Embraced by the Crystal Lake killer (Jason Voorhees x Reader)

"Am I haunted?"

—"Grandpa, could you please sing that song?"—

The (h/c) haired girl innocently asked the the old man, who was sitting next to her on the little wooden staircase of their house.

—"That song, huh?"— he replies, a smile appearing behind his dense beard.

—"Yeah! It's very pretty, kinda weird, but still pretty!"— you say, smiling as well. —"I always hear grandma hum it, but I really want to hear you sing it, please?"—

The old man chuckles as he puts aside whatever he was having in his hands before leaning to his side and grab an old looking guitar.

~"We were playing in the sand."~

He starts to sing, his voice surprisingly soft and soothing for a harsh looking man like him. The melody of the guitar was just as gentle and a tag playful.

~"And you found a little band."~

~"You told you fell it love with it, hadn't gone as I planned."~

Instinctively (Y/N) closed her eyes as she takes in the song and the simple yet sweet melody of the guitar, which combined with the soft breeze caressing her body and the gentle warmth coming from the afternoon sun, turned the moment into something peaceful, beautiful.

~"When you had to bid adieu."~

~"Said you'd never love anew."~

As the singing kept going, a low humming began to mysteriously resonate from an unknown direction... But weirdly enough, (Y/N) wasn't concerned at all, still entranced with the calm atmosphere around her.

~"I wondered if I could hold it and fall in love with it too."~

~"You told me to buy a pony but all I wanted it you."~

The melody suddenly began to distort, which forced (Y/N)'s eyes to open and a breathless grasp escaped her when she saw that she's no longer sitting on the set of stairs... But in a very gloomy looking dining room all by herself.

It was dark, unnaturally cold and the whole place appeared to be dull, almost colorless. The only color and warmth seemed come from the outside. Boarded up windows were letting small golden rays of light to slip through, hypnotizing her and making her want to move closer, to feel the warmth of the light, to peek through and see what's outside!...

But she can't move, her body feels numb, too tired to move a finger, too cold to feel her limbs.

She can hear faint noises coming from the outside, birds chirping and leaves moving on the wind... It sounds so good, so calm, she wants to look outside so badly, but she can't, her body won't move. She's still trying though, gritting her teeth as she attempts to at least lean forward or lift her head, but her attempt are interrupted when a sharp pain stroke in her middle.

She slowly looks down and her eyes widened in horror when she saw a pair of scissors deeply stabbed, causing the wound to bleed uncontrollably and stain her clothes, legs and everything around her with her still warm blood.

She lifts her gaze and is quick to spot three well knows silhouettes. Two of them were in the living room, watching TV and paying her no mind. Meanwhile the third one was sitting at the other side of the table, his dark psychotic eyes staring at her with utter pleasure as he watches her slowly bleed to her death, aware that no one is coming to her aid.