Nightmare at the Norton's

Blood on the walls

   Someone was gently shaking him. Jason opened his eyes to find Tate looking down at him, tears in her eyes. He blinked and looked around. He wasn't outside, he was in a hospital. His cloths were white and machines beeped all around him.
   "Wha-" Jason started but was cut of by Tate putting a finger to his lips and shushed him. She leaned in close to his face and whispered something.
I love you Jason.
   Leaning in closer she pressed her lips to his. They were soft and warm. Jason sank into them as he lay in the hospital bed with her sitting on the edge. He let her warmth flow into him, circulating. He felt as though he were on a cloud. Nothing could reach him. Nothing could harm the woman kissing him. Nothing could hurt her ever again. A loud, jarring crash resounded around them and the woman from the cabin stood by his bed.
   Jason's eyes flew open. He was in the Norton house. He looked around while standing up. It was just a dream, and he was still in this nightmare. He had no idea how he had gotten inside. Let alone upstairs in the devil child's room.
   Something downstairs fell over loudly. It was followed by a blood curdling scream of pain and fear. Tate. Jason's heart pounded in his chest and blood pulsed through his veins. He ran to the door and tried to get out. The door was stuck. Again.
   Putting all his effort into it, Jason rammed into the door with all his strength. The old door practically flew off its hinges. The second he stepped out the door he knew something was seriously wrong.
   There were bloody handprints trailing down the hall to the stairs. Another scream tore through the air. Jason nearly tripped going down the stairs. He roled his ankle. Pain screamed through his leg but he kept going. He had to find Tate.
   He got the the end of the steps and looked down the hall. He could see Tate and Tommy down the hall. They were fighting for control of his kitchen knife. It was mere inches from peiring her skin. He held it above her face while pinning her to the ground.
   Jason noticed that the basement door was standing wide open behind them. Running, he threw Tommy down the stairs with all his might. Little Tommy Norton fell back, tumbling down into the basement. Before he could fall too far, Tommy grabbed Jason's legs, bringing him with him into the old cellar.
   Jason landed painfully on his stomach after the devil child pulled him into the basement. Panting, he tried to get the air back into his lungs.
He could hear someone running down the stairs. Tate knelt down next to him.
"Jason!" She cried, "Are you okay? What happened to you? Where is Tommy?"
"It's a long story and I don't know where he went."
Jason tried to push himself up into a sitting position but a sharp pain in his left should stopped him. He cried out in pain and black dots swirl in his vision as he fell back onto his stomach breathing hard.
"Jason!" Tate cried as he groaned and rolled over onto his other side so he was on his back.
"I think my shoulder is broken." Jason gasped as another volt of pain electrified his shoulder.
A growl split the air. You ruined my fun Jason. You should have known better, but now that you can't get up I might as well finish with Tate. We were having such a good time. The childish voice echoed around the room hauntingly.
Tate looked down at Jason, her eyes wide in evident fear. Tommy appeared beside Jason. Flicking his hand, he sent Tate flying across the room. She cried out as she landed hard on the cement floor where she rolled to a stop at the base of the shelves.
   Jason looked over to where Tommy had stood. He was gone. He looked back to Tate. Hate, anger, and fear filled him. Tate squired under Tommy.
So pretty. It really is a shame you have to die. He smiled wickedly and lightly drew his knife across her arm. A thin line of blood tricked from the shallow cut. Tate whimpered.
   "Tommy!" Jason didn't realize he had yelled it. Finding new strength in his anger, he rolled over, ignoring his shoulder's violent screams of pain. With one hand he pushed himself up and then stood.
   Tommy looked at him. Glaring Jason said in a low growl, "Bad boys go to their rooms. Mommy is usually the one to send them there, and luckily," he paused to slightly smile, "Yours is looking for you. Right. Now."
   The diminishing light started flickering. Elizabeth Norton appeared by Tommy. Disappointment was evident in her ghostly face.
"M-m-mommy?" Tommy stuttered sounding like a child who had pushed another child down the slide, and was getting punished for it. He sounded so real, so guilty, so young that Jason felt bad for him.
This is all your fault Jason. The temperature dropped as Tommy turned and looked at Jason, his face contorting into a glare. Mommy won't let me play anymore. A smile spread across his face. I guess mommy will have to go away. Again.
The devil child turned and touched his mother's hand. Staggered blotches appeared around them as the two disappeared.
Tate rolled over breathing hard. She stood up and ran over to Jason. All his anger drained and Jason's legs gave out. Tate just barely caught him.
Jason smiled weakly at her. A piercing scream split the air. It sounded like a tortured animal and seemed to electrify the air.
Little Tommy Norton appeared below the single lightbulb. Hate and rage seemed to roll off him in waves. He was flickering and the small light got ever dimmer. His bloody kitchen knife had been replaced with a large rusted dagger.
Tommy grit his teeth in pure hatred and his glare became so full of rage that Jason thought no one would ever be able to replicate it. Tommy's hand moved in a small, sharp flick to his right. Jason flew across the room.
Jason was pinned against the wall. His back against the rocky surface of where there were no shelves. Tate seemingly couldn't move. Tommy came across the room to Jason with impossible speed.
You. Ruined. Me. Fear enveloped Jason and he struggled frantically to get away from Tommy's unnatural hold on gravity. Tommy lifted the dagger. A blood curdling scream ripped out of Jason's throat as Tommy's knife sank through to the wall. Jason shook, and started to sweat as his hearing dimmed. He could barely hear Tate's scream of horror. Everything sounded really muffled and painful.
   Hot, sticky liquid poured from his stomach. His back was arched slightly and his whole body screamed in agonizing pain. The last thing he saw was Tate running towards him and someone running down the stairs.