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Chapter 1: Suprise on an autumn day
Another day in this sweaty, mosquito-filled hell as you mumble to yourself not to fall asleep.
Cooking stew over a searing pot with a mix of onion, parsnip, and cheddar
The smell should be intoxicating, but it’s gotten so old it only makes you nauseous.
The high-pitched excitement from the children outside rages on.
And echoes through the walls of your kitchen
Though all you have to console you is a new shipment of vegetables coming in.
As you cut through the tears that the onions and minimum wage give you
A man is standing just outside of the kitchen window, or at least it is thought to be a man, as you can only see his looming shadow.
It almost looks as if he’s gripping the window frame.
You swallow your worry and go outside to confront him.
As you step into the outdoors with the fresh scent of fall in the air and children throwing around rocks,
You see that nothing is there. just the dried fall vines callously withering away as the maintenance man refuses to cut them away
But nothing in the shape of a man. You head back inside as you stumble upon a truck coming in, luckily with radishes instead of onions this time.
“Hey dude, I can’t park in the back; you’ve got that ugly van out back.”
You know that van? That’s your van.
“Sure, I’ll move it in one second.
As you go to get your keys in the rusted keyhole, you notice the children have shuddered away.
Finally a moment of silence for you
Moving the van was difficult but manageable, as it starts and stops seemingly every two seconds.
But as you come back, the guy is gone; he left his truck there just with a box in front of his car door with your name on it.
You bet it’s just some kind of sick prank that he’s planned on you so you’ll open it when you get inside, knowing it’s probably some kind of prank bomb, and there’s no need to contaminate the produce you just got, so you start packing away without the man’s help.
As you finally finish your work for the day and go into the quarters, Camp Crystal Lake is set up for you almost eerily perfect for a simple cabin.
You are living with three others, all counselors, but they seem to be busy partying in the cafeteria.
Just more of a mess for you to clean up.
Now to open the box that man left you, but as you look closer at it, you notice the grimy fingerprint on it too.
It’s like the guy hasn’t showered in days.
But as you open it, you get a glimpse of real horror and a little something else.
As you stare at the delivery guy's decapitated head, instead of shock and horror, you know what you feel.
hunger
You let your lips touch his as you take a bite out of them, savoring the taste of his blood like sweetened pennies.
Now you know to avoid the brain, but you continue to take tiny bites out of his head.
Lusting after the hunger you’re feeling, finally feeding a part of you that you didn’t know existed
You’ve bitten and taken out all of the man’s lips. As he tastes like cigarettes and pennies.
But it’s in a way that you just adore as you bite down on his tongue, savoring his taste.
But you hear that familiar noise of keys jingling, so you stuff his head back under your bed and rush to the bathroom to clean the blood off your face.
Should you be worried?
Is it really that big of a deal if it was just a few bites?
But here you sit, face doused in sink water, trying to clear your sins, yet for some reason throughout all of this you never questioned who severed his head.
Now worry can set in again because as much as I love the taste of blood
Who knows who could get killed next, and you know you're not putting the children at risk.
You realize you got all of the blood off of your face.
Now to just bury the head and get this over with as you see your roommates as they scowl at you as if they know.
“Yo dude, why does it smell like death in here? It absolutely reeks.”
“Hey, hey, hey, don’t worry. I just set a rat trap here in this box. I’m just going to go bury it, ok? The smell should be gone shortly.”
“How the hell do we even have rats, bro? This isn’t the city, and the only garbage in here is you.”
“Thanks, dude.”
You rush out of there so as not to hear any more sarcastic remarks from Johnny.
You go into the maintenance closet.
to find the shovel
and you approach the rusted blue doors of the gardening closet
But out of the corner of your eye, you see that man again.
This time in full view, no longer a large, hulking shadow; instead, you see this man.
Hockey mask on his face and dressed with his clothes barely fitting his buff frame
You spent so long admiring his frame you didn’t notice the machete in his grasp.
You noticed it a little too late.
as he gently drags it against your collarbone, but he lets go of it as he grabs you
Pulling up his mask to reveal a horribly marred face, his tongue, like a snake, creeps out of his mouth.
As he holds your face with his hands, squishing it together tightly
“Cute”
Are the only words he says as he locks lips with you and shoves his tongue down your throat.
It’s long enough to bellow down your mouth, and you almost gag as it feels like a wisp has invaded your throat his tongue almost 7 inches seemingly coating every part of your mouth
But you won’t deny that you enjoy it as you play with his tongue with your own
Almost like a twisted tango
but then with even less of a warning he lets go
“You taste well”
As he leaves out of the maintenance shed
You go to chase but just like last time there just nothing there except dry broken leaves and a tinge of blood
You don’t know what just happened but you do notice the head is gone
So you move on assuming that’s all he wanted to taste the blood on your teeth.
But for all you know there may be more to eat due to him so reporting him isn’t something you plan on doing as you head back to lie down.
“Dude what the fuck what happened to your neck bro”
As you look down to notice the shallow cuts the machete left on your collarbone
“Just ran into a briar don’t worry I’m fine”
Even with their continued complaints you go to your side of the cabin as you out of the window and drift to sleep
Cause you know the man standing on the other side likes your taste
Staring out of the window while your roommate sleep in the other rooms
You seem him calmly staring at you from the window outside making hearts in the window you decide to join him in this and over time you fall asleep against the glass as his pecs warm it from the other side
Drifting to sleep wishing you were in this mans tight grasp
Simply dreaming away of this man’s blood soak lumberjack like body
As he sits there his stare gleaming from underneath his mask feeling his hand caresses down your neck as your knelt in front of him
He latches his machete into your hand
And even though you know it’s only a dream you can still feel the tingling pain in your hand as he life the machete out
Just to begin to bite the wound his soft growling makes your heart weaken for him
You grab his away your and lead his to your neck so he can really feed.
But instead of slicing, you opened and started giving me hickeys lining down from my neck to my still-cut collarbone.
Leaving marks like purple wilted roses along your neckline to decorate you and biting little holes as well
Just to lap up the little blood that comes out
Now you realize you wish this wasn’t a dream; you wish you could just wake up and offer yourself up to him.
But knowing your luck, he would be gone again.
Even though you can still feel the heat from his body next to yours even in this state
You know that he will probably be gone, but you’ll find him; you know you will. It’s the only form of true love or any kind of love you have gotten in this life.