#ghostfacevore

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Can we get more belly smothering/bullying with disposal teases?

I'll do a G.hostface story for this one, based on your follow-up ask!

It was a glorious moment of victory for the masked killer. He'd picked off a couple of guys so far, just to put everyone on edge...and maybe to thicken out his body a bit as well. When the party started, he had a nice pot belly that was just barely visible through the cloak he wore. He's very thankful for the outfit, honestly, given that it works so well with his growing body. Three men already and he was starting to get chubby. But tonight...tonight's going to be different. It's going to be a feast.

It's five tonight, and unlike the last three, it's all at once--well, one at a time, but not a whole lot of time letting them churn. The first one was taken down in the bathroom--pulled behind the shower curtain and scarfed down. The next was outside with some luring texts, hit over the head, and devoured before he could wake up. The third was trying to get into his car but his keys were somewhere in G.hostface's lower tract--and he would be pretty soon after. The fourth was just done having sex with the fifth, neither of which had even noticed the party cleared out or disappeared down the man's hatch. They...went down together.

There was only one person left. G.hostface’s main ‘prey’, the one surrounding it all. They’d noticed their disappearing friends and are the reason the rest of the party is gone but they’re all on their own now. It doesn’t take long for the masked killer to get them cornered snd pinned under his massive gut. It’s groaning loudly, stuffed taut with five men inside, their cloak just barely covering their stomach but not doing enough to hide the bulges of the live, squirming prey. Not that he’d want to hide them—no, in fact, he’s absolutely relishing in this. It’s a perfect plan come to fruition.

"So, how's it feel?" the masked killer says to the man pinned under his gut. "Feeling your friends dying just in front of you? Knowing that they're melting alive in my guts, destined to fill out my figure as more plushness and...heh, well, also fill out a toilet bowl or five." He isn't expecting an intelligible answer--and in fact, the best he gets is some muffled words against his gut and some pathetic squirming. It does work out a rather meaty belch from G.hostface at the very least.

"Oooh yeah...they're really churning up in there, too. I ate that loser stoner you liked hanging out with so much--he throws a great party, huh? I think he's sloshing around somewhere in my intestines right now and he's gonna be stinking things up pretty soon. Oh, and I made sure to save your boyfriend for last so he's still kicking around in there~ Did you know he had a side piece? Yeah, your best friend, they were doing in while I guzzled them down! Guess I did you a favor, huh? No need to thank me~ You could say...I'm your boyfriend now, Nancy." The killer laughs at his own reference as he feels some new squirms from the pinned treat under his belly.

G.hostface pushes his gut down harder on the man, letting out another heavy belch. His breath reeks of meat and death and he's absolutely relishing in it. He can feel and hear the panic of his still live meals--he's pretty sure there's only three still kicking around in there right now and even that's not going to last long. "I've recorded every second, you know. I have a movie to make and it's going great. I bet the big drop-off at the end will make a good climax, right?" He pats his gut a few times, chuckling darkly. "But don't worry--horror movies where the final girl--er, guy, this time--dies at the end are so dreary! No...I'll make sure the two of us have lots of fun from here on out. We have some sequels to write, you and I. And you still have a contact list to empty out...heh..." His guts rumble loudly, already eager at the prospect of having more meat. This is going to be such a good time.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

person who requested ph disposal here, was sooo good <3 may i be even more of a weirdo and request some ghostface pred with disposal and weight gain too?

He deserves to win every once in a while...well I guess he wins a lot around here, but he still deserves it!

A thick belch rumbles in the empty house as G.hostface settles back on the couch with a content sigh. His stomach is so large and heavy that he can feel it resting in his lap. His once breathable robes are now tight on his body, ripping in places where he grew too much too fast--the biggest one is right across the front of his gut, exposing the soft flesh. He slowly rubs over his gut and gives it a good smack, making it wobble. This...was the best idea he's ever had in his life.

A horror movie fanatic, this G.hostface was intent to play in the role he always loved most--the big, scary slasher. But he wanted to claim his victims in ways that no one ever has tried--total consumption! He got into a friend group at college and started picking them off. The first one had been his own roommate, attacked in the showers in the gym and devoured naked. It was a great first meal and leaving the stinking pile behind in his locker had been a lot of fun--even if a bit difficult to manage. He'd wanted to close that locker for someone to find but half of him had slopped out onto the floor so he had to go with the sloppy approach.

