Jason's Christmas present

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It was a winter December day around the 20th to be exact.
I had to know, no I needed to know if Jason Voorhees was real.
I drove my on -road/off -road four wheeler into Crystal lake camp grounds.
I killed the Engine then took out my flashlight.
You may ask if I have a death wish, maybe I do.
Or maybe my Curiosity got the better of me.
I started to walk around until I came upon a cabin set aside from the rest.
I knocked, there was no answer, so I tried the doorknob.
It was unlocked so I crept inside.
I could tell right away this was HIS home.
Stuff was strewn all over the floor, part of the floor was missing due to the machete marks.
I looked around a bit more, then my OCD took over and I started to clean up the place.
I was just about done when I heard a loud thump.
I happen to turn around to see the hockey mask killer staring at me.
He must have dropped his machete by the door.
I looked back into his baby blue eye and seen confusion in them.
Sorry Jason I have an issue with messy places.
He cocked his head to the side, probably wondering why I was here.
I had to know you were real, so I realize
I'm taking a big risk being here.
Now I can die happy  , knowing that you aren't a myth.
I stood there and waited for him to react in some way.
He eyed me as he sat down on a stool.
I put my hands up in surrender, saying I mean you no harm.
Another reason for my coming here is to give you a Christmas present.
I know it's five days away but.....
I shyly handed him the wrapped gift saying, I'm giving it to you now to see if you even like it.
So if or when you decide to kill me.....
He tore open the package, inside was a hockey jersey with his mask and machete on it.
It said Voorhees on the back with the number 13.
It also had some more stitched into the back of the shirt.
I sewn a little message just for him.
It said, Jason Voorhees you stole my heart and you are very special in my eyes.
~ Amy E.
He threw off his jacket and took off his dirty shirt.
My eyes widen at his biceps, man was he glorious.
He shrugged on the jersey while never leaving my gaze.
He slowly reached out and tapped me on the shoulder.
I smiled up at his questioning gaze.
He shrugged his shoulders and pointed to himself.
Because I thought if anybody needed a Merry Christmas it's you.
And I thought you could use a friend as well.
I was bullied too, expect it's different when it comes to being a girl and teased.
Although in the 8th grade I thought this one cheer leader was going to throw a punch at me.
All because my stuff fill from my locker to her's.
It didn't hit her but she was pissed.
So I can sympathize with you about getting mistreated.
It's no fun, and I'm sorry you had to go through that.
For it to lead to your death, it just ain't right!
I felt myself getting madder by the minute.
Sorry for my outburst, I just wish I had the nerve to stick up for myself and others!
But I just let myself get used,mistreated and blah,blah, blah!
I hadn't realized he was now standing over me.
He rested a hand on my shoulder, I felt a single tear leave my eye.