Serial Killer Jason Voorhees Novels & Stories

And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter route which would release them from the suffering they were subject to, and they go for it. ‘While executing the shortcut, some of them fumble,’ continued the inspector. ‘Why? Simple ... they fumble because they are amateurs! Some are so overwhelmed by their success, they end up doing crazy things. Husband murders wife but wants to kiss her one last time allowing the servant to spot him. Son murders father, and instead of running away, he starts looking for his father’s pen. Why? He wants to have a souvenir of the bad times. His sister walks in, and then he has no place to hide. These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloo

That made him scarier somehow. "Jason Harris," Ashfield said. "Former military. Vehicle and mechanical specialist. After his discharge he moved into private contracts, the kind that don't appear in standard employment records. He spent most of his working life employed through shell companies that were created specifically for individual jobs and dissolved immediately after." "He was for hire," Spencer said. "Exclusively," Ashfield said. "He popped up near organized crime investigations more than once, but never got convicted. Always slippery." I looked at his photograph. This was the man who had been behind me on a mountain road at night.

But why me? "It's all over now, Lana. The Jane Doe case is closed. You're safe," Jason reassured, pulling me back into his embrace. "That maniac saw you at the crime scene that night. He was always there," his voice quivered, "He's insane, shouting that you resemble the first girl he killed, that by killing you, he will finally be at peace." "That's creepy, Jason. He's psychotic." I admitted, comprehending the gruesome nature of the murderer upon hearing Jason's detailed account of the Jane Doe case.

“Adam was going down hard and I wasn’t going to go down with him. Who was going to associate with the wife of someone like him? I had to reinvent myself. I got a new face, a new name, courtesy of a few Swiss bank accounts he knew nothing about. Voila! A whole new me.” “But you didn’t change everything, did you?” Jason asked, his eyes raking over her golden pantsuit. Your signature color suits you. Bet you didn’t know you left a little of it behind with the governor’s body.” “The ME declared you legally dead,” I said. “He had proof that you died in that fire.” “People are easily bought, Jessie, dear,” she said, gloating. “But you didn’t pay him, did you?” Jason asked, thinking about Dr. Voorh

Almost a washed out, like he has been around too long, and his eyes have lost their luster. When he forces a smile, I notice several teeth missing and one cracked in the front before he closes his mouth while waiting for me to do something. As the two of us stand there in this awkward moment, I speak up and answer, “I am Jason Hathaway. I believe you have heard of me, but it isn’t what you think. I am not a serial killer but rather I have been afflicted with the same thing you have and that wasn’t a red-haired woman but merely a creature that feeds on us to exist that attacked you yesterday.” I can only assume he doesn’t know what to say, because the next minute he just opens his mouth an

“You just admitted you killed him,“ “Yes, I did. But whoever wrote this is trying to make me look sinister and monstrous. They're insinuating that I've lost my mind!“ “Well, you have. You fucking have!“ Jason ruffled his hair in distress. “How do you not listen?!“ “I killed him for Hara. Not because I was in a blood rage, or because I'm beginning to lose my shit over the recent flood disaster. Whoever wrote this wants to make me look bad before my people!“ “And it worked!“ Jason flared up. “Listen to the chaos downstairs. Your Father will be up here any minute demanding an explanation. What are you gonna tell him?“ “The truth,“ “Wait,“ Jason adjusted in his chair. “You're gonna tell your fat

I smirked evilly and pierced the iron rod in his heart. “I will torture you so painfully that you will beg me to kill you. But I won't kill you so easily. I will let you taste every bit of pain before you sleep on the death bed.” I killed him so mercilessly that no one could look at him. Jason had a night shift last night. And to my surprise Morana came out to be a trainee in Jason’s hospital. I didn't know if it was just a coincidence or if there was something fishy. I don't doubt Jason but I don't like that girl either who kept roaming around my Mate like a bee around the beehive.

"I'm sure Jason will be in prison for life. The sentence for terrorizer alone is severe, plus he will be serving time for being a drug courier and possession of the more than one kilogram of heroin you found under his bed.” "That's a huge amount, mate. He can anesthetize dozens of elephants with those drugs.” “I think there were new players after Pedro died and The Wintness was arrested. I will find out about the mafia and start preparing a special team to hunt him down.” “Good job, dude. You are the best and always reliable.” Hazel smiled with relief seeing all this mess was over. After this she could sleep soundly and no longer have to be haunted by the fear of her terrorizer coming to kil

“I don’t think it works like that.” He looked thoughtful for a moment and said, “But since you want Jason in jail so badly, I guess I’ll have to get involved. I usually avoid people like him altogether, but you’re right. He shouldn’t keep getting away with this.” He leaned closer. “There’s someone I know. A detective. His name is Brown. He’s desperate to bring Jason down. His younger sister’s best friend was one of Jason’s victims. The girl took her own life. Brown’s sister has been wrecked by it ever since—she started using substances, spiraling. Brown has never gotten over it.”

The motherfucker was a maniac who took pleasure in people's pain and agony. Thinking about him and Amaira got me sickened to my stomach. I imagined how he would rape her over and over again before he finished her off in the cruelest way possible. Jason wasn't human to begin with. He was a monster. "Is that a challenge? Because I'm up for it." His voice held chivalry and I so badly wanted to tear him to shreds, but no matter how many times I try to investigate his whereabouts, I've never seen this guy since high school and yet he was the biggest terrorist of my life.