The second kill was better. He got a guy who worked at the school's library and hunted him through the shelves. He got a couple bruises from some books to the head but he still claimed his prey. It was a lot of fun to be belching as loud as he could in the library while melting his prey down. Leaving the stinking mess on a book cart to be found had been a much better display than his first prey.

The third was just a gimmie because...well, to be honest, G.hostface just got really hungry after those first two increasing his appetite. He was just some dude dating one of the guys in the group but that was good enough--he'd snuck in through his window and devoured him in his sleep while his boyfriend was in the shower. He'd been a bit worried he wouldn't finish off his meal in time, but he just barely managed. melting that guy down in record time felt...so fucking good and dumping him off in his own bed was good. He'd almost fucked up when he realized his ass had gotten too big for the window but he manages to squeeze through just before the boyfriend returned.

He had to slow down a bit after that, though. Three men was leaving a very notable weight gain on him that he couldn't keep making excuses for. His shirts already didn't fit anymore and he'd ripped at least two pairs of jeans in front of people because of how large he's gotten. Luckily, the big frat party going on that weekend gave him the grand stage for his finale. Moving around in the crowd with his costume was pretty easily, especially as the men around him got more wasted. He took one of his prey down while he was in the bathroom and filled the bathtub with the thick logs of crap he was reduced to. After that, he spread a rumor to some guys that the cops were coming to get people to bail so he could attack more openly.

His next two prey were using one of the bedrooms for a good time. It was so easy to get them. When the first one stepped out to find why people were leaving the party, G.hostface jumped him, greedily snarfing him down. He immediately waddled into the room, the second meal not even looking at him. It was perfectly easy to slurp him down as well and enjoy his double meal. He was trying to think about where he'd want to leave them when his other meal came in and saw him sitting on the bed, two people screaming and squirming in his guts. Chasing that guy around was not fucking easy while so full, but thankfully his gut was sticking out enough for him to just knock the guy right down the stairs to incapacitate him. G.hostface was still winded though as he hoists the man up and starts to guzzle him down next, pushing his belly to further limits.

He'd do his best to melt those three down as fast as he can, managing to mulch up three live men in record time. The bassy belch he lets loose doesn't do much for subtly anymore...or the bassy fart that follows soon after. But he makes sure to take his shit in front of the front door so the waist-high pile of crap at least kept it shut. Sure enough, though, his remaining meals were well aware of his presence now.

He found them in the kitchen and...well, he doesn't want to admit it, but he kind of got his ass kicked. Eating and digesting three men so fast honestly was exhausting, and he's now carrying an extra hundred or so pounds on his body, so he got beat around while trying to chase them down around the house. But he manages to get the upper hand when one of the two remaining men tries to shove him over the couch in the living room. He grabbed onto the guy and they both went tumbling over it and out of sight. When he got to his feet again, his stomach is full, and there's only one prey left. His crap at the front door stops his meal from escaping, and soon he's slurping down his final meal of the night.

And now, late into the night, with a steaming pile of shit sitting on the table in front of him, all G.hostface can do is simply enjoy his handiwork. Sure, he's a bit bruised and banged up, but he did it! He got to live out his dream of being the killer of a horror movie. His hands run along his heavy gut, large enough that it looks like there's a human inside even while empty. His ass and thighs have basically ripped the seams of his pants apart, as has his thicker arms. He'd not going to lose this weight for a good while.

...but despite that, he's already planning his sequel.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

I saw your Ghostface belly bullying/smothering post! I was wondering if we could get that sequel that he was teasing us about! With his ‘prey’ very slowly becoming reluctantly into it and to his growing size with even more belly bullying.

Yeah, I’d love to do more with that! Also here's the first part which I forgot to link.

A massive belch roars out of the masked man while his gut bounces and sloshes around. It's been a couple of months since G.hostface had claimed his victory--and ownership--over his chosen prey. That first batch had already left him rather chunky, giving him a soft, round body type after all the additional heft. It's gotten worsen since then. Even when he's not full, he basically waddles around every time he moves after how fat he's gotten. But that's what his new diet will do to a guy.

He currently has three guys boiling into slop in his guts--a father and two of his adult sons, all fighting pathetically for their lives in the depths of the killer's tank. Another thick belch rumbles out of him and he gives his gut a few slow smacks in satisfaction. "Oh fuck yeah, I love a good dad bod...it really makes a meal good. Don't you agree?" He pushes his gut down, the bed creaking under him as he forces his prey deeper into the mattress.

