Kidnapped

Chapter 6

Sherry felt like she lost the ability to talk, so strong was the shock. Before her stood the man that, as she could already guess, was no other that the infamous Jason Voorhees. But part of her was still doubting if this was the real Crystal Lake Killer. What if it was just a copycat? Sure, she has watched several Friday the 13th films and knew about Jason, and even one of the films featured a copycat. But those films are just work of fiction, nothing of that is real. Sherry knew it would be childish to consider any of horror films to be actually real. Some were based on true events or inspired by them, but it was still fiction. And so was Jason. Or... was he?

Somehow Sherry had a bad feeling that the man standing in front of her wasn't some silly prankster. He was truly large and tall, and his skin was deadly pale. He wore trousers and a shirt which were old, tattered and dirty, and old dark jacket above it, and massive boots, but did he really have a choice to wear something different? Of course, he didn't. If he lives in the forest, there was no possibility to obtain new clothes. And if it really was Jason, he never cared about changing clothes, so much she knew from the films.

Several minutes passed in total silence while the young woman and the monsterman stared into each other's eyes. Only the sounds of his deep breathing broke the silence. He made no move, and Sherry understood that it was up to her to try her luck to start communication. It had to be done anyway, so the faster she began, the better.

"You... um... Damn it..." she stuttered from fear. "Are you... Jason? Jason Voorhees?"

The man was silent, but her question wasn't left without an answer, when he nodded. So it was true. Jason really existed. Sherry could only wonder if the film creators knew what they make their work about. If they did, why have they never mentioned about it? Then again, if they didn't, the coincidence was just astonishing. And if murders happened here, did the police know about it? Sherry guessed that authorities were hiding a lot from people, but why? It made no sense. People should be warned about the danger, and yet not a single word was ever mentioned about the real Jason and this place. Neither on TV, nor on the radio, and not even in newspapers. All of it seemed very strange.

"So... as I guess... we are now in the Camp Crystal Lake, right?" Sherry continued her questions. Jason nodded again. It seemed to him that this girl had no idea where she was, but she knew about him. He was curious about what she was going to do, he wanted to study her more. She was obviously afraid, but still tried to talk to him. Deep inside he even felt happy that someone was trying to communicate with him.

"Can you talk, Jason?" the young woman asked, although she knew from the films that Jason has never spoken a word, but she wanted to make sure if the real Jason was also mute.

Jason shook his head, which clearly meant "no". He was mute in real life, too. Sherry was lost in thoughts for moment, trying to think of something. She obviously couldn't communicate with him like with other people, but there is always a way. At least he understood everything what she said, and it was a large plus. And if she asked him such questions that can be answered with "yes" or "no", there was a chance to build up a dialogue.

"Erm... okay. Would you mind to have a little talk with me? I just thought... you're always alone here, so... maybe sometimes you had a wish to talk to someone?"

Jason didn't move and made no signs of replying. He tilted his head on the right side, like thinking about something. The girl was offering him to talk to her. It surprised him a bit that she wasn't trying to run and avoid him, but wanted to speak to him instead. Anyway, he liked this idea, so all he could do is nod.

"Well, thank you, Jason. I'm glad you agreed to talk to me," Sherry continued. "I would like to ask you a few questions... So... did you bring me here, to this cabin?"