December 24th, 2024

Finally, Christmas. What a beautiful time. The sunlight illuminated the small village as snow fell on the ground. People from the country really loved Christmas, and you could see it just looking at the decorated houses. Despite all the efforts to decorate the houses, no one was there - they were all at the church, praying to celebrate Jesus' birth. Oh, what a shame, because now they were with him... or maybe not.

Jason stared at the many corpses on the ground, the lifeless people covered in blood, while he just stayed still, showing no emotions. It wasn't funny after all. He liked to chase, to make them fear him, but this was only a big massacre.

He cleaned his mask and body, walking out of the church and taking a Christmas hat with him, putting it on his head. He walked down the cold streets, watching the sun setting and the wind becoming stronger.

There were only two options: walk back to his house or stay in a house until the blizzard went away. That was until he heard some noises coming from a small house. He watched from the window, a young woman watching television. Her house was the only one that wasn't decorated. Was she lucky for not being a Christmas lover? Can't tell that, because this was going to be his last murder.

He walked slowly towards the main door, stopping in front of it and knocking. He could hear the television sound stopping and some soft steps. He pressed his face against the door viewer, hearing the girl gasp from the other side. He smiled under his mask and held his axe tighter, swinging it at the door and breaking it, entering the house.