iFreddy Kreuger
Rated PG-14
Summary: Freddy Kreuger makes a visit to Carly and her friends
A/N: My first iCarly fic. Just a little something for Halloween (hopefully I'll have it finished by then).
A/N 2: This isn't beta'd. It's just supposed to be for fun, but if anybody sees any glaringly obvious mistakes please let me know. Thanks! :D
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Prologue:
She thought she had smelled bacon. She followed the smell from her room, down the stairs and into what should have been her kitchen, but instead of the red tiling her mother had installed in the kitchen last week her feet landed on freezing concrete. There were pipes lined against the wall where the cat clock should have been ticking and a boiler sat in place of the stove. Nothing looked familiar, even the smell of bacon had dissipated.
"Hello? Is anybody there?" She caught herself calling out before she realized how pathetic she sounded.
"Of course no one's here, you moron." She mumbled to herself. "You're obviously having a nightmare. Just get it over with." She frowned and stepped closer to the center of the room. She turned quickly and observed the rest of the room. "Leaky pipes, check. Cold floor, check. Weird furnace, check. Out of place children's drawings, check. Yeah, this place is suitably creepy. I have got to stop eating burritos before bed."
The noise started when she was look at the drawings hanging on the wall. At first she thought it was her imagination, but then it came again, a quiet scraping. She turned and looked behind her, but only the bare walls of the room greeted her. She turned back around, only to hear the noise again.
"Would you quit with the noises already! I get it. I'm terrified. There's no need for the horror movie sound effects." She rolled her eyes and began to explore the furnace. She had just opened the tiny door to the inside when the sound came again. This time she refused to pay any attention to it. She leaned forward and inspected the inside. It was dark and smelled like burnt old meat. She could see part of a doll head and an old comic in the ashes. The sound was getting louder. It scraped quickly across the cement walls and heavy footsteps joined it. She could hear them coming closer and closer. She tried to ignore it, but her hand tightened on the furnace door, her breath came quicker and her ears strained to here the next scrape. A quiet laugh sounded right behind her ear and she could stand it no more. She whirled around only to be greeted with an empty room. No sinister figure, no heavy footsteps, only a dusty basement. Her lungs deflated and she laughed at her own idiocy. It wasn't like her to be afraid of a couple of spooky noises. She was really tired of this dream. It was getting on her nerves.
To prove that she wasn't a scaredy cat, she turned back to the furnace and stuck her head in, deliberately ignoring the rest of the room. Then a scarred head burst out of the ashes and laughed. She screamed and jumped back into a hard body. Before she could register the contact in her brain she jerked back and around only to find the same scarred head, and the body that went with it, standing behind her. The man continued to laugh and raised his hand in a wave. A cracked leather glove covered his hand and on the tips of his fingers, five sharp blades sliced past each other. The blades flashed down toward her and she felt them slice through her nightgown. She screamed and sat up in bed, breathing hard. When she steadied her breath she managed to laugh at herself.
"You are such a wuss." She said, but when she looked down she could see skin through five slashes in her nightgown.
