It'd felt like an eternity since they'd left the car behind to return to Higgins' Haven to call for the mechanic as the young couple walk side-by-side along the dirt path through the woods with Chris' arm hooked around Nick's as he used his free hand to hold the flashlight so they could, at least, see where they were going. Their footsteps add to the cacophony of night sounds, Chris' eyes dart about; she was becoming quite uneasy.
"Could we move a little faster? This forest's creeping me out," Chris asked, Nick nodding and replying with, "Sure, just watch where you're going."
The two begin to jog, the beam from the flashlight bouncing all over the woods as they start to run.
Suddenly and, rather, unexpectedly Derek's foot got snagged under an overgrown root, twisting his ankle and causing him to fall forward, but avoided smacking his face against the ground with the use of his hands.
"Ah shit! Goddamn it!" He exclaimed, turning his head slightly to see Chris get down on her knees to help unsnag his leg from the thick root that was protruding from under the ground.
After untangling it Nick sat up, and saw that Chris was trying not to laugh, but was failing miserably, "What are you laughing at?" He asked with a smile, finding himself laughing along with her.
"Nothing, just wondering if it's you who should be watching where you're going instead of me," Chris answered, instinctively dodging out of the way of Nick's hand as he swiped for her, intending to pull her toward him for a sneaky kiss. "Come on, we need to hurry or else we'll never get out of this forest," she implied, climbing up onto her feet before helping Nick onto his, "Are you okay to walk on it?"
Nick nodded, "Yeah…yeah I think so," Chris allowing him to wrap an arm around her shoulders while she wrapped one around his waist, using herself as leverage. As soon as he stepped on it, a sharp pain shot up his leg, and he knew it was worse than he'd thought.
"We need to hurry you back so I can take a look at it. From the way you're standing on it, it doesn't look broken, but perhaps you've just twisted it badly. I won't know until I get a better look at it," Chris stated, trying her best to hurry Nick along, telling herself over and over that they weren't far from the cabin now, not wanting to stay in these woods another minute. A weird feeling was crawling over her skin, like the night she was almost taken by him.
It made her more determined to get back to the safety of her friends.
Back at Higgins' Haven, after a rather lengthy dip in the lake, Barry and Imogene returned slipping in through the back door into the kitchen, trying their best not to make too much noise, in case their friends had gone off to sleep.
"Ssh, be quiet. Don't wanna wake the others," Imogene whispered before her lips were captured by Barry's in a passionate kiss, leaning against her, manoeuvring her backward until the small of her back hit the kitchen table. He then proceeded to lift her up, and sit her on top of it before helping her lay back as he ravaged her skin that was exposed with his lips and tongue.
"Oh God…your tongue, babe…" she moaned, her arms over her head so she could hold onto the edge of the table, the pleasure of such a simple act too much for her, "…we'd best take this upstairs or else we might get caught."
Barry emerged from kissing her bellybutton, a cheeky grin on his face as he replied, "I dunno, might be kind of a turn-on to have someone walk in on us," he then hinted with his us, to which Imogene can't help, but laugh when the lights suddenly go out.
"Ah shit!" Barry cursed, extremely annoyed that a power cut had now spoiled their fun, pushing himself off of Imogene while she righted herself as she climbed down off the table. "I'd better go check if the fuse-box's shorted out; Chris said it's in the basement, right?"
Imogene nodded, "Just hurry it up, okay? With everyone upstairs or god-knows-where, this place's pretty creepy when the lights are out and no-one else's around," she added, a chill running up her arms, her hands instinctively rubbing up and down them in order to get rid of it.
"I won't be 5 minutes, babe. Just make yourself a drink, and I'll be back before you know it."
He then opened up the basement door, grabbed the flashlight that lay on top of the kitchen counter, and proceeded to walk down the steps, slowly mind you as he really didn't want to break his neck just after having an amazing swim with his girlfriend in the lake, with promises of more to come when he got back.
The wooden stairs were cold beneath his bare feet, some were even splintered, but Barry was careful not to put too much pressure into every step so as not to get splinters. Those things were annoying as shit to get out!
Once he was at the bottom, he switched the flashlight on, and pointed it at all four corners of the room, eventually finding the fuse-box fixed to the furthest most wall on the other side. Making his way carefully toward it, he opened it up, and quickly deduced that the main switch must've flipped somehow, flipping it back on.
"Well, that wasn't too hard to figure out," he replied to himself, not knowing that Jason was approaching from within the darkness, having used the steps from outside to gain entry, not the front way or else Imogene would've seen him, and caused one hell of a riot.
As soon as Barry turned around, his flashlight seemed to point right at Jason, who was standing right behind him, appearing as though he was seven feet tall (he was actually 6'5"), and wearing Shelly's hockey mask to scary effect. Barry didn't even have time to react before a huge hand gripped him tightly by his forehead, feeling as though his head was just placed in a vice. In one swift movement, Jason then proceeded to bash Barry's head against the fuse-box several times until his head was just a mixture of blood, brains, and bone. With the fuse-box now inoperable, and Barry limp in Jason's grasp, he tossed him to one side, when screaming was brought to his attention. It sounded like it was coming from the kitchen, belonging to the girl who was obviously this guy's girlfriend, who now laid motionless, blood protruding from his smashed skull.
Jason took one look at his handiwork, and proceeded to disappear back into the shadows, knowing full well that she'll have to come down here to search for her boyfriend. (CH CH CH AH AH AH)
While Barry was below searching for the fuse-box, Imogene was in the kitchen, calming herself down by making herself a nice cup of cocoa, settling her rump against the kitchen table while she waited for the kettle to start whistling at her.
