Despite holding little hope for success, Halo seized the end of the table and yanked it upwards, surrendering the china to gravity’s pull. It smashed against the floorboards. When the table was vertical, Halo stood between its legs and pushed it over to the door, barricading Jason out. The table was, after all, roughly the same size as the entrance. But it wasn’t going to work. She knew that.

Jason shoved the table away from the door with phenomenal force, sending Halo flying across the room. She landed awkwardly, crying out as her lower back made equally raucous complaints. The machete was no longer in her hand: she had no idea where it had ended up.

“Oh fuck,” breathed Shona as Jason reappeared, tossing the table aside like a minor irritation. It hammered off a wall and landed on the floor, narrowly missing Halo.

Chapter 11, Friday the 13th: Hate Kill Repeat