Kris (POV)
I walked down the endless, cold, dark, damp, hallway and all I hear is the scratching of metal. As I took each step the tension of someone watching me grew and grew. The scariest part was….I didn't know how I got here. This is scarier than when Nancy found actual human bones and took them to school. My heart stopped when I heard the laugh of raspy old voice. If Glen were here, he'd probably say that this was some sort of John Carpenter movie. I finally had found another doorway after walking what felt like miles. Through it was a boiler room that sent chills up my spine just by looking at it. Now the fear that was traveling through my entire body reached its climax. However, when I turned around to leave, all that was there was a wall blocking my escape. The sound of scraping metal grew louder and louder. I started to walk a little faster than I had in the hallway as I explored the creepy architecture. I looked at every path way, around every corner to find nothing but pipes and machines. As I explored more, I began to find white curtains hanging from upper levels. Then something had torn threw one of the curtains that caused me to run for my life. I was running so fast that my heart would explode. I finally had gotten to a dead end. I turned around to see the "something" that had been chasing me running to a different point. I started to walk and look at what it was doing. Before I even got a yard to the corner, something grabbed me from behind. I finally realized it was a man with burnt skin, and claws that could easily cut your skin. He also had a red and green Christmas sweater with a hat. When the claws started to reach for my stomach, I struggled to get free and heard my black shirt that I always wear to bed rip. Then finally I woke screaming to the top of my lungs just like every other night. I heard running footsteps coming towards my bedroom. The door had swung open revealing my mother had heard me.
Springwood, Ohio
Fall 1984
"Are you okay, Kris?" She asked with a concerned tone. She had her hair all rustled up which had meant she was sleeping. Otherwise, she wouldn't be caught dead with that hair. I had answered yes to her question and apologized for waking her up. She was then staring at my shirt which was now ruined.
"We need to start cutting your fingernails young lady. My god, you have to stop having those types of dreams." She left before I wanted to explain. I had to get rid of the shirt. I took off one shirt and put on another one that had been on the floor. Then I took a look at my fingernails. They were neither sharp nor long enough to tear the shirt.
In the morning, I had rushed out the door without breakfast. I wanted a reasonable explanation for how could a nightmare man rip your shirt in a dream and it gets ripped in real life. Then I heard the brakes to a car right next to me. It was my friends.