It's been a good few months for the killer. He's turned his prey's phone into a menu and has been picking off every stray contract in it. Friends were the easiest to get in big batches and he's burned through most of those--anyone left is just too out of reach for the moment. He targeted other people in the prey's life, too, like professors and classmates and roommates he'd taken an affinity to. But this time, he's finally taken it a step up--he's gone after his prey's family.

"If I had know your pops was going to be such a good meal, I would have chowed on him first," the killer says, patting his gut some more as it gurgles and bubbles wetly. "Your brothers were pretty good, too. Nice appetizers for the real meal. You don't have more, do you?" There's a muffled reply against his gut and some rather deep rubbing. Guess not but oh well. "Then we'll have to worry about the extended family next, won't we?" The rubs turn into a shove that works out a deep belch from the killer. Hell, it nearly knocks his own mask off!

"Alright, alright, I get it--I won't be so greedy with this one. I know how much you love getting to feel the tank work everyone you love into sludge one by one..." It was honestly great. G.hostface hadn't expected his prey to get so into it but it seems like he's come around on the whole thing. He just loooves being smothered under the fattening gut as it smelts down whatever sap ended up inside. It's made the whole thing a lot more fun~ "Mmf...I think my gut got a little excited, though. Feels like your brothers already croaked. I bet daddy'll be dead soon, too..." His gloves hands roam over his gut, feeling it getting softer yet again. He pushes down, working out a wet squelch as they sink in.

"Guess that makes me daddy now, right?" Another harsh shove on his gut makes him belch out a pair of cracked glasses. "Ugh, fine, too soon. Just knock that off and listen to me claim your family." He's definitely going to need some new robes soon. They've been getting tight on his growing gut and ass since he finished off his prey's professors. He's definitely going to grow out of them after this one...though that idea is kind of exciting, too. It gives him even more weight to throw around for his prey.

He hopes the uncles will be just as fattening...

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

How about prompts for slashers who try voring a victim for the first time, but end up doubled over with stomach ache because they're struggling to digest the prey?

I think there's some merit to this idea just because I think it's really funny.

The first time J.ason had tried to get rid of people on the campgrounds in the...cleaner way he'd discovered, it didn't go well. It was just a couple sleeping in a tent out in the woods, but any intrusion was not allowed. He tore through their tent with ease, dragged the two men out kicking and screaming, and began to work them down. He got one in his gullet, keeping the other's face pressed to his stomach as he gulped and slurped down such a wiggly meal. It was his first time trying it out on a live human--before, the wildlife and the occasional stray dog had been used as test subjects. As he goes to the man's waist, he threw his head back, letting those kicking legs slip right down the hatch. His stomach bloated out with a slosh as he dropped inside and he could even feel the other man shake as that gut filled out with meat. J.ason was just about to hoist the other man up into his open jaws when he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. His prey had gotten some bearing and was starting to squirm harder. He felt another sharp kick and it makes the massive groan instead. It's not long before he's on the ground, clutching his gut as it shifts and wiggles around with lively prey. Nothing J.ason has eaten so far has squirmed with so much fight and his stomach isn't quite used to something so lively. Sickly belches erupt from him as his stomach tries to do something about the heavy discomfort inside. All the while, that prey's lover is being pinned by that gut, unable to move away or fight back. He can only lay there, forced to listen and feel every little thing. He'll be next just as soon as J.ason's gut has gained its control again. And once it's used to this kind of prey, it's unlikely he'll be able to do as much damage as his boyfriend.

He wanted to be the next. He wanted to do it better than the rest. He wanted to do it in a way no one had yet. G.hostface was going to become a name everyone knew again thanks to him. But no one warned him that it was going to fucking hurt. He was splayed out on the couch in a frat house, long after a party, where his first victim--his prey--had been hanging out in an effort to clean up while everyone else was gone or drunk. It'd been a bit difficult even getting the guy pinned down, but once he'd managed that, G.hostface had an easy time horking the frat bro down like the massive slab of beef he was. But fuuuck he just won't stop moving! Every kick and shove is giving him the stomachache of a lifetime. The guy just doesn't know when to quit! He thought that eating his victims would be a new spin on the formula--knives are just so 90's, after all. But it's been an hour and he's not making any progress besides a constantly cramping gut. The killer is just grateful everyone in the house is blackout drunk because he can't stop moaning and whining or just letting out deep, harsh belches. He ends up lying on his gut, rocking back and forth while massaging it with both hands in some effort to soothe it. "Oooogh...just die already..!" He pushes down on a lump made by the man's head, blasting another harsh belch out of him. Maybe this was a bad idea after all, but it's too late to call it quits now. He just...needs to...melt this one...faster!

