CHAPTER FOURTEEN

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The idea of violence didn't deter Nathan Kandell. He was lost. The horrors of the past was fuelling his nightmare; his panic attacks. Now, years later, those attacks came back to haunt him. As a kid, he grew up around Camp Crystal Lake, and had an image that disturbed him. Of Jason Voorhees, armed with a huge machete in his right hand, came towards him. Nathan screamed-but noone heard him. He noticed sweat on his forehead. He was alone in his house that was near the woods. He knew that his parents, Fay and Nate, Sr., didn't believe him when he said one night that he saw Jason Voorhees...

      "Just a dream, son", Nate, Sr., said.

      "Go back to bed", Faye said.

      The young Nate, then aged 5, was shivering. He had long, brown hair, brown eyes, and was small. He wore brown colored pajamas and was barefoot.

       He opened his bedroom door, that was down the long, eerie hallway, and caught the illumed lights outside; the illumed llight was also in his own bedroom. Even though he knew of The Boogeyman, this was worse than The Boogeyman. Because, deep in his heart, he saw evil. Jason Voorhees was real for him; very real.

         Nathan was now 35.

        His parents were long dead. But, to him, the nightmare of Jason Voorhees, continued to plague his mnd.

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