Deadly Romance

By Dr. John Smith

Samara Morgan was in her well sleeping when she heard a scream and a slash. She looked up and saw blood splat into the well and a body fall down it. She climbed up and saw a man in a tattered green jacket and a ripped black shirt and a hockey mask. She felt a beat in her chest… something she hadn't felt in years. He stared at her a moment and walked away.

-Hanniger mine-

Harry warden drove his pick axe into a poor helpless teenager for the fifth time that night; he was sick of how these stupid teens always got into his mines. He turned around to see Samara; he immediately jumped back in surprise "Jesus Morgan! Warn a guy before you creepily show up next time!" he shouted.

"Sorry Harold." She said innocently.

Harry held his hand on his chest like he just had a heart attack "So what is it you need?"

"I need help… with a guy."

He walked up to her and put a hand on her shoulder "To the diner.

-Valentine's Bluff diner-

Harry and Samara sat in the diner as she noticed people were backed away in fear "Harold why do people fear me?" she asked.

He shrugged as he removed his miner mask; Harry without his mask could pass for balding, he had hair there just wasn't a lot of it. "Maybe because you're dead and come out of T.V's saying 'seven days'" he said the last part in an impression of her when she leaves the T.V. in truth Samara wasn't at all a bad girl; just had a really bad occupation. One day Harry had found the tape in one of his victims hands and took it back to the mines to watch it, there he met Samara and since then they had a father daughter relationship. "In all seriousness Samara; who is this guy?" he asked.

Samara blushed as a waitress walked up "So Mr. Warden your T-Bone and beer and Miss. Morgan your regular coke." She said as she handed them the items, "Thanks Alice!" Harry said happily as she walked away. Samara smirked "What?"

"Nothing." She said.

"So what's this guy's name?" he asked and began to list names "Tommy Jarvis? Ash Williams?"

She chuckled "No it was a guy in a hockey mask." The sound of that Harry dropped his fork and knife "What is it Harold?"

"Nothing… did this guy have a tattered green coat and a black shirt?" she nodded "Did he also have a neck clamp with a broken chain?" she nodded again "Axe wound in the mask?" another nod "Jason." He mumbled.

"What was that Harold?" she asked; taking a sip of her coke.

"The man that has swooned you was a man by the name of Jason Voorhees." He took a bite of his steak "A mass murdering psychopath who has a face only a mother could love."

She pondered this "What about Myers? Isn't his face ugly?"

"No he has a normal human face. Voorhees on the other hand, I haven't seen his face but I have heard stories that he has no lips, and a corner of his mouth is missing."

She shivered "That's gross… and yet kind of hot."

Harry spat his beer out "Ok didn't need to hear that!"

She chuckled "So what should I do?"

He sighed "I'd say talk to him but he can't talk."

She hung her head "Don't worry Sam, I got a plan." They chuckled

I really had to wrote this down. Based on some drawings I made.