Hands reached out from the shadows of the trees behind Finton. They seized the sides of his head so tightly that they felt automated, like production line clamps. Immense pressure caused his skull to collapse in on itself. Finton’s eyeballs dribbled down over his face like runny eggs. Jason’s hands shifted from the Finton’s head, roughly grabbing his torso and easily hauling the corpse back into the darkness.

Chapter 18, Friday the 13th: Hate Kill Repeat