She appeared to be in a world of her own when the backdoor suddenly flew open, causing her to jump out of her skin, and scream at the top of her lungs. The thought of waking everyone up wasn't clearly on her mind as she looked to whatever it was that had opened the door.
It was Shelly, wearing a black wetsuit, and with his throat slashed, blood seeming to pour out of the wound. He appeared to be gasping for breath, his hand clutching at his throat, but Imogene was not easily fooled.
"Oh Shelly, you fucking scared me half to death, you stupid shit!"
Shelly didn't move, he'd stopped moving the second he'd opened the door, sat up against it, blood coming out his mouth as well as his throat.
"Come on Shelly, this shit's not funny anymore!" Imogene exclaimed, walking over to him, and kicking him in the leg, "Get up Shelly, are you even listening to me?!"
Still nothing. Something in Imogene, call it women's intuition or just a gut feeling, was telling her that this wasn't one of his bonehead tricks, and that he could actually be lying there, dead. He can't be? He's just playing a stupid trick? He must be! She asked herself as she knelt down beside him, and hesitantly reached for his wrist to feel for his pulse, not his neck as it was covered with blood, and found that he had none.
What?! The sudden realization caused her to fall back onto her ass, crawling away as far away from the corpse as she could before using the kitchen counter to climb to her feet, standing by the open cellar door, and proceeded to shout, "Barry! Come quick! Shelly's dead!"
Not waiting for him to answer back, Imogene hurried out of the kitchen, slipping over in her own haste, before clambering up the stairs screaming, "Ginny! Debbie! Andy! Wake up! Shelly's dead!"
Reaching the top of the stairs, she didn't even notice the trail of blood leading into Debbie and Andy's bedroom as she scurried into the bedroom occupied by Ginny and her little one, Brandon. Pushing the door open, she approached the bed and was about to wake her up when she quickly noticed that she wasn't in it.
"Ginny?" She asked, more to herself than anyone else, wondering where the hell she could've got to. Turning around, she headed straight for the baby's crib, and found Brandon not inside it either. "What the hell's going on here?" She whispered, before hurrying back out.
While Imogene was upstairs trying to find her friends, Jason had already disposed of Barry, and was now on his way up the cellar stairs, and into the living room. Someone had previously stoked the fire; the poker they'd used still lodged inside it, nicely heating it up for Jason to use on his ill-fated victim upstairs. Grabbing the handle Jason pulled it out of the fire, the hook red hot and sizzling before returning to the cellar as he had an inkling that she might come down there to check up on why her boyfriend hadn't replied or showed up yet, and that was when he'd strike from the shadows.
"Where are you guys?!" Imogene called out, deciding to go back to Barry to tell him that everyone had all disappeared before she did anything else.
"Barry? Barry, what's taking you so damn long? We need to get the hell out of here!"
No answer. She peered into the darkness and, even though her conscience was telling her to just drop everything and leave the house immediately; she needed to know if Barry was okay. Picking up the kerosene lamp situated on the counter beside, she lit it up and held it in one hand while she grabbed a large knife with the other before venturing gradually down the cellar steps.
As they were wooden, they creaked under her slight weight, Imogene steading her breathing so she could listen out for any noises that would reveal Barry's location or perhaps the killer's. Oh shit, what am I doing?!
Once she'd reached the bottom, she panned the lamp left and right trying to get a better view of the cellar, and noticed something up against the wall. It was the fuse-box.
"Barry? Barry, please…please answer me!" Imogene whispered out loud, not realizing in the slightest that Jason was watching her every move within the shadows, waiting for just the right moment to strike. (CH CH CH AH AH AH)
She was just a couple of feet away from the fuse-box when she saved herself from tripping over something, the kerosene lamp nearly slipping from her grasp. She manoeuvred the lamp to see what she'd tripped over, and automatically jumped back when she found it to be Barry, his face smashed to a bloody pulp.
"Huh! Oh my god!" she whimpered, immediately running for the stairs when something big moved in its way.
Imogene screamed, raising the lamp up to see whoever it was better, and saw that he was wearing Shelly's mask, proving to her that he was his, Barry's, and probably everybody else's killer.
"Stay back, motherfucker!" she cried, slashing him with the knife, but he was too quick, dodging left and right, slashing at her with the red-hot poker he'd acquired in the living room.
Imogene finally hit home when she managed to slash him across his side, Jason grunting in pain, reaching for the wound with his empty hand while leaving her to make a break for the stairs. She reached them, but Jason was amazingly quick, plunging the poker forward as she clambered up them, managing to stab it into the back of her left foot.
"AAAAAAHHHHH!" She bawled, the red-hot iron frying around the skin where it penetrated, causing her excruciating pain she'd never felt before in her entire life. As he made a grab for her, Imogene counteracted with a hard kick to the face, knocking Jason off the stairs, and right through the old furniture that had been stored right next to it.
Imogene used every ounce of strength to crawl back up the cellar stairs, still holding the knife, but having dropped the lamp as it was useless to her now anyway. Reaching the top, Imogene limped her way around, and through the living room, en route to the front door, trying her best not to put pressure on her injured foot. Opening it, she was just about to walk out when Jason grabbed her hair tightly, almost ripping it off her head, before spearing the poker right through her stomach, still hot from the fire as it sizzled through her flesh like a knife through butter.
"AAAAAGGGGHHH – ugh!" She screamed out, coughing up blood as he forced it in more until it was right to the hilt. She could see it, iron metal coated with her blood and innards, before taking her last breath, and blacking out.
Jason pulled the poker back out, and threw it away, allowing Imogene to fall to the floor, dead. Her blood began to seep out of her wound as it began to make a small puddle around her mid-section. He looked down at his art before picking her up, and taking her to the others. Now it was only the three of them left now, and then it'd be all over, Mama.