AUTHOR'S NOTE: The following story contains brutal violence and gore and may offend some people. DO NOT READ IF BRUTAL VIOLENCE OFFENDS YOU!
FOR RUBYDRACOGIRL. No wonder I like to continue my tales. She gives 'em life.
A Nightmare On Elm Street
Dream Menace
By
Predy96
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Chapter One
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To some, he is a figment of the imagination. To others, he is a terror unlike any other they have imagined. He stalks them, laughing at their terror. He scratches the walls with his hands. They attempt to hide, but why do they think they can hinde from the creation of their own fear? Born of fear, made stronger by terror, he is an unstoppable force not of nature. He defies good, relishing in evil.
It is said that even Hell kicked him out. He enjoys the pain of his victims, soaking in their blood, licking their blood, drinking it, smelling it, then finally kills them. It is a game to him. He stalks them, hunts them. They run. They try to hide. Hide? From him? It is a laughable notion. To think that they can evade their own creation! Ha!
They don't know the half of it.
And, just when they think they've escaped him, he gets them. With hands screetching along the walls, he assaults their ears and minds. He plays with them, toying with their feelings, making them think of things. Things such as death. That they won't escape. He laughs at the fact that they are right.
They won't.
With a voice like gravel, he approaches. His prey tenses up, terrified of what will come next. Sometimes, he enters their heads. Controlling them brings a feeling of pure ecstasy, like he is flying high. He turns them on each other. Bloodlust makes him happier than anything. Nothing like the feeling of having your victims die in your hands. When he no longer has any use for them, he disposes of the body.
Sometimes, there's that special someone.
No, it's not love. It's the hunt. They resist. They challenge. They fight. It makes him excited. It drives him crazy. They sometimes surprise him. But, in the end, he always gets them. Until Nancy came along. She somehow managed to kill him. That little whore sucker-punched him hard. She landed a kick in his balls. It hurt, even if he was just a dream, his dick hurt. He vowed to kill the little bitch.
He did. And he enjoyed it very much. Her screams made him happy. More people met him. He killed them all. He never grew tired of it. The hunt. The confrontation. The kill. The screams.
His name...Krueger.
Freddy Krueger.
The Dream Menace.