I finished my last email to my boss of my calculations with such exhaustion I could barely keep my head off my desk. Precious sniffed my face and I sat up, wonder what's on the news? I have missed a lot and I instantly regretted it. The first headline that showed "Police reopen the case of the 'Crystal Lake Killer' after new tips have been reported" my voice shook as I read it out loud, it was posted two minutes ago. So, she did tell, fuck I felt my heart racing as I read the article, it was mostly going over the case and legend of Jason Voorhees. I grabbed a sticky note and covered my webcam as well as my microphone to muffle any sound what if the FBI already hacked and are watching me now?

I stood and hastily left the room almost tripping on absolutely nothing. My sweat felt cold on my skin as I leaped down the stairs "Jason!" He jumped from his spot on the couch, he frantically glanced around until he saw me and grabbed my shoulders giving me a once over. "Jay, you have to leave! Take everything, your mask, your clothes, your machete, everything. I will give you a bag, you have to go now, travel at night in the woods." He waved his hands in a nervous frenzy, "the police reopened your murder case, they are going to come here and find you. Leave now and cover as much ground as you can. Do you understand me?" He growled and was refusing to move. I hate that I have to do this I climbed onto a stool gaining a foot on him and placed my hands on my hips and puffed my chest up.

"Jason Voorhees, I am not asking you to leave. I am telling you, be a good boy and grab your things and leave!" I yelled in the sternest voice I could muster. He tilted his head and his eyes soften, he gave a sad vocalization before walking away and grabbing his things. I stepped down and waited, when he came back with a duffle bag, I checked to make sure he had all the evidence of him ever being here. I softly smiled "such a good boy, when this is all over I promise you that I will come to find you" he held out his pinkie, I giggled and locked my pinkie with his "pinkie promise. Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye" I whispered as I leaned in having the deepest, longest, and most passionate kiss I ever had in my life. When I finally pulled away, he whimpered and I shushed him with my fingertips "go, I will find you" he nodded and slumped out the backdoor. The dogs cried after him wanting him to come back. I fought the urge to open the door and call him back, the risk I reminded myself before I sat on the couch where he sat. It was still so warm, I bent forward and started to sob my heart out.

For the rest of the night, I deep cleaned the whole house, checking every nook and cranny for any DNA evidence that would indicate that Jason was there. When I was done I was barely standing, drained of all energy; however, I have done this type of spring cleaning several times before and have never been this tired. Is it stress? When I stood up I groaned loudly holding my back as it ached "ow" I softly whimpered "I need to give myself a relaxing bath."

I slumped up the stairs as the dogs re-dirtied the house good so it won't seem to suspiciously clean. I stepped into the bathroom and ran a hot bath. I started to strip when I felt something sticky in my womanhood, I glanced down and saw a white patch on my teal panties. "That's weird" I touched the substance; it was thick and milky like snot. "Must be starting my period soon" I took a deep breath before slipping into the warm water. I reached over the tub's ledge and grabbed a bath bomb, one of my favorite scents, strawberry. I plopped the ball in and laid back.

I started to meditate, taking very deep breaths and clearing my mind. I started to pay more attention to my body, focusing on how it felt. Now I can feel it, the soft ache of my lower abdomen and back. Guess my period is coming tonight or early tomorrow I thought to myself. Then the scent hit me, baking soda. Ugh, it smelt terrible. It easily overpowered the strawberry scent. I sat up feeling less relaxed now, I held the fizzing ball in my hand and sniffed it and almost gagged. It was straight-up baking soda. I opened my box of bath bombs and sniffed for a better one, but they all smelt strongly of baking soda did they go bad or something? Do bath bombs go bad I groaned and stood up washing away the suds and draining the tub. So much for relaxing.

I could still only smell baking soda on my skin and I started to feel a turning in my stomach. "I need sleep, I've been too stressed" I whisper to myself. I moved Dory out of my spot and laid down, I felt warm with the dogs surrounding me. I softly smiled to myself and fell asleep

I kept looking for updates on the story, there was rarely anything. "How long does it take to collect evidence?" I glanced at my phone and quickly grabbed it, checking my socials for anything. I couldn't find any hashtags about this situation, which is so weird. This case was huge only 12 years ago! I bet there has to be at least a handful of boomers who remember the case. I was hit by a sudden hunger and I stood up and my stomach led me to the kitchen. I grabbed a box of Oreos from the snack counter and started to munch down.