After getting out of that sanitarium, M.ichael could finally quell that deep hunger that had been growing inside of him for so long. At first, the blade of a knife through some flesh used to do the job, but it feels...different now. Like it's evolved. He stalks silently for something to satiate it, and he manages to find that. He stalks someone into a road stop bathroom--it's some truck driver, he didn't know the guy. It didn't matter, though. It was prey. Michael paused in the doorway of the bathroom. Prey...that word feels right. The hunger inside of him is growling. He places a hand on his stomach and finally walks in. Empty stall...empty stall...empty stall...closed stall. He kicks the door in, catching the man with his pants down. The masked killer didn't wait for him to react, he simply shoved the man back and pinned down his arms. His jaws open wide and he engulfs the trucker's head. Thick, wet gulps ring out as he sucks the guy deeper. The hunger has to be sated. This is the only way to do so. He takes his seat on the toilet as he shovels the trucker's legs down the hatch, his stomach bloating out heavily in his lap as the man is forced inside. There's a wonderful sense of bliss for all of two seconds before M.ichael feels a horrible pain shoot through his torso--the man inside his stomach has come to his senses and is thrashing about and it feels like he swallowed a live beehive. He lets out a low groan, doubling over and pressing his gut further against his legs. His hunger was sated but now he had a new issue--his body was used to only the bland sanitarium food he'd been eating for years. Live prey like this was not something his body had been prepared for, even if it was craving it. He was going to be stuck here for a while trying to get used to this feeling. But at the very least, if more prey walk in, he'll have more practice. He's going to need it, it seems.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

The only thing that beats slashers as preds? Slashers as prey.

You are absolutely right. Time to snack on some deranged killers.

G.hostface had just finished leaving behind what used to be the best friend of the guy he was tormenting. It was so satisfying to digest that guy alive and leave him as a pile on the floor. He pulled out his phone and dialed up the same number the always did for a bit of taunting, but he was surprised when it was the guy who spoke first. "Guess what, asshole?" G.hostface pauses, not sure what his prey was getting to. "...what?" "I traced your phone, fucker!" G.hostface blinks. He did...what? He didn't get much more time to think about it before he was pinned to a wall from behind. He hadn't even realized the call was coming from inside the house, and now it was too late, his head engulfed in another man's maw. He squirmed and yelled, but his hefty frame was effortlessly slurped down the hatch, his phone coming back up with a wet belch. Seems like his game of cat and mouse ended early, and he was the mouse now.

J.ason knew someone was invading his forest, which is why he was stomping through the hunt them down. He'd had a few un ins with them already, and they were surprisingly difficult to take down. When he ended up being strung up in the air by a snare, he wasn't too happy. The cocky survivalist came out under him with a hunting knife, as if that was going to do anything. Jason swung his machete, slicing the rope holding him up with ease, and he fell straight down...into the survivalist's gullet. The man didn't even need to gulp as the heavy killer drops straight into his gut, the machete falling to the ground next to him the same time his gut bounced and sloshed with its sudden meal. He let out a deep belch, a hockey mask flying gout and hitting the ground as hsi gut begins to move around wildly. Not exactly what he had in mind to take the killer down...but he could work with this.

M.ichael was a stalker. He knew how to stay out of the way and out of sight when it came to tracking down his prey. He's light on his feet and moves quickly and silently at all times. But he can't control the environment, and the door he opened creaked so loudly that it was impossible not to notice. The man he'd been stalking was up in an instant, and M.ichael acted fast, trying to take the guy to the floor and devour him. But...it didn't work. M.ichael was shoved back too hard and went toppling over the couch with his prey. They land, and the s.hape finds his head somewhere dark and went. Then the gulping starts up, and it takes no time at all for him to get devoured by his would-be prey. The man sits back down on his couch, panting heavily with his gut now settled in his lap, already starting to churn around his meal. "...weird night, huh?"

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Unwilling slasher preds, if you please!

Hm hm, an interesting prospect. I can't think of anything that'll make a deranged killer want to kill you less than being waaaay too into it, so...

