Must Read: Friday The 13th *Ever Scary* - Season 1 - Episode 17

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Must Read: Friday The 13th *Ever Scary* - Season 1 - Episode 17

Jason stared down at his lap weakly. He was starting to feel a s£nsat!on that he had never felt before, and fact that he didn’t know what was happening to him only caused his heartbeat to quicken. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, not really knowing how to respond to this feeling. He was hoping Mother would tell him what he was feeling, but he couldn’t hear her voice. He frowned in slight frustration and glanced around the cabin again.

The first thing he saw was a huge bump in the blankets. He pulled it away and saw what looked like a large stuffed dog. Jason reached out and grabbed it, feeling its soft, slightly matted fur, and lifted it up into his lap. The stuffed dog was light brown and had a friendly look on its face. Jason could see why the good girl needed this thing to sleep. It was pretty relaxing to look at. Jason looked around and saw the duffel bag she must have used. He left the stuffed dog on the bed and started to grab all of the things in the dresser and he threw them into the duffel bag. He didn’t bother organizing or anything. She was just going to take it all out anyway. While he was packing her things, he could still feel the awful s£nsat!on creeping around him, which didn’t make his packing job any better. The feeling was getting stronger and stronger as he looked through her things, especially her books. He didn’t know a single one, but they all looked slightly interesting, more or less.

Once he had packed everything and was starting for his home again, he could feel his heart beat harder and the unknown feeling pound through his body. He almost didn’t dodge another bear trap as the feeling clouded his mind, but he did manage to reach his home in one piece.

When he opened the door, he felt the unknown feeling literally slap him in the face when he heard the good girl crying from upstairs. He was relieved that she didn’t manage to escape somehow, but hearing her cry again was only giving the feeling he wanted to tear to pieces get stronger. He tensed in frustration and he slowly went up the stairs, still holding her things. With every step he took, he could hear the good girl cry harder and harder, and Jason felt his hand grip the stuffed dog in his hand like he was trying to destroy it. He pulled the keys out of pocket and unlocked the door, listening to the good girl squeal in fright. He slowly stepped inside, his heart throwing itself against his ribs, and saw the good girl on the bed. She was sobbing even harder than she had been before, and her body was curled up so tightly he felt that even he couldn’t pry her open. He stared down at the good girl weakly, the feeling stronger than ever. He started to realize that what Mother had said was completely right. This girl…this good, good girl had been through so much today…she saw four people die before her eyes, then she got kidnapped by a serial killer and then saw a disembodied head on a pedestal. Of course she was going to be scared or a very, very long time, and she probably wasn’t going to trust him anytime soon, but Jason wanted to do what he could to try to make her happy.

Jason placed the duffel bag near the bed and hid the stuffed dog behind his back, slowly sitting on the bed. His eye widened when he saw a large puddle near her face. Her arms were covering most of her face, but he knew exactly what he was going to see when she pulled away. Her body was completely rigid in fear, and her sobbing was louder than before, which must have been the reason why she hadn’t noticed him sitting down. He reached over and grabbed his notepad from the floor; it must have fallen while she was crying. He grabbed the pen and started to write quietly, trying not to scare her. The feeling was making his lungs ache.

“I’m sorry for scaring you, good girl.”He really didn’t know what else to say. He didn’t want to tell the good girl about his Mother yet; that would certainly scare her.

Jason slowly looked over at the good girl, who was still bawling. He slowly shook the notepad in front of her to catch her attention, and almost instantly she screamed and backed away into the corner that the bed was against.

Her body was pressed as hard as it could against the wall and her legs were so far into her chest he was sure it must have hurt. Her face was scarlet now, with what looked like crimson streaks that started from the bottom of her eyes to her slightly exposed collarbone.

Her breathing was shallow and quick, revealing her true fear for him. Jason slowly showed her the notepad and casted his gaze downward, praying. The only thing that Jason could hear was her whimpers as she read what he wrote, and slowly the good girl spoke.

Her voice was weak and raw. Jason knew the minute she felt better she needed something to drink before she lost the ability to talk.