New Jason?!

I was screaming and he was staring at me. He didn't make his next move which I thought would be something like taking out his knife and killing me. 

After a while, that felt like hours, my screams stopped and I found myself exhausted. I crossed my arms over my chest. I had to look fierce, whoever this man was he had no right to be in my room. 

The whole time, the man was staring at me, a hint of smile forming on his lips. 

"Who..." I had to stop, my voice was shaking. "Who the hell are you?"

He started walking slowly. 

"Don't move," I screamed. "What are you doing here? Get out of my house."

"I'm not going to hurt you," he said calmly and started walking around my bathroom and observing my shampoos curiously. 

"Who the hell are you? Get out of here!" I yelled as I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around me. 

He didn't even glance in my direction. He was more interested in my conditioner. 

I didn't really know what to do. Should I run, grab my phone and dial 911?

"Nope, that is not needed," he said, looking amused. 

"What?" I snapped. 

He sighed and somehow this made me really mad. "You don't need to call 911. Everything is fine."

"You just turned up at my house when I was taking a shower! What do you want from me? Who are you?" 

I froze right there and whispered, "How did you get in? did you know I wanted to call..." 

I was barely audible, whispering to myself. I didn't know what else to say. Whoever this person was, he was... not normal. Yeah, duh, what kind of a normal person would turn up in your bathroom at night, smelling your conditioners. 

And what kind of person would know what you are thinking. But well, it is nothing supernatural, right? Anyone in this situation would think of calling 911. 

It was just a coincidence that we were both thinking about it at the same time. No, that wasn't what I was worried about.

The scary thing was that everything he did reminded me of Jason but it couldn't be Jason. He was too young to be Jason and his facial features were different. 

He had this very pale skin and very dark eyes and...

"I like it when people do that," he said suddenly, dropping my bottle of shampoo and turning to me. 



Was I frowning? 

"Tell me what you want or get the hell of out my house, right now."

"Your mom left you and your dad," he said it like he was amused. 

I froze right there. How could he know? No, he couldn't be Jason.

"Nah, I'm not Jason. I'm Raleb."

The End

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