No, no, no! It was wrong! All of it was so wrong! G.hostface had been playing this for weeks--no, months! He had everything planned out so perfectly and it had gone so well! Friend after friend, screaming and begging as they slide down his gullet and into his ever fattening gut, digesting away so that he could use them to taunt his true prey. It was all going so perfectly! And then that bastard, the one this was all about, the person he wanted to scare and torture so badly, was into it? When he'd finally come around to claim his prey, the guy was begging to be his food. How could he have possibly missed this?! There's no point in it if this is what he wanted..! He had tried to leave, refuse to play along at all, but he was pinned to a wall quickly, hands groping his fat gut. The look in his prey's eyes...it wasn't fear. It was wrong. And yet he felt those hands soon shoving into his maw, down his gullet, and he had no choice but to swallow again and again and again until the guy was curled up deep in his stomach, wiggling around and making only the happiest of noises. This was not how it was supposed to go...

J.ason was...oh so very conflicted. On one hand, he was glad to be getting rid of the frat boys invading his camp and tainting his territory. On the other hand...the absolute vulgarity in it all made his stomach churn uncomfortably. Normally they would freak out or plead or run. And of course, he would always track them down and claim his meals. But this group of guys were just...different. Made it was something they smoked or the beer they'd been drinking, or maybe he was just unfortunate this time, but they were getting...really into it. After he guzzled down the first two guys, he had assumed all the bouncing around in his gut was struggling...he was wrong. he knew he was wrong from the way the other guys would rub his stomach and beg to be next with hazy, drunken, lustful eyes. J.ason very quickly wanted nothing to do with them, but even a powerful man like him was no match compared to needy, desperate prey. Each guy was able to force themselves down his gullet one way or another, sliding into his gut to join the rest of the group in their depravity. In the end, they were all down the hatch like they wanted to be, but J.ason was left wanting nothing more than to spit them up and chase them away. But he knew there was no choice but to give them what they wanted, as much as it stood against everything he worked for.

M.icheal was only in it for the hunt. He didn't care about the taste of his prey, or their size, or how long they lasted in his stomach. He liked the stalking, the preying, and chase and the thrill, and the look in their eyes when he finally caught them. And then of course, he ate them, like one would do to any piece of food they had gotten. But this one was different. There was no chase. No, instead, this one had cornered M.icheal, hands on his chest as he looked up with big puppy dog eyes. Being told that his prey wanted to be eaten was...different. M.icheal usually didn't express much emotion, but disgust was something on the tip of his tongue now. He pushed them away and tried to leave, but the prey refused, getting in his way again. When he tried to toss them aside, they grabbed onto him tightly, and when he lifted them up to carry them away, they'd shoved their hands into his mouth and started wiggling deeper. M.icheal's gullet had never released its grip on his prey, and he'd always considered that a good thing, until right this moment, when the one who took all the fun out of it was caught in its snare and sinking deeper. He hated that he was overpowered like that, and even if the prey was now in his stomach, he was going to do everything he could to ensure they enjoyed this as little as possible.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

I know you don't do much macro/micro but I'd love some prompts for slashers who like to play with their micro snacks before gorging themselves on them, if you're up for it

Oh yeah, sure!

The size of M.ichael's prey never matters to him. When he's set his sights on something, he's going to eat it. Even if those somethings are barely a few inches tall. He managed to find an entire group of them, presumably having been trying to avoid a sudden rain storm in his house. But now they were his to play with for their game of cat and mouse. Each person was scooped up, one after another, and popped into his mouth to be swallowed down. No matter what they did and where they tried to hide, M.ichael was able to grab and eat them with utter, laughable ease. His gut was a little bloated after the eighth one slipped down the hatch to join the rest squirming in his gut. Not as filling as his typical prey, but it was never about being full. It was about the hunt. With a rough smack and a belch, he was sated for the time being.

There was nothing J.ason couldn't find in his own forest. He knew every bush, every tree root, every single fallen leaf. There wasn’t a damn place the group of tinies that had entered his space could hide in that he wouldn’t find. They still did their best--in a forest, tinies have a lot of options. But there wasn’t a one J.ason couldn’t find, and each person he discovered was roughly grabbed, popped into his mouth, and gulped down. His already soft muscle gut didn’t bloat out at all when he sent the last of them slithering down his gullet, but he could feel the mass of meat moving around inside. He simply belched into the forest and lumbered off to rest after dealing with his latest set of intruders.

