Can a normal, living person hold their breath all night?
Impossible.
Can a dead body's heart still beat?
Also impossible.
So if it's neither the living nor the dead—what could it be?
An evil spirit? A demon? A revenant? Or something else entirely?
Whatever it was, it should be over now—at least for the time being.
Later, several people dove into the lake to see Jason, the one sealed beneath the surface, with their own eyes.
They, too, claimed to have seen his heart still beating.
Jason's remains were pinned to the lakebed, a thick, solid stone pillar driven through his back. The pillar stood firm in the middle of the lake, and on top of it sat a stone platform.
And upon that platform stood the towering figure of Orga Ultraman.
He would guard the town, preventing Jason's return.
"Are you the one protecting everyone?"
"Thank you, Orga Ultraman."
The townspeople, thrilled by the news, quickly spread the word to friends and neighbors. Soon, everyone in town knew that it was Orga Ultraman who had stood up and saved them.
—Winter, 20XX, a clear night in Greenfield County.
The evil killer from Crystal Lake returned, slaughtering innocent residents. Just when despair loomed for the third time—
Spider-Man, Venom, and Pyramid Head each stepped up to fight in turn. They battled fiercely, but one by one, they fell to the brutal killer.
As death drew near and there was nowhere left to run—
Out of the flames, the hero known as Orga emerged, wielding incredible strength and unleashing a blinding energy beam that obliterated the Crystal Lake killer's body.
Then he sealed him deep beneath the lake.
Peace returned to the town.
---
Soon, a brand-new urban legend began to spread outward from Greenfield County.
Was it a mysterious alien being? A viral marketing stunt from Shingaya Corporation in Japan for their next big project?
Or maybe just an elaborate hoax dreamed up by small-town residents hoping to make headlines?
Speculation ran wild online.
> "Plagiarism! Shameful plagiarism! I've already sent out a lawyer's letter. Whoever's behind this—see you in court!"
> — Official statement from Shingaya Corporation's social media account.
Replies flooded in:
> "Don't turn into a clout-chasing circus. You probably faked it yourself."
>
> "But the names aren't even the same! And the proportions are way different from your traditional Ultraman designs—it's just a coincidence!"
>
> "How's that the same thing? Dyna might be fake, but our American Orga is the real deal!"
>
> "Seniority check! Orga's older than Dyna—he wins!"
>
> "I'm Team Orga! He's the one who saved us from the killer."
Shingaya fired back again:
> "Not only did they rip off our design, but also the concept of our upcoming project! To the traitor leaking info—show some shame and apologize publicly!"
More replies came pouring in:
> "So it's official, huh? When's the new one dropping?"
>
> "We've waited long enough! Where's the merch?"
>
> "If it's not a Japan–U.S. co-production of Ultraman Brothers, I'm not watching!"
---
Online drama aside, Greenfield County became a full-blown tourist hotspot in real life.
Visitors arrived nonstop for "pilgrimages" to the so-called holy site.
Taking a boat ride to see the statue of Orga Ultraman at the lake's center became the must-do local attraction.
The old Greenfield Winter Camp was officially renamed Greenfield Scenic Park.
The long trench that once connected the lakeshore to Crystal Lake was now paved with bricks and carefully maintained—a unique tourist walkway.
Selfies with the Orga statue flooded social media.
But the most iconic images remained those few blurry, low-quality phone photos circulated by Officer Pappas.
Fans analyzed every detail from every angle, searching for signs of Photoshop—some to debunk it, others to prove it was real.
---
One day, a man named Tommy arrived at Crystal Lake.
Yes—he was back.
But this time, he wasn't escaping from anywhere. He'd been released from the hospital, back to living as a normal man.
The last time he'd come, his one-man crusade had been cut short. He'd ended up spending a restless night in the holding cell at the Greenfield County Police Department.
When he woke up the next morning, he learned that his father-in-law, the sheriff, had been hospitalized—and another officer had died.
Days later, Tommy was sent back to the psychiatric hospital.
But since then, he hadn't had a single nightmare about Jason. It was as if the killer had finally faded from his memory.
His recovery went smoothly, and before long, he was discharged.
Now, standing once again by Crystal Lake, Tommy noticed how much had changed. The place was livelier, brighter—gone was that eerie, suffocating atmosphere.
Even the anxiety in his chest began to lift.
It really did feel peaceful again.
He couldn't help but wonder: if he hadn't missed that night… what kind of unbelievable scene would he have witnessed?
Tommy smiled faintly at the thought.
He truly believed Jason had once existed—and that he'd returned. But now, being here again, he could only barely sense Jason's presence… distant, fading, unreachable.
So far away, he'd never meet him again.
Maybe Jason really was gone for good.
A shame, Tommy thought—he never got to see the killer's final downfall with his own eyes.
He looked toward the center of the lake, staring silently at the stone statue.
Rustle…
A faint scratching sound caught his ear. Tommy turned and saw a young boy sitting in front of an easel, sketching in black and white.
"Hey… weren't you one of the kids from the last winter camp?" Tommy asked, feeling like the boy's face was familiar.
The kid—Tom—furrowed his brow, then set down his pencil. After a few seconds, recognition lit up his face.
"You're Megan's boyfriend," he said. "I remember—you were the first one who said Jason was coming back."
"But that night, after you left, you never came back. I used to imagine you'd show up like a hero and take Jason down."
Tommy's face flushed red. The boy's words hit harder than any insult. He felt like a coward—a deserter. "Kid, I'm sorry," he said quietly. "That night, they arrested me halfway there. Nobody believed me—they thought I was crazy."
For a moment, there was silence.
Tommy thought the boy didn't believe him either—until Tom calmly pulled out a sheet of paper and began sketching.
A few minutes later, he handed it over.
It showed Tommy sitting anxiously in a holding cell, surrounded by bubbles that represented his memories. Inside one of them was a small figure wearing a mask.
"I believe you," Tom said softly. "You're a brave man."
"Thanks for saying that," Tommy replied. "But I still owe you an apology—for not being there that night."
"It's okay. I'm not scared anymore."
Tom smiled faintly, then took out a small stack of drawings. "Look," he said. "I drew everything that happened that night."
"Can I see them?"
"Of course."