Chapter 11

Earlier that day, just as they entered into the house, Bennidict rushed into the motel's old office, and back into the parlor, where the base of operations was set up. "Ms. Donaldson," he said, walking up to the woman that was interviewing the kids earlier, sitting down, watching the broadcast. "Is he all set to go?"

"Yes," she said, lighting a cigarette. "But is it necessary to have Ben playing Norman?" He walked out, wearing a woman's periwinkle blue dress, and wearing a old gray wig, with a knife in his hand.

"How does this look," he asked, with a laugh. Ms. Donaldson took a drag of her cigarette, and looked to him. "Just fine. Now, scare the shit out of those kids. Yeah, we made sure that there be no camera in the basement, so you can enter in from the side door. It should be there, and closed. Just open it up, and go right into the house."

"And remember," chipped in Bennidict; "scare as many as you can to leave. We don't want more than at least three or four winning. Try getting that Jeremy kid and his girlfriend Jenny out, and that Keith faggot… they'll be easy prey."

Ms. Donaldson laughed at Bennidict. "I still wonder why that kid said the house burned down.

Bennidict laughed. "That's because it did."

Ms. Donaldson looked up to him, and tilted her head. "Excuse me?"

"Norman burnt it down back in 1990. However, for this production, we rebuilt it from the plans of the original house. Now, its bettered wired for out production… all cameras secretly hidden.

She looked to with and just shook her head.

Ben was already off toward the house, making sure to hide in cover, so anyone peeking out a window could not see. He slowly approached the side of this house, and went to the basement door, which was oddly left open. He just shook his head, and went down inside of it.

It was rather dark, and he could not see anything. He almost tripped down the stairs, as he came into the room.

He heard a noise, and turned around. There, behind him, was a tall man, who storied about two feet above him. He had a hockey mask on his face, and a ax within his hands. Ben looked to him, and laughed.

"This is Dangertainment 2, jackass, we don't go to Crystal Lake until episode-" by then it was too late. The ax was already in motion, and connected right onto the top of his head, and as Jason let go, the man fell to the ground. He dragged the body over into the back room, the fruit cellar. He heard a crash nearby, and quickly dug the ax out of Ben's head, picking up the knife from the floor, and escaping through the basement door. He closed them slowly, sliding the ax's handle through the door handles, locking the door in place.

At this point, Dirk was now just looking into the basement, and then taking his leave of absence to the kitchen for further investigation.

Chapter 12

Bennidict looked at his watch, and looked to Ms. Donaldson. "Can I trust you to watch things while I go out for the day?"

"Where are you going," she asked, looking to him with a glance of question.

"Press release about the show. I'll be back in time for the finale." He walked up to her. "Let me take the car… keep the van here."

She sighed, handing him her keys. "Do as you will." He slowly left, not seeing the form walking towards the office. He slowly climbed into the car, and took off down the highway road.

The tall form suddenly came upon the office, and walked in the doorway. He gripped the knife tightly, as he slowly walked into the parlor. He knocked over a vase, which broke, getting Ms. Donaldson's attention. She looked up, and her eyes widened. "Holy shit." She scurried towards the window, as the form came closer and closer to her. She slowly pushed herself through the window, and out.

But whatever was after her grabbed her foot, trying to pull her back inside. She began to kick at it, until a knife pierced through her ankle, as she let off a scream, which, at the same time, another scream was heard from the house. Jason's attention turned up, and she pulled herself out of the window. She struggled to her feet, and held herself against the side of the motel. She slowly began to walk toward the other side, where she saw a pay phone. However, she fell over, and heard a loud crash.

The beast after her had walked straight through the wall, leaving a gaping hole in it. She screamed again, and struggled to get away from this creature which was after her.

It came upon her, bending down, ripping out the knife, which took off her ankle and foot with it.

She attempted to let out a shrill of terror, but was unable to, as the mammoth creatures hand came down upon her neck, and lifted her up. She struggled and fought, but to little avail; he moved her forward, and to a part of the wall, and slammed her body into it. He then drew back the knife, stabbing right through her.