G.hostface realized there was just the slightest of issues with the person he was tormenting. They were a tiny, as were all of their friends, and that wouldn’t give him very good audio to work with on phone calls. So, the masked killer decided he’d change the formula a bit and go with video calls and recordings. He never showed his face, of course, but he’d make sure to show the camera each of his catches in his maw, sitting on his tongue and trying to limb out but only slipping further in until a gulp sucked them right down his gullet. But one of them wasn’t satisfying at all, and he ended up eating the entire bunch in one night, including his initial target. Now he had all these vidoes and no one to show...but he knew there were freaks out there that’d like it. Hell, maybe he can use them to find a new target.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

I’m going to start really indulging now, so we’re doing some s.lasher vore prompts.

M.icheal M.yers, The Shadow, considered inhuman by all. He is thought to be nothing more than the embodiment of pure evil. Even if this is true, he has the body of a human, and that body gets hungry. That’s why he stalks people around town, hunting down the perfect prey. He’s not a picky man, not at all, but he has to be careful. Guys in big groups aren’t any good. So are the ones standing in plain view of other people. He won’t get anywhere eating a guy that’s still inside the bar or diner he’s waiting outside of, either. But there’s always the one. The guy who goes off on his own, walking down the street late at night in the dark. There’s that feeling of being watched, but he never sees anyone around him. Not until the shadow is behind him. Then he’ll get one moment to see those open jaws and then...ULP! Down he goes, bloating out Micheal’s guts. He’s a good meal, but he’s still hungry. He’s always hungry. He sees another, stepping out of their front door. He’s on the hunt again.

G.hostface is an enigma. There isn’t just one G.hostface, there’s as many as there needs to be. As many times as fear needs to be struck into the hearts of people. It starts with picking out the group of guys to target. He’s seen all the movies, he knows the drill. Find the group of future victims and start targeting them. Take one down quick, one that won’t be noticed. A few gulps and he’s gone. Then call the one being saved for last, say something cryptic and belch into the phone. Maybe hold it up again his gut so the muffled yells and thick gurgles can be heard. One by one they’ll go down, devoured by the killer all to get at one person. The big, delicious treat. The sweet dessert of the meal. But fear always tastes so much better, and that fear is best when he’s the last one standing and gets to see G.hostface’s costume stretched across a thicker gut and fattened hips before the final guy goes to join it.

H.eelshire mansion is a beautiful place with one seemingly strange thing about it. As the caretaker of the house, you’re also there to watch after the doll. The old couple that left you there gave you rules to follow, and being nice and professional, you follow them. You weren’t sure how seriously to take it until things began disappearing. Your boxers, food in the fridge, any guy that came by. In a month, you’d cycled through five grocers, ten mailmen, and you definitely know people have knocked on the door only to be gone when you answered. And then there’s the noises in the wall. Thumps and belches and deep, churning groans, like someone ate too much and had a stomach ache. You’re starting to realize that B.rahms might not just be a doll, but that’s usually as far as people got before they disappeared, too. Hopefully you’ll be different. He seems to like you.

//Explicit disposal ment. under cut

J.ason V.oorhees is a large and intimidating man. Living in the woods around C.amp C.rystal Lake, he’s like it’s protector. Any man that enters those woods or that old, abandoned camp site goes missing. The people who live in the area know it’s Jason’s doing. No one else seems to listen. It happens every summer. A couple looking for some place secluded? Gone, usually with a belch. A group of college students looking for a place to get drunk and party? It only takes one night to clear one of those groups out, one or two at a time, but none left over. Hikers? Birdwatchers? Some lost tourist? Gone, gone, gone. No one’s brave enough to go collect what’s left. Acid stained clothes that got belched up, cars that have been left to time, cabins left dirty with empty beer bottles and toppled furniture from struggling guys devoured right out of them. And, of course, steaming piles of crap of various sizes that are left in the woods as a warning. Ones that are never heeded, it seems. Jason hates all the intruders, but in the end, they keep him very, very well fed. If they didn’t, he might have to start expanding his territory, and no one wants that.

What’s that phrase again? ‘You get eaten in your dreams and you get eaten in real life?’ That sounds wrong, but that’s how F.reddy K.ruger works. He loves targeting the younger crowd, recent high school graduates and college freshmen are his main prey of choice. Bright eyed guys ready to enter the world as adults, only to find themselves in a nightmare like a defenseless child. You can run and hide and cry all you want, but he’ll hunt you down, and he’ll devour you whole. And come morning, all that’ll be left in your bed is a fresh pile of crap to be found by your roommates. A signal that they’re next on Freddy’s menu, no doubt. He always loves it when his meals have a second course waiting for him.