An Old Dream I never finished writing about Jason Voorhees

Date: 1/24/2019

By DeadSeaPrincess

So there were a bunch of us, we were playing spin the bottle in a beautiful chestnut colored charater home. Everyone was having a good time talking, dancing, singing, etc... I went upstairs to one of the bedrooms with a girl friend, I cant remember her face, and we talked about guys and stuff while smoking some pot. She looked out the window and squinted her eyes, "what is that?" She points to Jason Voorhees, walking up to the house with a machete. I tell her who it is and we hide, the others know and leave the back way. We hear Jason break through he door, we're hiding in either side of the closet.. Jason goes through the rooms, one by one, checking the rooms thoroughly. He reaches ours and I watch him check everything anf leave. When he goes into the next room we hurry and leave through the window. Maybe it wasn't actually him, but that was scary. We laughed at the fear we were just put through as we walked down the block. We walked until we were out of the neighborhoods and into town. She said goodbye and headed over to a salad barn while I sat outside a closed down store's steps. I grabbed at my book bag and grabbed out a strip of paper and a pencil. I started drawing, using the stairs as a table. I drew a fluffy haired man, it was strange, and when I was finishing up I spotted someone about three stores away. He was locking up his second floor, thrift store for the "adventurous." The End Well. Apparently, I stopped writting and never came back to this dream πŸ˜‚ So much for a cool ending.... I don't even remember having this dreamπŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