"Ki ki ma ma..." There it is again. That.. Noise. It could only be.. Jason Voorhe- Wait. Who the hell is that offbrand? He rounds the corner slowly, tightly gripping his machete with a book stabbed in the side of his arm.. yikes. As he slowly starts to approach, he suddenly stops as another: "Ki ki.. ma ma..." fills the air, but wait a damn minute.. that one didn't come from his mask, but instead from behind you.. It's him. The big man. The REAL Jason Voorhees. They both stare down each other, both gripping their machetes...