Between that and Janet not working and all the fact he was wearing weird fancy fedora clothes, Jason wouldn't have been surprised if this was the bad place. Or a magnet. But Jason had like a bunch of pins in right right femur and those didn't feel weird so the house probably wasn't a giant magnet.
But he'd come to the kitchen, he figured maybe he could at least make good food. If there was like buffalo sauce or something. But he hadn't found that yet. Jason had actually dug his way into the back of one of the cabinets closer to the floor, a strangely vulnerable, oblivious, and claustrophobic position for a murderous ghost or other person.
But if Jason had learned anything in life, and you know he hadn't, it was that you didn't actually die in enclosed spaces like this, you just went to another place that was usually cool but also kind of freaky at the same time.
And he was already dead, what was he gonna do? DIE?
But he was kind of surprised, standing and hitting his head on the top of the counter before stumbling backwards and springing up, armored by his own stupidity. He saw the jalapeno poppers before he saw the other guy here.
"Yoooooooooooooooooo! Where'd you find those poppers!?"