Flanahan didn’t wait for this giant to take further action. He raised the shotgun, pointed it at the thing’s chest and squeezed the trigger.

The blast deafened Flanahan, the kick driving him back a pace, despite his familiarity with the weapon.

He fell backwards, tripping over a body part, one that he didn’t want to think about.

Before his head struck the wet carpet, he saw that the figure had taken the blast. His aim had been true. What didn’t seem true was the fact that this beast had merely stumbled two steps backwards, gripping the sides of the doorframe for support and cracking them. He was striding back into the room.

Chapter 6, Friday the 13th: Hate Kill Repeat