Manhunt

Prologue

     Camp Crystal Lake, 1979

     "No! Jack! Get up!" I hastily tried to help him up, but Jason was walking too fast, I couldn't risk it. My selfish brain forced my legs to run to the main house, slamming the door and locking it. My worries and terrified mind began to search for a piece of a paper and a pen, frantically listening for signs of Jason.

     "Ahhh!!!!!" I heard my boyfriend's scream, followed by the sounds of blade hitting flesh, it was quiet enough to hear that from the house. 'Shit, I don't hear anything, he's coming, I know it,' I quiet ran around the house, and finally, a pang of relief hit me in the head- a pen and notepad, I can quickly write a message for the police to read later, after I'm gone.

     SNAP! CRUNCH! CRASH! I scribbled the note as fast as my hands could, eventually finishing my quick message, hiding it in a slightly opened desk. 'Now, for a place to hide,' my head moved all about the room, sounds of the door breaking down still coming through my eardrums. 'The bed!' my eyes set on a small bed, covers touching the wooden floor, perfect for me to hide under, and plus, the darkness of the room will help too.

     I slid under the bed carefully, holding my breath as I heard the heavy footsteps echoing in the house, the sounds of Jason's heavy breathing adding to the tension. 'Where is he?' my ears worriedly acted like sonars, attempting to pick up any sound. CRASH!!! My heart jumped at the sound of the window breaking, but more butterflies flew through my stomach when I couldn't hear any sign of Jason being in the house. Did he give up? Or leave? What if he's still inside? My breath couldn't be held any longer, I panted as my mouth opened for more air, my hoodie's sleeve covering my mouth as I tried to muffle the sound.

    CRACK...CRACK...SCREECH.

    Shit, he heard my panting, the only thing I could do was hope for the best, for Jason to not figure out where I was. PING PING PING! 'Shit! My phone!' An iron grip crunched into my leg, the force of the hold too strong for me to fight against. 'Shit! My phone wasn't on silent!' my face drew into a horrified face as Jason held me up in the air, his other hand gripping a machete. My legs kicked as hard as they could, but my efforts were useless, I could never break free of this killer. I shut my eyes as he pushed me against the wall, my final sights of the machete zooming towards my head. CRUNCH...CRACK.

     Hi guys! So yes, I've decided to have an attempt at a horror novel. Let me know what you guys think is going to happen in the first chapter! Have a great day, or night, wherever you are!