Jin: Hello all, Halloween is coming up, and I apologize for not getting the chapters up any sooner. My internet was down, so I was forced to use other means of getting this to you. Now this is not a chapter that has anything to do with the story itself, it might be referenced in the future, but otherwise, this is a true story based on my dreams.

Disclaimer: Jason Voorhees is copyrighted, and as such under the fair clause rule, I am borrowing him and I do not intend to make any profits now, before, or ever in the foreseeable future.

JIN-HaTeR's Halloween Bonus story:

Visions of the Man In The Hockey Mask

Ever since I began writing Friday the 13th: Jason Comes Home, I've consistently had nightmares that turn into dreams, dreams that turn into nightmares, and they all involve visions of a hulking man in a hockey mask. He changes his appearance sometimes, but he is always wearing that same old hockey mask, and his desire to kill me was just as strong as the day we crossed paths.

He stood a good foot taller than me, his clothes were always torn and shabby as though he had been in the dirt for years and had only recently come out. Although his body structure was somewhat lean, he had powerfully broad shoulders and very long legs and arms. His head barely had any strands of hair left on his dirty scalp, and his deformed face was hidden behind an old hockey goalie mask. But his eyes, although covered in darkness were there, watching, and waiting.

Whenever he came in my dreams, he came with intent to kill me, and to this day that you read this, I do not know the reason why. I almost never would dare to challenge him, and so I would do what most people should do when confronted by a psychopathic killer; run faster than you can normally run. Soon, it became somewhat of a formula that I found would work when he and I would cross paths.

I would run, he would chase. He did not grow tired, he did not grow weary, he did not hunger nor did he thirst. There was no bargaining with him, there was no reasoning with him, there was no appeal for mercy. He could care less about what I had to say, who I loved and wanted to live for. It didn't matter to him what my family was, or where I came from. What difference did it make that I had no issue with him or what he stood for. I happened to be prey that consistently got away from him, and for that reason or perhaps no reason at all, he simply would not stop chasing me until I was dead.

Sometimes Jason would wait for me in dreams where I wasn't even expecting him to arrive. I could be in any given location, and still the man in the hockey mask would find me no matter where I ran.

In a wood cabin, on top of a lush green hill, I was at peace for the first time in what felt like forever. I had been on the road doing something and I had become weary from my travels. The people I was staying with were poor, and their house was very old and somewhat rundown, but it was still peaceful nonetheless. I started to gather my belongings as I got ready to leave when I spotted somebody walking in the door, and thought it was the kindly old man who allowed me to rest in his home. But instead I saw him yelling at a very tall stranger, and it seemed that he had simply walked in uninvited. I didn't know who it was, but a feeling in my stomach told me that I had to leave right now before it was too late. So I put on my jacket and boots and proceeded to gather my other belongings. Suddenly, I heard a blood-curdling scream and the loud blast of a shotgun go off. Suddenly, I heard the man's wife screaming at me that I brought the devil into their house, and she waved her shotgun at me and fired but missed. I closed the door and moved a fairly heavy cabinent into the doorway to keep her and the so-called devil out. The shotgun blast blew open a small path into the wall, and it led to the hallway that would let me out of the house. Suddenly, the door started banging and I grabbed a baseball bat and began breaking the wall down around the hole to make it wider for me to slip through. The door started to break down, and I finally managed to make a gap just wide enough for me to drag myself through. As I started to go through the wall, a terrible crash erupted in my eardrums, and I knew that Jason had gotten inside the room. With a strong push, I managed to pull myself out of the wall, and into the hallway. My pursuer immediately doubled back to catch me, but I was out the door, and when I looked around, the man in the hockey mask broke the door off its hinges and stared at me as I ran. Strangely enough, he didn't follow me. Perhaps he wanted to kill the other people that were in that house, or maybe he accepted that I had gotten away for now and that he could try again at his leisure.

Either way, that wasn't the last I saw of him.

Sometimes people would come across my path, and no matter what I told them about a killer in a hockey mask, they would simply refuse to listen

until it was too late. Some would try a foolish act of bravado in the face of Jason, and I felt envy for that. Envy because I wished to challenge him

as welland show him that I was not afraid to fight. But each act of bravery that challenged his dominance was futile, and he would finish off the

unfortunate souls that dared stand toe-to-toe with him.

