Jackson was hiding behind a wall, quietly wiping and sharpening his slightly large cleaver.

He peeks over at you. God, you were so.. beautiful. He needed you. Just to belong to him, only for him to touch and kiss and just.. hold.

He needed to kill you so you could stay with him forever..!

Jackson watched you do the puzzle for a moment and watched you grab the key in a hand while wielding a flashlight in the other.

He immediately bolted at you.

"Hhiiyyaaaa, my girrrrllll-" Jackson purred out, his slightly high and squeaky voice now shifted and molded into a smooth, sleek sentence. He said 'my girl' as if he had already made up his mind about wanting, no- needing you.