As I checked Reddit forums for this case my hand hit empty plastic. I glanced over and did a double-take, it was already empty? It was full two minutes ago! Damn, and I'm still hungry I grabbed a bag of chips and the same thing happened again where I finished it way faster than expected. Stress eating, I need to stop before I get fatter than I already am. My stomach growled loudly but I didn't grab another snack, I already ate about 500 calories; meanwhile, my mouth ached for the taste of something sweet. Definitely stress eating. I always craved sweets when I was stressed. One tends to forget how stress affects the body. I left the kitchen before I decided to eat more.

I served the dogs their food but suddenly Zoey, Teddy, Lake, and Oliver stopped eating and ran to the windows near the front of the house barking up a storm. My heart started to race oh god oh god, it's the police, isn't it? They are here for me. I swallowed my heart down my throat before taking very shaky steps to the door. I grabbed the handle with a trembling hand and turned it, Oliver and Lake right beside me. I held the screen door shut so they wouldn't run out. My heart froze as I glanced up before I huffed in relief. A flock of Canadian geese were in the front lawn, some honking at each other they were annoying little shits and were going to leave shit all over the lawn; moreover, they were a false alarm. I walked out making sure Lake couldn't pass through the tiny gap I made. I felt the need to walk towards the gate, my feet were cold on the icy mud but I had to check just a quick harmless check I lied to myself.

Once I reached the gate my toes were numb and my feet ached from stepping on cold gravel. I look at the lock over, it was shut and the chains were tight around the bars that kept the door closed. I gave the lock a quick harsh yank, it didn't budge, then another and again didn't budge. I felt relief at the thought it didn't open. I quickly ran back to the warmth of my house.

For the past couple of days I did the same ritual: check the locks, make sure the curtains were closed, make sure any available camera was covered and the dogs were fed. I couldn't shake the feeling of being constantly watched and monitored they can't set up secret cameras without a warrant right? I gulped at the feeling of my stomach churning out of fear. I rushed to the sink and retched into it, I turned on the garbage disposal to help it down. It was black with Oreos and chunks of random vegetables. "J-Jesus Christ, I'm gonna die of fear" I panted as the disturbing sound of slop being shoved down the pipe made me cringe. I turned on the sink helping it go down, I heaved over the sink feeling my throat tighten again for another purge of food and I couldn't breathe.

I heard the phone ring and I glanced at the table, I looked at the caller ID, Amy? This can't be a normal friendly talk, is it? I grabbed the phone and picked up, it's better to not look suspicious "hello? Amy?" I swore I heard a click on the other side.

"Hey! How are you? You ok after, everything?" Oh, I see, she wants me to make a confession.

"After what exactly?" All I got back was a deafening silence.

"Well after what two weeks ago? With your boyfriend almost killing mine?" Shit, think think think.

"That wasn't my boyfriend. I forgot he left two days before. I did not know who that man was that was in my house." She softly gasped.

"Oh god, what happened?" I could hear the panic in her voice good, you deceiving bitch.

"Yeah, after you left he disappeared. Then I remembered my one-night stand man had already left. Wasn't exactly a boyfriend, just when we saw each other he'd come home with me. The day after I did my usual deep clean and found no signs of a break-in or anything he left behind." Alright sounds believable.

"Why not call the police?" Good question, and I have a good answer.

"What would they find if I found nothing? I don't have security cameras, so it was like a ghost almost" I could hear the nod on the other end.

"Oh, I'm sorry. How are you holding up?" She sounded petrified.

"Paranoid, I constantly check all the locks. I'm planning to order new locks. I don't know if this man is looking at me through my webcam, so I am keeping those covered. The dogs seem more alert now which is good," my heart poured out its anxieties to the phone.

"I am so sorry, do you need a place to stay?"

"Maybe, I'll think about it. I'll call you back later ok? I need to check my locks again" I sighed.

"Alright, stay safe. If anything happens please call 911" we said our goodbyes and hung up.

I am no fucking idiot, that call was wiretapped. Hopefully, that puts them off my back. At least I have an answer for everything. I felt another cramp "goddammit, now you want to come?"

I walked to the bathroom and sat down, there was only discharge again no blood "uuugh you are already late by three days! C'mon I know I'm stressed but please just arrive already!" I screamed at my panties.

This wasn't the end of it.