Jason woke up in his cabin, realizing he was alive. But how? Getting up, he saw several balls of paper on the floor and followed them, eventually finding himself at a door that clearly was not part of his cabin. Opening it, he found himself in a long white tunnel, and eventually found himself in a large circular room. To his surprise, there were many others there, of all different shapes and sizes. "Well, looks like you finally showed up. You must be Mr. Voorhees."

Jason cocked his head in confusion, it was really the only way to express that he was confused.

"Oh, yes. I forgot that you were mute, but I heard you know how to right well enough to communicate. Here." He handed Jason a journal, "Use this, we'll teach you some sign language before the day is out. I'm Norman Bates, the boss of this place is a friend of mine."

Unsure of what to do, Jason took the man's hand and shook it, then followed him over to the chairs that were set up in either pairs or a circle. It surprised him when Norman directed him to sit in one of the chairs set across from each other, and there was a man in a mechanic suit and mask there. "I don't understand." He wrote.

"Oh, this is Michael, he's also mute. He'll show you how to do sign language, it'll be easier for you considering you can relate."

As Norman walked off, Jason was unsure of the person sitting across from him, but stared the man in the eyes, and held up the notepad, "Where am I?"

"Your guess is as good as mine." Michael wrote, "It's torture here, but at least we get to talk to people who won't judge us."

"Is everyone here a killer?"

"Or a monster, one of the two. Just a fair warning, The Shadow will sneak up on you without warning."

"The Shadow?"

Michael nodded, "Almost like a shrink, but never says anything, just stares at you. Freaky critter, none of us have figured it out."

Jason suddenly felt the temperature drop, and realized that something, or rather someone was looming over him. It was a dark figure, two yellow orbs in the dark mist that made up its form stared at him emotionlessly, then it was gone as quickly as it had come. "Was that?"

"Yes, it-"

Suddenly their conversation was interrupted by a voice Jason knew all too well, "Hey, Bitch, I thought I left you in Hell!" He turned to see Freddy Kruger there, and grabbed his machete, this bastard would not get away with mocking him. Standing up, he looked to Michael, and the man just shrugged. Getting chest to chest with the Springfield slasher, Jason glared at him through the mask, while Freddy looked at him from under his fedora, "You going to finally scream for me?"

Jason quickly cut Kruger in half, having no desire to listen to an arrogant asshole, "Impressive." He turned to see Norman, "So he wasn't lying about a feud or vendetta you two have against each other.

A few hours later, Jason was getting ready to leave, completely fed up with trying to learn the sign language, but a now had a general knowledge of it. Suddenly, the temperature dropped again, and the shadow appeared a bag in hand. "Take this."

Jason looked at it, skeptical of the bag, but saw that it was a bag of journals, "Why?" He signed.

"You may come when you please, but if you wish to remain alive as I have raised you from your death, you may write your thoughts here. It will allow you to develop your own sense of mind, rather than remain under the control of your mother."

January 21st 2000

It feels odd to write this…. Oh, who am I kidding, I've never really wrote down my thoughts before, or even had my own. Mother always guided me to what is needed, and I've always preferred it that way, so this feels weird. How do I state this? This is a new experience, I guess? It's just weird that this is something she won't be able to see, or read, where I can express my own mind. But that'll take me a while to find out, I swear, I'm not even sure Mother will allow it. She's already getting suspicious….

February 1st 2000

Well, next entry, once a month should be good. However, I likely won't forget what happened between Mother and that shadow, I've never heard such fear in Mother's voice before. The thing doesn't even seem to have a physical body or presence, almost as if you could walk right through it, but its eyes would still follow. Took out some teens the other day, having a group party, all screwing each other left and right. I don't get the point, why do it if it damns you to Hell?

Looking back, I probably shouldn't have spared that one kid, but she was screaming at them to stop. I don't think a pre-teen deserves to die either, there's still time to change. Fuck, this still seems weird, having your own sense of mind is foreign to me, but it's actually nice. I can figure out my own strategies rather than getting myself into a situation I can't get out of, it's a safer bet, and it's kind of fun to make out a plan of attack….

February 12th 2000

Maybe this isn't as bad as I thought, I've actually done some thinking, and gotten a box to keep all these journals in, if I didn't it would be too obvious that someone lives out here. Funny thing happened, turns out I'm not the only one who hates Freddy, Michael does too. Actually, it seems like almost everyone there has tried to murder him once or twice. Good talking to them though, they understand some things, and have helped me understand what's called a conscience.

