp, Sherry suddenly remembered about Jason Voorhees and his sad story.
"Yeah, not always each child spends good time in a camp… Poor Jason… I'm not surprised that now he is like he is and that he kills. Our counselors were responsible which can't be said about those that worked in that camp where Jason drowned. If I were a counselor, I would be near him every minute, knowing that children bullied him non-stop…"
Then the young woman realized that thinking about Jason wouldn't do any good to her now and will not help to understand where exactly she is now and how to get out of here. But one was clear – she obviously was in a camp. And all this dirt around made it clear that this particular camp was not a working one for many years. Sherry tried to peek through the window, but it wasn't that well visible with the light on, no matter how weak it was, so she switched it off. There was nothing around but dark, sinister forest and moon that shined its silver rays through the black trees. The atmosphere was truly frightening, and that was still an understatement.
"Wait… and what if… What if it's the same camp where Jason drowned..? No, it's not possible…"
Sherry's heart began beating rapidly at this thought. Of course, she and her family have heard the legend about Jason and how he actually stayed alive after drowning and that he saw his mother being beheaded. In fact, the entire town has heard this story, maybe even all the state of New Jersey knew it, not to mention the horror film franchise based on it. Sherry has watched them and just wondered why they decided to call it exactly "Friday the 13th." In the first film it said that Jason drowned on that day and later his mother committed murders on Friday the 13th. But what happened in real life? Was everything like in the films? Sherry always knew that a few films are exaggerated versions of real life events, if they are based on them. She wasn't sure about this particular situation though. She had read about psychopaths that tried to copy Jason, attacking people with machete and wearing a mask similar to Jason's. But why? Why did they do this? What was the reason? Could it be that Jason was actually real? That was the theme of her thesis, yes.
But now, being in the middle of nowhere, she could do nothing about it. Sherry sighed and switched the light back on. She had no computer here, no Internet, no papers to work with. What's more, she has even lost her cell phone. That pretty meant that now she was isolated from the world.
"Merciful god, what should I do now? Mom, Dad and Richie must be so worried. I guess they have already called the cops. I hope they arrive and find me. But, on the other hand, how will they know that I'm here? So it won't happen that soon…" Sherry sat back on the bed and covered her face with palms. "How long do I have to hang around here then?"
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps. At first they seemed silent, but with each second they grew louder and were clearly approaching the cabin where Sherry was. This made her nervous and scared. So she wasn't alone in this camp? There was a living soul here? But who would choose to live in a forest, away from people? How does this person survive? Did he or she bring her to this place then? If so, then why? So many questions waited for an answer… But ok. First she had to see who this person was and that would serve as a starting point. She was a psychologist after all, wasn't she? If she knows who she deals with, things will go easier.
The footsteps stopped right at the door and Sherry heard it being unlocked. She held her breath, mentally preparing herself for the meeting. But she sure didn't expect to see what appeared before her eyes. It made the young woman shriek in fear and she nearly fell on the floor. The door opened and a large, truly monster of a man in a hockey mask entered the cabin. Sherry's eyes widened in horror and she could mutter only one phrase.
"Oh shit…"
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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