What Jason didn't know was that where he stabbed as an electrical outlet; her body began to be electrocuted, and shake wildly. Jason slowly moved back, his head tilting, as he watched this woman's body wildly shake this way and that

Her fingers twitched, as the box exploded; a large portion of her body exploded along with it, the matter and blood landing on Jason's tattered shirt. He bent down, picking up the knife from the ground.

The power now shut off in the motel; the signal to the broadcast shutting off almost immediately thereafter.

He turned his attention back to the house; he slowly began to walk toward it, ready to finish its inhabitants with his blade.

Meanwhile, up in Norman's old bedroom, Keith stood, still laughing. He heard footsteps, and shot around.

"Hello limp dick," said Dirk, who walked in, cracking his neck, and holding a pocket knife, which he quickly placed back into his pocket. "Its go time, asshole." He pulled his camera off his ear, dropping it to the floor, stepping on it.

"What the fuck do you want," said Keith, looking to him. Dirk stood right in front of him, and grabbed the camera off his head. He crushed it in his hand, and dropped what was left to the floor.

"What the hell-" he screamed at Dirk, but soon that was silenced, as a fist rammed into his gut. Keith grabbed his stomach, and fell to the floor.

"Do you really think its funny doing shit like that, making women cry?" He sent a kick right into Keith's face, Keith's head whip lashing backwards, and him falling flat down on the ground. He coughed up a bit of blood, as he rose up. Then a foot stomped directed on his back, as Keith's face smacked upon the hardwood floor.

Dirk grabbed Keith by the hair, and brought him up. Keith's mouth was bleeding severely; and his nose was running with blood.

Keith spit the blood into Dirk's face. "Oh, you little shit… now you're really gonna get it." Dirk drew back a fast, and decked Keith in the face, Keith falling backward onto the floor. He struggled to get up, as Dirk sent a kick straight into his gut, sending him back down to the ground.

"You try any shit like that again, and I swear, you're a dead man." Dirk wiped what was left of the blood off his face, picking up his camera, and sliding it back onto his ear. He quickly left the room, to rejoin his friends. Keith slowly got up, and turned around. The next thing he saw surprised him.

Now standing in the doorway was a man, in tattered blackened clothes, and a hockey mask, holding a knife.

"Who the fuck are you," Keith blurted, blood still flowing down his face onto his clothes. He turned to the door, trying to get past the man in the old hockey mask. "Move it!" The man did not budge. "Can you fucking hear me, you fucking idiot move!" He did not budge. Keith backed up, and sent a kick into the mans nuts.

He did move now, but not in the normal fashion as a man who was just nailed in the balls. Rather than fall down to his knees, grabbing his balls in pain, he drew back his arm, sending the knife blade through Keith's chest. Keith's eyes widened, as he let out a shrilled scream, which seemed to have fallen upon deaf ears. Jason pushed him forward, pinning the knife, and Keith, into the wall. As he was about to leave, Jason's attention turned toward an unexpected surprise; in Norman's old room, there was a dart board.

Jason slowly picked up the six darts in the board, and turned toward Keith. He drew one back, and threw it at Keith, the first one connecting into his shoulder blade.

At this point, Keith was still alive, and in immense pain. He struggled, blood rushing from his wounds.

As he was about to scream, Jason threw the second dart, it connecting into his throat, cutting off his voice commands.

Keith struggled, and the more he did, the wider the knife wound became in his body.

Jason drew back the third dart, throwing it just as a taste for revenge; straight into Keith's crotch. He gargled up blood into his throat, feeling the worst pain humanly imaginable.

Jason took the next two darts, and threw them at the same time; each one hitting into his eye balls, taking out his vision. Still, Keith would not die, his body flopped on the wall in a vain attempt to free itself from its entrapment upon the wall. He drew back the final dart, and in frustration, threw it, it penetrating straight through Keith's flesh, through his sternum, and directly into his heart, which upon impact, exploded within Keith's chest cavity. Keith's body stopped struggling. It moved no more. He was dead. Jason, content with this, left the room slowly, looking for his next victim.

Chapter 13

Dirk came down the stairs, and heard the sobbing from the living room. He slowly came in, and found Ashley, sitting on the couch, her head in her hands. He walked over to her slowly, and sat down beside her, looking to her.