It was a dark night in a hillside neighborhood, and I was resting in a big house with people I knew by face if not by name. It must've been Halloween night because my favorite musician was singing a song, and it involved "red and black and slimy green" and it asked me "aren't you scared?". The lights went out suddenly, and I went upstairs to light candles. I did so, but then I saw a girl, about a year younger than me talking angrily with somebody. Then a crash was heard, and she suddenly burst into the same room I was in and screamed at whoever it was, "Come in here you big piece of shit motherfucker!" I didn't know who she was, or whom she was talking about, but all I knew was that I did not want to be in the same place as her. I yelled, "Who the hell are you talking about!" she told me with a wierd grin that only the insane would know, "The guy in the wierd mask, the one like a hockey mask!" I felt the blood drain from my skin and I grabbed her hand and yelled, "We need to leave, we need to leave right now, JASON'S COMING!" she laughed and said, "Yeah whatever, I'll just kick his ass!" she yanked her arm from my hand and no matter how much I would plead and beg her to run before it was too late, she would only laugh in my face and say that she could beat him. I began to yell at her again, when the Jason smashed his way through the door, breaking it apart as though it was made of toothpicks. He grabbed her hair and she screamed in sheer terror as he shoved her into another room. I didn't want to stick around and find out what happened, but I was rooted to the spot, unable to do anything. Suddenly the scream stopped and the man in the hockey mask came for me, but I suddenly saw a way out. Gathering my courage, I covered my head with my arms and jumped out of the two story window. I landed hard on the ground, but I quickly got back up and started running. The man in the hockey mask stared at me as I ran, and as I looked at him as I ran, I could tell he was silently cursing me for getting away from him once again.

Someday he would corner me, and the next time I knew without a doubt that there would be no escape. It was either fight... or die.

Once in a great while, after being terrorized and stalked, people decide to take a stand and say "enough is enough!" Though the people I met in

my dreams were always killed by Jason, I began to realize that maybe I could challenge him. If I were cornered by him, and if there was no way

out, I decided that if I were to die, I would die on my feet and stare at Death in the face and say, "I'm ready for you." I will leave you all with one

last dream, my most recent one that involved the return of Jason Voorhees.

I heard a loud slamming on my bedroom door and I bolted up, wondering what was the matter. At first, I thought I was awake when I realized that I was struggling with my mind, trying to seperate reality from fiction. It was like when one tries to stay awake and not fall asleep, but in reverse. I opened my bedroom door at a crack and I fell backwards as a blade came down at me. It missed me, and I shoved my cabinent in front of my door with more speed that I thought I had. I struggled to keep the door closed, and I looked at the arm that kept it open. I trailed my eyes up until I saw the man in the hockey mask once again. I let out a roar of terror as I struggled to slam the door shut, but with the arm in the way, it was impossible. I pushed on it harder than before and Jason withdrew his arm, and I shut the door. I knew that it wouldn't keep him from getting in for long, and how I kept him out must've been an act of God. I felt despair at my plight, knowing that it was only a matter of time before Jason would come in, and I felt shame at how easily my resolve to fight was crumbled. It was one thing to say it out loud, but to put it into practice was an entirely different matter that most people don't realize until they are face to face with the same thing. I looked down and saw Jason's machete, and I realized that this would be my chance. I picked it up, and I held it above my head. Then I pulled the door open rapidly, and Jason grabbed me by the neck with his huge hand. He lifted me off my feet, but I swung his machete with all my strength and chopped off his arm at the elbow. I landed on my feet, and with another swing I severed his head from his neck. His huge body fell down with a loud thump and his head rolled near my feet. I looked down at the head in morbid fascination and I found myself reaching down to his face to remove his mask. Suddenly, the mask began to sink into the skull until the rim of the mask was submerged in decaying flesh. The mask was now truly the face of Jason Voorhees. I dropped the machete and stepped over the body to go to the phone and call the police. But when I began to go to my living room, I slipped somehow and fell on my face. Then, I looked up and saw I was not in my home anymore. I was in what looked like a haunted hospital, like the music video of the song "Nightmare" type of hospital. I felt a chill and realized that I was only clad in mint green hospital pants. I wandered the hallways, shivering as I walked around. Nobody was around but I heard noises that clearly said that somebody besides me was here. I was tired, and I just wanted to go to sleep. Then I heard a loud stomping noise and I turnd around, expecting to see Jason Voorhees again. Thankfully, it was only my imagination, and I spotted an exit. I laughed a bit in relief and I pushed a bit on the doors to test whether or not it was locked. I grinned again as I discovered it was open, and I pushed it open, bathing my body in white light.

It was the end of one dream, but I knew that the nightmare would return again, and once again, I would be on the run, wondering and waiting whether or not next time would be my last time.

Jin: Well, that wraps up my Halloween Bonus Story. I'll try to get another chapter up before Halloween finishes, but until then, I hope this holds you all off for a while. If you've had a nightmare involving Jason Voorhees, or any other one involving a horror icon, please leave a review explaining it!

If I don't update before Halloween, I apologize for it, and I wish you all an early Happy Halloween!

So from me, Jason Voorhees, and all the characters from Inuyasha (not mine ) to you, the readers...

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
BE SMART, BE SAFE, AND BE SCARY!