There is a place, a house, which I will never divulge the location of. In that place are many of the possessions I had as a little boy. Among these are toys, clothes, and the picture books full of fairy tales that my mother read to me… precious things that were part of the few happy events of my childhood ( Read more... )

My mask is something that is old. I got it from a victim, and use it to shield my face from the world. No one would dare mock me for my deformed features now, as they did when I was a child, since I have become such a figure of fear to everyone who encounters me, but it’s an instinct to hide behind the mask now. It’s become almost a part of me. It ( Read more... )

Thank you, Mommy, for being the only person who truly loved the sad little child I once was. Thank you for taking care of me, for being there to comfort me, and telling me that I was beautiful, and that I would always be your special, special boy. To you I was never the hideous monster that other people saw and had no qualms about telling me that I ( Read more... )

There are some things - emotions for the most part - that Jason has forgotten the feel of. Kindness, compassion and mercy are all but gone, replaced by murderous intent, blind rage and the need to strike down all in his path. Almost all of what it is to be human has been erased from what is left of his mind ( Read more... )

Jason never went trick or treating as a child ( Read more... )

There’s a lot of things you could say I’ve outlived ( Read more... )

If Jason collects anything, it’s the lives of victims, of course. Their screams, their fear and their blood are all part of what passes for his mind now ( Read more... )

“Wake up, Jason. It’s all right. I’m here ( Read more... )

Madness. That’s a topic I know a lot about ( Read more... )

Crushed… I could talk about a lot of things that relate to that topic. Some of them would send you running away screaming in terror, trust me on that. If you could ever bring yourself to trust me about anything, even though you really shouldn’t. But I’m getting off the topic here ( Read more... )