It was 1989. Nicole Haim was seventeen years old. She had long light brown hair and dark blue eyes. She was 5'5 with light white skin. She was originally from California but her dad had gotten a job in Springwood, Ohio. So in the middle of Nicole's senior year they moved. They'd been there for two days. She'd just finished unpacking her room. Tomorrow she started school.

The next day she pulled into the student parking lot. She went to the administration office and got her class schedule and locker number. When she got to her locker she put in the combination but it wouldn't open. She tried it again. It didn't work. Suddenly a the side of someone's fist hit the locker and it opened. She looked over and saw a boy standing there. He was seventeen, 5'7 he was white was light blue eyes and short light brown hair.

"Thank you." Nicole said.

"You're welcome." "Are you new?"

Is it that obvious?"

"You have the same look I did last year."

"You were new last year?"

"Yep me and my sister." "I'm Corey Anderson."

"Nicole Haim."

"It's nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you to." The bell rang.

"What's your first class?"

"English."

"Mr. Preston?"

"That's my first class to." "I'll show you where it is."

Nicole had just arrived in her third period history class. The teacher told her to sit next to a girl with light brown hair with blonde streaks in it. Her hair was down to her shoulders. She had dark brown eyes. Nicole sat down next to her.

"Hi." The girl said.

"Hi."

"You're new huh?"

"Yeah."

"I'm Sara."

"I'm Nicole."

It was lunch period. Nicole got her lunch.

"Nicole over here." Sarah called. Nicole saw Sara, Corey and another girl and boy who she didn't know. She went over to the table. "Nicole this is my twin Corey, not identical." "This is my best friend Savannah and her boyfriend Chris. Savannah was eighteen. She was white with light blonde, medium length curly hair and light green eyes. Chris was white. He was seventeen. He had short black hair and light brown eyes.

"It's nice to meet you both." Nicole said.

"You like it here so far?" Savannah asked.

"It's ok but I miss home."

"Where's home?" Corey asked.

"California."

"Like Hollywood?" Chris asked.

"No." Nicole said. "San Francisco."

"Why did you move?" Sara asked.

"My dad got a new job."

"We're all going to "Crave Inn" after school if you wanna come." Corey said.

"What's that?"

"A diner."

"Ok."

Later that Nicole was laying in bed watching TV. Her eyes shut.

She opened her eyes back up and went downstairs to get a drink. She heard something hit the side of the house and went out to check it. She saw it was a branch. Then she saw three little girls in white dresses in her front yard. Two were whirling a jump rope while the other skipped in the middle. They were singing a song. "1,2, Freddy's coming for you, 3,4, better lock your door, 5,6, grab your crucifix… Nicole was really freaked out now and decided to go back inside. Only when she turned around it wasn't her house anymore. She saw a house that looked like it hadn't been lived in in years. It was very worn down with boarded up upstairs windows and a red door. She decided she wasn't going to go in but it started rain hard so she had no choice. As soon as she went in the door slammed shut and locked. The inside was just as decrypted looking as the outside. The paint was peeling off the walls and it was filthy inside. Even though she was alone she felt like someone was with her. A door opened in the hall with a glimmer of light showing. Nicole opened the door and went down the stairs. It led to a boiler room. There was fire going in the boiler. Nicole could hear a horrible screeching sound in the distance. She ran she could hear someone behind her. She went to go down a flight of stairs but tripped falling down the stairs and landing hard on her back. A grotesque man came down the stairs and knelt down over her. He had on a dirty red sweater with green stripes on it. His face was terribly burned. He raised his right hand which had four razor blades on it. He brought it down very fast…

The sound of Nicole's alarm woke her up. She shot up in bed shaking in a cold sweat. He left knee was hurting her. She pulled back the blankets and was confused to see a big purple bruise on her kneecap.

I'm taking a hiatus from wrestling stories for awhile. It's all I've done for eight years and I need a change.