After he'd put Ginny in the barn with the others, Jason trekked back to the house, machete in hand, ready to strike those that were left inside. Sneaking back through the front door, Jason could hear a couple upstairs, sounded like one of them, at least, was in the shower.
"Hey Deb? Can you hear me?" Andy asked from the other side of the door, slipping on a pair of jeans, and nothing else.
"Barely."
"I'm going downstairs to get a beer before Barry and Imogene get back, and drink the lot. Do you want one?"
"What?" She asked, finding it hard to hear him, what with the door closed, the water pattering against her skin and the bottom of the bathtub, and the shampoo suds in her ears.
By now, Jason had reached the top of the stairs and, before anyone could spot him, used the shadows to disappear out of plain sight. (CH CH CH AH AH AH)
As Debbie luxuriated in the soap and hot spray, she remained blissfully unaware of the fact that the door to the bathroom was gradually opening, an ominous, looming figure appearing from behind it, and moving slowly toward the shower curtain.
At that precise moment, Debbie heard a banging noise, and immediately asked, "Andy? Is that you?" She couldn't open her eyes because of the soap and the spray. There was no response. Concerned, she wiped the soap from her eyes, and when she could open them, she saw a shadowy figure poised right in front of the plastic curtain. Quickly, she reached out and ripped it aside…to reveal a pair of feet and jean-covered legs staring back at her. It was Andy, walking on his hands, which he seemed to like doing every moment he could get.
"Do you want a beer or not?" He asked, not seeming to care in the slightest that he'd just scared the shit out of his girlfriend, who actually found it pretty funny, laughing to herself, and breathing a sigh of relief before answering, "Yeah, sure, whatever."
"Okay babe, back in a minute." And then he was off back out of the bathroom, and into the hallway, leaving Debbie to close the door behind him, and return to her warm shower.
As he walked along the landing on his hands, whistling an upbeat tune as he went, he couldn't see that Jason had been hiding in the shadows, machete held tightly in his palm, ready for just the right moment to strike without his victim drawing attention to himself. (CH CH CH AH AH AH)
"Andy…Are you still out there?" He could hear his girlfriend calling from the bathroom, stopped at the head of the stairs and pivoted 180°, turning head-on into Jason's black boots. Instinctively, he looked up. Standing in front of him was a hulk of a man in dirty overalls, wearing Shelly's white mask, with a machete poised over his head.
Before Andy could even scream, let alone react, the machete was thrust down between his legs, slicing through his upside-down body. Andy's ghastly scream reverberated as he toppled backward down the spiral stairs, leaving behind a trail of blood and entrails. When Andy eventually landed at the bottom, lifeless, his legs had ended up on either side of him, twisted into unnatural angles, blood continuing to seep from the huge incision that Jason had made with his machete.
Jason took his time stepping down the stairs, his floor creaking under his weight, his footsteps sounding almost like thunder as it was so quiet. Jason then dragged Andy's halved corpse up the stairs and back into the bedroom, all the while hearing the sound of his victim's soft flesh squelching along the floor before closing the door behind him. (CH CH CH AH AH AH)
While this was all happening, Debbie, however, was completely oblivious to Jason's murderous activities, thanks to her singing softly to herself, as well as the pitter-patter of the water hitting against the bathtub. When she finally finished, she shut the water off, reached out for her towel and wrapped it around herself.
Drying herself off, she suddenly heard a banging noise coming from the adjoining bedroom, and thought that it must've been Andy returning with the beers from the kitchen. "Andy? On second thoughts, you can have my beer. I don't want it."
Humming to herself again, she finished drying herself, and put the towel on the rail to dry before wrapping herself in her nice, fluffy, warm bathrobe. Swinging open the bathroom door, Debbie could see that there was no-one in sight. Andy hadn't returned from the kitchen so what made that banging sound?
Returning to the hallway, Debbie approached the staircase and shouted down, "Andy? Don't bring me up a beer? Do you hear me?" No response. She shouted again, but just loud enough so it didn't wake Brandon, "Andy! Answer me! I hate it when you don't!" But there was still no answer.
Severely pissed off, she was about to storm back into the bedroom, and slammed the door shut, but something caught her eye. Something coloured dark red or more efficiently, crimson had trailed along the floor and lead right into the bedroom. At first glance, she thought it was paint, but looking at it closer, she could see that it was actually...
Blood…? She asked herself, reaching out with one hand, and faintly touching it with her fore finger, the blood feeling barely warm to the touch. All of a sudden, a thought entered Debbie's mind, and she immediately smiled, sniggering to herself, "Very funny, Andy. Did Shelly put you up to this? This blood looks very authentic, by the way, but I'm not buying it! You're just gonna have to do better than that!"
