You Can't Do a Thing to Stop Me Now

[commonpeople1]

Jason Voorhees is not behind the first cupboard opened to the group, the one keeping an ironing board that springs out and slams the floor. Neither is he inside the second cupboard, though we do find a grinning girl's head propped on top of folded towels which elicits a round of screams. There's still a third, and final, cupboard to open - the one inside an alcove, surrounded by books. A friend takes up the challenge and gets an axe through his head. The group panics, disperses, fights for the room's one exit - a narrow staircase leading to the mansion's ground floor.

Jason looks slimmer these days, darker - as if he's constantly stepping out of a murky lake and wandering around in wet clothes. The hockey mask doesn't hang from his face anymore; it sits on his head like a second set of eyes. The road outside the old southern mansion leads to other grand, decaying homes surrounded by a wintry forest. The road is littered with people who have run away from Jason, who have even hurt each other in their desperation to escape him. From the road I can still see people partying inside the house, a fancy-dress ball in full flow, no cares in this world - as if Jason wasn't amongst them.

Comments

[naturalbornkaos.livejournal.com]

I do love your Livejournal.

BTW, this morning as I was walking to work along the Euston Road, I saw a piece of soggy paper on the pavement. No word of a lie, it just had, in huge marker pen letters, one word: "JULIA"

Do you think it's a sign?

[commonpeople.livejournal.com]

YES!!!!!!

[commonpeople.livejournal.com]

Let's do it. It will be like Tarantino and Avary, only we won't screw each other out of millions or make shitty movies later.

[naturalbornkaos.livejournal.com]

So where do we start?

[commonpeople.livejournal.com]

I guess we have to read the book again? :-)