Kidnapped

Chapter 13

Several hours passed while the trespassers sat at the fire, making barbecue and roasting the marshmallows. Sherry could see everything well from her cabin. She wasn't sure how much time has passed exactly, but she remembered for sure that when Jason left her cabin, it was half past two. She checked the time in her cell phone and found out that now it was already five, and the sunset was slowly approaching. So she continued watching what they were doing and listened with full attention.

"Ah... I love it here. This place is truly majestic," one of the girls, the auburn-haired one, spoke. "I mean, just look at all this nature, it's so beautiful, so serene. If there was an opportunity to buy a cottage here, I'd definitely done that."

"Yeah, Karlie, it's pretty, no one would argue about that. But have you heard about this place? It's rumored to be cursed," the second girl replied. This one had fair hair.

"Shelly, it's just a ghost story, there are many places in the world that have such. This is just one of them," the guy on the left from her said, hugging her shoulders. "Forget it and enjoy the time here."

"What kind of a ghost story?" Karlie asked. "I've never heard anything, as I'm not too much into legends, you know. Could you share it with us, Bradley?"

"Well, alright," Bradley said, taking a cigarette and lighting it. "There are rumors that in the end of fifties, 1957, I think, a boy drowned in this lake, and after a year two counselors were killed. The boy's name was Jason. As I've heard, he was ugly as shit. So, they closed the camp, and several attempts to open it failed. I don't remember what exactly happened, why they couldn't open the camp, but in the early eighties there was another attempt. And then the mother of this Jason went crazy and chopped all the counselors but one, who managed to behead that crazy old hag. And the legend says that Jason somehow came to life and witnessed his mother's death. He would take his revenge on the one who killed his mother and kill anyone who dares to step into the territory of Camp Crystal Lake, the place where we are now."

The others exchanged sights. The girl named Karlie somehow felt uncomfortable.

"Uff, that's one hell of a story," the other guy said. "I wonder if this Jason is still here."

"Nah, come on, Roy, don't tell me you believe in this crap," Bradley waved it away. "This is just a local urban legend. As I said, there are thousands of such stories around the States, not to mention the rest or the world. None of them should be taken seriously. So relax everyone."

Jason listened to the guy, clenching his fists. How dared this piece of shit step into his sacred land and call his mother an old crazy hag! Jason's whole body was literally shaking from the rage that filled him. Oh, he will make them suffer for insulting the memory of his mother!

Yes, Jason, kill them all! Punish them for mocking me and my special boy!

Jason nodded slightly. Mother approved his desire to chop up those bastards. He just had to wait until they split up and take them out one by one. Life has taught him what patience is, so Jason was ready wait as long as necessary.

Finally something was about to change. One couple stood up.

"Shelly and I are going to wander around a bit. Would you like to come?" Bradley asked.

"Um... no, thanks. We'll stay here for a while, if you don't mind. Karlie likes it here, by the fire," the second guy said.

"Well, your loss," Shelly replied, smiling. "Come on, then, let's go."

Oh, perfect, they are splitting up. That's what Jason was waiting for. He watched as one couple peacefully passed his hiding spot, suspecting nothing and disappeared from his sight. But he will find them, no matter where they go. These woods are his home. Maybe they will get into one of his traps, and that would be even better. So he followed them slowly and inexorably, like a true-born predator. He didn't have to wait long until...