She wiped the smudged essence of blood off her finger onto her dressing gown, and headed back to the bedroom, "Now hurry up, and get your ass in this bed, hammock I mean," she quickly corrected before looking into her suitcase for her book, the latest one from Stephen King, all the while not knowing that Jason was hiding behind the screen women usually used to get dressed behind in. (CH CH CH AH AH AH)
Then she heard it. It was soft at first, if it hadn't been so quiet, Debbie never would've heard it. A creaking sound like someone opening an door ever so slowly or someone stepping on a floorboard, and it instantly brought chills up her spine.
"Andy?" She asked, her voice sounding a little shaky as she was starting to get scared now, "Shelly? Stop screwing around, it's not funny!" And as soon as she said that, something fell from the rafters above, and Debbie instantly spun around to look, coming face to face with Andy's halved corpse as it dangled from his innards.
Debbie let out a high-pitched scream as Jason used his strength to throw aside the screen that he was hiding behind, wielding his machete overhead in a bid to slice her with it.
Thinking fast, Debbie spun on her bare heels and ran for the door, shutting it behind her, but finding that there was no lock on this side. "Fuck!" she exclaimed, forgetting about the door, and hurrying toward the stairs when a thought entered her mind. Ginny and Brandon are still in their room! Her voice informed her, taking just a few seconds to backtrack and run in the opposite direction of the stairs, toward their room situated at the far end of the hallway.
Hearing Jason opening the door to her and Andy's bedroom, Debbie had no time to knock to see if Ginny was awake, and rushed inside, closing and looking the door behind her.
Turning around, she found the place to be in total darkness, except for the light that was coming from the small lamp that was beside the bed. Furthermore, Ginny wasn't in her bed. Has he already killed her? If so, did he also kill…? She couldn't continue, hurrying over to his cot to see if it was true, but to her surprise, Brandon was still asleep in his cot, not woken up by all the commotion.
She still couldn't believe how this baby boy could sleep through anything, and not even flinch. However, this short moment was suddenly interrupted by a loud banging on the door, and a jiggle of the handle. Looking around for a weapon of any kind that she could use, she found it in the shape of the baseball bat that Ginny had used earlier to almost bash Shelly's skull in when he played that horrible prank on everybody.
Grabbing it, she quickly hid inside the wardrobe beside Brandon's cot, and shut the door behind her, but made sure to leave a small gap so she could see through it, and get the drop on him when she had the chance.
A second later, the bedroom door was vigorously kicked open, it banging hard against the wall beside it, this finally waking Brandon up from what felt like an eternity of sleep. The sudden noise scared him, causing him to cry out for his mother to soothe him, it drawing Jason's undivided attention. He slowly approached the cot, the machete dangling by his side, his footsteps trudging toward Brandon, his head tilting to the side as though trying to understand what he could be.
Inside the wardrobe Debbie could see that the killer was looking suspiciously at little Brandon, but he was making no attempt in ending his life, but she couldn't take any chances. With one hand holding up the bat overhead, ready to attack, and the other reaching out for the doorknob, Debbie took a slow, deep breath.
In one quick succession, she rushed out of the wardrobe, screaming out, "Don't you fucking touch him!" at the top of her voice before swinging the bat so hard against his stomach, he keeled over onto his knees, grunting at the sudden attack. Lifting the bat once more, Debbie whacked Jason again, this time to the back of his head which knocked him to the floor, unconscious.
Thinking no more about it, Debbie dropped the bat, and lifted Brandon, who was still crying, out of the crib, holding him close to her chest. Now she just needed to get to the van, and get Brandon to safety. She couldn't think of anything else except for the small bundle in her arms.
Leaving the bedroom Debbie hurried along the hallway, avoiding looking at Andy's hanging corpse in their room, and down the stairs, not looking back for a second.
Reaching outside, she saw the van immediately in front of her, and rushed to the passenger side, opening the door to place Brandon on the seat before heading to the driver's side. However, just as she turned to run around the van, Jason was there, mask in her face, and the machete in his hand.
Before she could even scream, let alone react, Jason shoved it straight through her stomach, the blade protruding out her back. It felt like she was on fire, he pushed it in even more, and it caused blood to rush up, Debbie coughing it up. She was so close. So close to getting her and Brandon out to safety…now…now it was too late.
Her legs buckled from the growing blood loss, causing her to fall to her knees as Jason pulled the machete back out, her blood coating it in deep crimson. He then grabbed her vigorously by her hair, and proceeding to drag her back into the house, her screams loud in the silence. She tried to put up a fight, clawing and punching at Jason's hand or anything she could lay her hands on, but it was no use.
As he pulled her inside, all she saw was the back of the van and the disheartening thought that Brandon was still in there, scared out of his mind, with no-one to comfort him. That was when Jason took his machete, and gorged it through her throat, silencing her screams and stifling her moments as he continued to drag her up the stairs to finish what he'd started…