"Are you okay," he asked.

She sobbed, wiping away tears from her face. "I'm okay," she said, turning to him. "Where were you, you said you'd just be a minute."

"I had some unfinished business." There was a scream from upstairs, and they both looked up. "Its Keith again," she said. "Should we go he-"

"Shh…" he said, kissing her now. She fought a little bit, and then got into it, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him down onto the couch. He broke the kiss, taking her hand, and helping her up.

"No one will see us down in the basement," he said.

"What about Keith," she said, looking to him with a bit of concern.

"Who cares? Its just another one of his dickbag pussy jokes."

She let on a huge smile. "Yes, I hope that cock sucker dies a horrid, horrid death."

They quickly ran through the hallway, dropping the cameras onto the floor, and rushing down the stairway.

As the door shut, a foot stepped upon one camera, crushing it. These feet slowly walked, and stepped upon the second camera, slowly walking next to the stairwell passage, looking down it.

Chapter 14

Jeremy slowly entered the kitchen, Jenny ever by his side. They examined the room, looking at it. The backdoor was wide open, and Jeremy took a peek outside, to see if there was anything wrong. "Its going to be dark soon," he said, looking as the sun began to set upon the Californian sky. He backed up, closing the door behind him.

He turned around, and Jenny was gone. His eyes widened a bit, as he quickly rushed into the living room, where she was. "Jenny," he said, with a bit of a sigh. "Don't scare me like that."

"Take a look at this," she said, holding a dusty old book out to him. He walked over to it, and read the title.

"'Norman Bates' personal journal.' Oh, there's no way that's the real deal," Jeremy said, dismissing the book almost immediately, and handing it back to Jenny. "That would've been found already by the cops, and you know that. It was probably set up by that guy, Bennidict… give himself a better show."

"You dismiss the realm of possibility too quickly," she said, turning around to him slowly. "This is supposed to be fun, a way to get away from the place of reality… and to do something new, and surprising, and maybe a bit scary, too."

"Yeah, well, I really don't like this place." Jeremy just looked around, at the place, as he heard a scream from upstairs.

"That's Keith," she said, getting up. "We should go check and see what's wrong."

Jeremy stopped Jenny from leaving. "I remember this saying… 'Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me.' You don't wanna get duped again, do you?"

"But, Jeremy… what if he's really hurt?"

"Was he hurt before? That jerk just wants attention. We don't give it to him, he'll stop, and return to a state somewhat where it can be called normal."

She sighed, and shook her head. "But we have to…"

He sighed. "Do you really wanna let him win over you again? Look, Jenny, I like you a lot… and I just don't wanna see you hurt, again, by that worthless scum."

She sighed once again, looking back up to him, and into his eyes. "All right," she spoke. "Can we at least read the journal and see what it says?"

"Of course," he said, with a bit of a smile. "That would be good."

She smiled, as they saw the other two leaving the room. They both sat down on the couch, and began to flip through the book.

Jeremy slowly flipped to the end, and began to back track through the blank pages. He found the final entry, which was dated for October 14th, 1986. Jenny began to slowly recite the passage, which was rather short in length.

"Mother,

I am leaving this book for you, and for you alone, to read. You must stop… killing. You've done it too many times… and you've tried to get me to kill for you.

But you know I'm stronger than you are… and you're just trying to get at me. I never killed Marion Crane, or that detective Arbogast, you did.

I may not have a sound state of mind, but I know what I am now; and that's not a killer. You're just trying to transform my mind again, into your mind… you did it once back 25 years ago, and I won't let it happen again. You know how much I've changed… and I know you know you can't take it.

I won't ever kill for you again, no matter what.

There will be no more deaths.

I will go to my grave, and make sure no one else suffers from either me, or you.

You killed Lila Loomis, and her daughter… that wasn't me, you told me that night you came.

