Freddy vs. Jason vs. Ash

The Fall of the House of Freddy

David stumbled over the downed limbs as he made his way away from Jason's bloody rampage. He had escaped the masked maniac at least twice already and didn't like the prospect of becoming his next victim! Things weren't looking all that great, either! He hadn't found Carrie at all and hadn't heard from Jarvis since he had given the order to run. What if he had accidentally caused Jarvis' death?

The woods became more and more dense; branches tore at his skin and face as he ran full speed through the foliage. Finally, he stopped to catch his breath and nearly collapsed as he gasped for air! With each deep breath he took, the cold air filled his lungs and made him choke even more! Eventually, he caught enough of his breath that he could lift his head; when he did, he spotted a small shack in the distance.

Inside, he could see yellow light glowing faintly. He gathered what little of his strength remained and limped over to the rundown shack. As he got closer, he could smell something foul in the air around the shack, which looked to be made of sheet metal and driftwood. He reached the door and gently pushed it open; the smell overtook him and nearly made him vomit!

He was also aware that the shack was significantly warmer, so he pushed his nausea aside and stepped inside. Once he stepped into the main room, he found the source of the heat: an altar with dozens of lit candles decorated around the severed head of a woman and a dirty, torn, blue sweater.

"What the...?" David stared at the altar, somewhat perplexed. "This is Jason's shack! It's real!"

The head was old and decaying, with short grey hair and the face frozen in an expression of sorrow. David approached the head in wonder. The head had to be thirty-something years old and yet it looked incredibly well-preserved!

His eyes darted around the room and beheld a gruesome sight: bodies everywhere. There were some on the ground, some on the walls, and even one on the ceiling. Blood was splattered on everything, and there were what looked like severed hands lying all over the ground with long blades poking out from underneath the fingernails!

David looked down and saw a small scrap of paper. He bent over to pick it up and saw it had strange writing on it, then suddenly recognized it as a page from the Necronomicon!

He picked it up and examined the writing. None of the markings were familiar to David, which didn't surprise him since it was written in a long-lost language. But as he examined the page, the words began to flutter and morph, moving around almost like a kaleidoscope until they looked like barely-legible chicken-scratch English.

David read the entire page to himself as if reading an instruction manual.

"Demonic Expulsion?" David read the title aloud, and an idea suddenly clicked in his head!

"Now, what have we here?" Krueger taunted as he circled Carrie. She stood in the middle of the floor with the book in her hands.

"Sweet Carrie pie," he laughed. "I'm so glad you saved that cherry for me!" He opened his mouth and a long tongue rolled out. Freddy began licking Carrie's face. Carrie twitched as the tongue snaked its way across her face.

"I can tie a knot in a stem with this bad boy. Just wait until you see what I can do with a girl's... Oof!"

Carrie kicked her knee up into his crotch, sending Krueger reeling backwards! "I don't know where you're getting your information from, you sick bastard!" Carrie screamed at him before adding with a wry smile, "But my cherry got eaten long ago!"

Krueger back handed her with his clawed hand, causing four tiny cuts to appear on her cheek.

"You're just a department store tease, aren't you?" Krueger growled. "So, you wanna play, bitch? We'll play..." Carrie clutched the book tightly as Freddy approached. "How about 'Skin the Cat?' Ah-hahahaha!"