But there's still problems, the cops are nosing around after I let that kid go, but haven't found anything. I'm going to lay low for a while, I suppose that's why I'm writing this now, while I'm bored out of my mind. Part of me feels slightly lonely out here. I mean Mother is here with me, btu there's not really anyone I can talk to that has their own mind, rather than what I was raised with. It's impossible though, isn't it? Serial killers don't get their happily ever after…

March 25th 2000

Back after a while, long day ahead, group of fifty, well, now forty-six to take out. I took out four of them on a boat, easy one as I was able to tear off the motor and pulverize their bodies with it, only problem was the bloody mess it left on the boat. People will find it eventually, always fun to scare them so they'll run faster. I think I'll take a chance and go on a spree; I can indulge every once in a while. But first I have to destroy the cars, they can't be allowed to leave or tell anyone about me… I could probably just take the keys though, breaking the glass won't hurt me, nor would a gun now that I think about it.

March 26th 2000

Well, it was certainly a surprise to find out those trespassers had that many weapons, I've got holes all over me. Got some interesting things out of it, weird objects they tried to hit me with, but I have no idea what they are. I guess I'll just keep them in a box in that old cave I hid from bullies when I was little, not as if anyone is willing to go that deep int the forest with the stories of me going around now, but you never know how stupid teenagers can be. Horny teens are idiots, they can never keep their hands off each other, and don't think straight.

Some aren't that bad though, they have their heads on straight and usually are the ones who have issues with others, those ones tend not to say anything. It almost seems like a weird type of respect…

Jason sat in the room, working on the sign language, but still struggling. "This stupid."

"Nice shot, but nope." Michael signed back, "Try again."

"Why? I suck at this."

"You got that one well enough, now try again."

"No, this-"

"You two look like idiots. It's always easy to tell what this bitch is thinking," he pointed at Jason and began to laugh, "he can't hide anything!"

That pissed Jason off, he'd beaten Kruger once, and wasn't hesitant to again. But this time he knocked the man to the floor and began kicking him, but was surprised to see that Michael joined in. "Geez! No need to team up on me you assholes!"

"They've got every reason." A girl in a bloodstained prom dress walked up, "You bring these things upon yourself."

"God damnit, help me Bitch, use your mind powers or something!"

The girl frowned, "Fuck you." Then stormed off. But as she did so, a young woman dripping in water walked over, and cocked her head. She didn't say anything, just stook there and stared, her hair covering her face. "Samara!"

The girl turned, but not before kicking Freddy in the gut with her bare foot and glaring at him from behind her hair, then walked back over to her friend. Looking down at Freddy, Json kicked him in the ribs one more time before stalking off. "Impressive." He saw Norman there, and glared at him through his hockey mask, "I've never seen someone give Fred such a beating before."

"IT'S FREDDY YOU BASTARD!"

Norman snickered as Kruger shouted at him considering the dream demon was twisted up like a pretzel, via Michael Myers. "Well, not physically, he's taken a few traumatic verbal beatdowns from the ladies here. Especially the aliens over there."

A creature with a large cannon on her shoulder and a mask turned from talking to a large serpentlike thing and flipped Norman off. "Normal?" Jason signed.

"Eh, I kind of play mediator, I've got most of my problems figured out. Learned how to work with my personality disorder. I'm really more so here to give advice."

"You're annoying."

Norman raised an eyebrow, "You have no idea, but I'm nothing compared to the shadow, I'm just a psycho."

"Jason! You must listen to me!" his mother suddenly appeared, "There are-"

Suddenly, the temperature dropped, and dark mist gathered, "Must I ask again, Pamela, for I am not unfamiliar with the ways of destroying a spirit…." The shadow materialized, "I do not believe you wish to incur my wrath…" Whatever the shadow was, Jason had no desire to anger the being, as clearly everyone here feared it. Its voice was icy cold, but also calm while expressing anger, giving it an intimidating presence. "Perhaps I have not made myself clear…"

Within seconds his mother's spirit was trapped in a dark orb, the shadow inside as well, "Don't try and figure it out." Norman walked over, "You'll only end up with mental whiplash."

April 10th 2000

Nearly five months since I've been back, things are better, and it's official that Mother hates whatever that thing is. I've made a friend or two surprisingly, it's good to have someone who understands the struggles. First time for me, considering all the bulling there was as a kid for my appearance, none of them really judge as we're all practically insane. Felt good to beat Freddy up, although I do feel a bit badly about twisting him up like a pretzel. But the bastard deserved it, not as if anyone can die there anyway, almost like another dimension….

May 16th 2000

People have been nosing around, I don't like it. I'll give them a good scare if I need to, but I'd rather not get involved with people who hunt the "supernatural" because they'd certainly be interested in me. I don't want to be some crazy exhibit in a museum or freak show, I'll let IT do that and get caught instead, he would think that it's funny. But at least I'm not the one making balloon animals…