But… no, it will no happen again. I said… this is where I take my stand, a stand against you. I am not crazy, mother… you're the one who's mad… but… then again… we all go a little mad sometimes… don't we mother? You know that as well as do… you're the person who told me that… remember Mother? What about all the other things you told me? You tried to force me to be you… well… I'm not you Mother! I'll never be like you! I'll never go crazy, not again! Twenty two years for your sins was enough… please mother… please… end this… please…

Mother, please… no one else. Let my death be the last person you force into the grave.

But… if you do continue… I promise… you will be my final victim.

Forever your son,

Norman"

Jeremy just shook his head. "That's bull shit," he declared, and then closed the book, leaving it on the couch, as he stood up. "Why would he leave his dead mother a note in a journal? Its implausible… this is all coming together all too conveniently, isn't it Jenny?"

She looked up to him, and rose, following close behind him.

"Look, Jeremy, its okay. I don't believe its real either… like Keith said… I believe, this house did burn down."

Jeremy turned around, and looked to her.

"Why would you believe that?"

"All this stuff… its too new. This house has the smell of sawdust, as though it was brand new. Not a dank smell of a house that was years abandoned. Yea, you are all right… this isn't the original house… but, we should wait it out, until the end, don't you agree?"

Jeremy nodded in agreement. "Yeah." The house's natural lighting slowly dimmed, as the sun set on the desert. Both Jenny and Jeremy turned on their flashlights, in order to get light. They stood up, discarding the old Journal, and began to head back up the stairs.

Chapter 15

Dirk and Ashley were now on the cold concrete floor, in the midst of having sex. Dirk was on top of Ashley, making love to her, as a loud crash came from the fruit cellar ahead of them. Alarmed, both of them shot up. Dirk stood up, and Ashley gathered her clothes up, and began to put them back on.

Dirk turned around to her. "Wait, Ash… where you going off to?"
"This was a bad idea," she said, putting back on her shirt. "I'm sorry… maybe some other time."

"Well fuck you, you god damn tease slut." She just looked to him, with a shocked face. "The only reason I came here was to get some pussy, and yours being as wide as it is, ruined the whole fucking thing for me. Get out of my face." With that, she quickly dashed up the stairs, and back up the second stairwell, up into the mothers bedroom. She slammed the door, and went over to the old bed, and fell down onto it, and began to cry to herself. Jenny and Jeremy, who were investigating the mysteriously locked old bedroom where Keith was, barley noticed her there.

Dirk, in the meantime, began to put his clothes back on. He looked to the fruit cellar, and slowly walked in, pushing the door open. The room was darkly lit, and he looked to his side, flipping a light switch, and closing the door behind him. A sputtering sound suddenly came as florescent bulbs slowly turned on.

Dirk then walked backwards, slowly.

On the ground, was the body of the technician he saw before, with a gaping hole in his head.

There was someone sitting in a rocking chair, just past him. He looked down to the dead body, and back up to the rocking chair. He slowly began to press forward, toward the chair. His hand gently outstretched, barely touching the chair with his finger tips. It slowly turned around, and what Dirk saw was a monstrosity. There, in the chair, was Shaniqua. Well, most of her, anyway. Her head was completely severed off, and in her lap.

Dirk's eyes widened, as he backed up, right into the door, looking in horror at the lifeless bodies strewn about in the room. Had his attention turned behind him, he may have seen the form behind him, a dark silhouette upon the glass of the door.

Two large arms smashed through the glass, leaving only shards upon the ground. Dirk didn't have enough time to scream, or even react; Jason pulled him through the door, as he attempted to kick and fight. But it was futile. Jason had a headlock around his neck, which he slowly began to squeeze. Dirk grabbed up for his arm, and began to pull and tug to free himself of Jason's power hold.

Jason just gave one last squeeze, his arm completely crushing Dirks throat. Jason let his grip go, and threw Dirk right through the door once more; it shattering into splinters of wood. Jason tilted his head, looking at the bodies in the small fruit cellar. His head returned to normal, as he turned back around, heading back up the stairwell, up into the first floor. He slowly pressed on, his agenda merely one thing; to kill anything and everything.

He pressed up the stairwell, which had been walked up many times by a serial killer with a knife. But this time… this one had no conscience… no moral regret… no way of being stopped. He just… was a monster. He walked up to the door of the room Ashley was in.