He was confused. Who the hell would be at the door at midnight, the start of Halloween day? He peered through the window. Freddy. Of course it was his crazy friend. He unlocked the door and motioned him to come in. "Don't you know it's dangerous to be out at midnight on Halloween!" He scolded. "But M-Michael..."
Freddy sounded somewhat scared. "Tell me what's wrong." Concern flooded Michael's eyes. "I see this woman in my dreams.., she's burned a-and she has a glove, with knives as fingers!" "Well I'm sure there just dreams, Fred." "I thought that to. But look. Freddy lifted up his shirt to reveal 4 scars across his back.
Michael looked at them and became fearful. "Ok, I believe you." Michael opened the fride and grabbed a Red Bull. He tossed it in Freddy's direction. He heard the click as the drink was opened. "You'll need that to stay awake if she's in your dreams." Micheal paused for a second, then asked, "What's her name?" Fred set the drink down and replied "Nancy, I think. I've been having these dreams for a few weeks." "And you've decided not to tell me until now!You could've gotten killed!" Michael was shaking in fear. Horrific images of Freddy being cut open with the knives filled his mind. He tried to push the thoughts away,
but it was nearly impossible.
Freddy found himself fighting to keep his eyes open. It was about 3 am and the red bull hadn't lasted as long as hoped. Michael had gone to CVS for some energy drinks and candy to keep themselves awake. His words going out the door were "Don't fall asleep!" Freddy never thought those words could be oh so hard to obey.
He had checked the kitchen for anything to keep him up, but found nothing. He struggled for a few moments longer, but his eyes were slowly closing.
A sinister red mist flowed past Fred's feet. Sweat poured off his forehead. It was uncomfortably hot. He couldn't quite tell where he was, but it appreared to be some sort of factory. Damn, He thought, you fell asleep. You fell asleep and now you are going to die. Freddy slowly turned around. A horribly vivid image of a burnt woman with knives on a glove stood in front a him, a wicked smile across her lips. She wore a brown hat that was tilted down, covering her cruel blue eyes. Freddy didn't want to die.
Michael so far had 2 4-packs of red bull, 2 packs of Twizzlers, 7 of Skittles, about 15 airheads, 13 Peanut Butter Cups, and two 5 hour energy bottles.
He prayed it was enough. He put his items on the counter. The man laughed and said "Trying to stay awake, am I right?" "Yeah" Michael responded, not quite meeting the man's eyes. "I need these things fast, so please try and hurry." 10 items left. Mike bit his lip."Sure, you don't need to stay up you know."
6 items. "Yes I do!" "Geez, ok. Why though?" 3 items. 2... Done. "Because it's important!" He placed a 100 dollar bill on the counter, grabbed his bags, and ran out.
"KEEP THE CHANGE." He shouted. "Generous kid, wierd though." The man said to himself, shaking his head. Michael put his keys in the door and turned it.
To his horror, he found Freddy asleep. He studied him, not cuts. "Thank God it's not too late!" He went to the couch his friend was sleeping on and slapped him across the face. Freddy sat up and rubbed his cheek. "Thanks a lot." He frowned and tried to see any signs of his cheek bleeding. "Well did you want me to let you die?" Freddy didn't respond. Mike ran to the door and grabbed the bags he had dropped. "Here, take this to start." He handed him 2 peanut butter cups,
and 3 Red Bulls. It was going to be a long night.