A Nightmare on Elm Street: Harvest of Souls
Prologue
By: Fernando Rangel
This was ridiculous.
Chris walked past his parents and went inside the house. They had to move away from L.A. for this, a simple little town with a mediocre existence? So what if it had been revamped the past few years, it was still a no nothing town. Chris looked at the white house, with its green roof, and the red little door; it made him sick. What did I do to deserve this?
He walked into the house and set his things down. As he walked back out, he spied some kids gawking at him and pointing at his house.
"Great, even the locals hate it. Whoopee!"
He went back inside, "Mom, dad! Can I go talk to those kids outside?" He looked at them strangely, "Um.right, ok I'm going to take that as a yes." He watched as they continued to just stand and watch him leave as though it were "Leave it to Beaver" time.
As soon as he walked out, he saw the kids were gone. He walked down the sidewalk and suddenly felt very cold. He walked down the street and looked both ways when he heard light humming, "What the fuck?" He swung around and jumped back when he saw the little girl. "God kid, you scared me."
The little girl giggled, "Sowwy."
"It's ok." He looked at her. "What are you doing here kid? This is my home now."
The girl giggled once more. Chris was getting annoyed. He sighed a big sigh and said, "So what's your name kid?"
She gave him a big smile and said, "Debbie."
"That's a pretty name." He said trying to be nice.
"What are you doing here?" He asked the girl, who sat on her knees drawing on the sidewalk with her jump rope by her side.
"Waiting for Freddy."
"Is he your brother or something?"
She giggled again.
Then the rain began to drip, the sky darkened, began to thunder and cackle, then the girl disappeared. "Fuck me," he said and ran to the front of his door.it looked different. However, he couldn't think about that right now, right now it was about being dry.
As soon as he was inside, he noticed his parents were gone. "That's weird. Mom! Dad!" He ran up a few steps and called again, nothing. He turned back around and quickly exclaimed, "Well so much for family time." He smiled evilly, "Oh what a shame."
He ran into the kitchen and an odious stench permeated through the room. "What the hell is that?" He said as he put the back of his wrist to his nose and tried to breathe.
He walked towards the refrigerator, and placed his hand on the lever when he noticed how sticky and warm it felt. He let go and on his hand, he saw red thick blood, which began shaking at the sight of the crimson fiend that he now noticed dripped onto the floor, seeping through the crack of the refrigerator door.
What the hell is going on, he thought, if this is a joke, it's seriously not funny.
He cautiously opened the refrigerator door and let out a yelp. His father dwelled within the refrigerator.bits and pieces.a leg in the fruit basket.a hand in the butter compartment.his head on the main food tray, garnished with cabbage and tomatoes, cauliflower, and as a finishing touch, an apple was stuffed in his father's mouth as it sat on a silver platter. Chris backed away slowly, covering his mouth with his un-blooded hand and tried hard not to scream.
He ran to the door saying, "Oh shit," and tried to run out the door, but he was lead back to the living room. "Ok," he turned around.no way out."
He walked upstairs and turned into his room, maybe there was a way out there.
He walked through and found himself in a boiler room. He walked on; sweat was all over his body, whereas a minute ago, he had been freezing. He walked through chains and he looked down-he was in his pajamas. "What the.."
Suddenly a big bang came from the other side of the room and he jumped. He cautiously walked on, his bare feet hurting with every step.
"Chris." a light voice cried out in a taunting tone.
He whipped around, no one.
He walked on.he heard screeching.and his name was called again, only this time followed with a chuckle that compared to a sucking chest wound. He tried his hardest to stay together, but a guy could only take so much.
"Hello." he called out, "is someone there?"
No one replied and he relaxed, stepping back, until he suddenly stepped onto someone's toe.
He froze.
The hidden assailant grabbed the back of Chris's neck and licked his cheek, "Let's play."
Suddenly Chris heard the flick of the man's glove that had knives for fingers. Horrible burns covered the man's face. He wore a dirty green and red sweater, and a dusty brown hat.
As the man's glove came closer to his stomach.all the while he was screaming and trying to wiggle away he managed to yell, "Who the fuck are you, you son of a bitch?"
"Your worst nightmare," the burned man declared chuckling as his words lingered in the air, and suddenly Chris abruptly woke up.
Chris's breathing was heavy and hard; sweat riddled his body causing his sheets to become drenched and soaked. His mother rushed in with worry, "Honey.honey, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," he said. "Nothing.just a bad dream."
She stared at him in surprise and gave him a stern, yet horrified look.
"I know, mom, I know. You don't have to tell me. I'm sorry I didn't do it."
"Just don't forget to." She smiled at him and said, "Will you be ok?"
"Yeah. Promise."
She nodded and sighed in relief, "Good, then maybe we can get a good night's rest, one of us has school tomorrow." Chris cringed, Oh yay, he thought as he watched him mother stand up and leave, zigzagging through the maze of boxes.
Prologue
By: Fernando Rangel
This was ridiculous.
Chris walked past his parents and went inside the house. They had to move away from L.A. for this, a simple little town with a mediocre existence? So what if it had been revamped the past few years, it was still a no nothing town. Chris looked at the white house, with its green roof, and the red little door; it made him sick. What did I do to deserve this?
He walked into the house and set his things down. As he walked back out, he spied some kids gawking at him and pointing at his house.
"Great, even the locals hate it. Whoopee!"
He went back inside, "Mom, dad! Can I go talk to those kids outside?" He looked at them strangely, "Um.right, ok I'm going to take that as a yes." He watched as they continued to just stand and watch him leave as though it were "Leave it to Beaver" time.
As soon as he walked out, he saw the kids were gone. He walked down the sidewalk and suddenly felt very cold. He walked down the street and looked both ways when he heard light humming, "What the fuck?" He swung around and jumped back when he saw the little girl. "God kid, you scared me."
The little girl giggled, "Sowwy."
"It's ok." He looked at her. "What are you doing here kid? This is my home now."
The girl giggled once more. Chris was getting annoyed. He sighed a big sigh and said, "So what's your name kid?"
She gave him a big smile and said, "Debbie."
"That's a pretty name." He said trying to be nice.
"What are you doing here?" He asked the girl, who sat on her knees drawing on the sidewalk with her jump rope by her side.
"Waiting for Freddy."
"Is he your brother or something?"
She giggled again.
Then the rain began to drip, the sky darkened, began to thunder and cackle, then the girl disappeared. "Fuck me," he said and ran to the front of his door.it looked different. However, he couldn't think about that right now, right now it was about being dry.
As soon as he was inside, he noticed his parents were gone. "That's weird. Mom! Dad!" He ran up a few steps and called again, nothing. He turned back around and quickly exclaimed, "Well so much for family time." He smiled evilly, "Oh what a shame."
He ran into the kitchen and an odious stench permeated through the room. "What the hell is that?" He said as he put the back of his wrist to his nose and tried to breathe.
He walked towards the refrigerator, and placed his hand on the lever when he noticed how sticky and warm it felt. He let go and on his hand, he saw red thick blood, which began shaking at the sight of the crimson fiend that he now noticed dripped onto the floor, seeping through the crack of the refrigerator door.
What the hell is going on, he thought, if this is a joke, it's seriously not funny.
He cautiously opened the refrigerator door and let out a yelp. His father dwelled within the refrigerator.bits and pieces.a leg in the fruit basket.a hand in the butter compartment.his head on the main food tray, garnished with cabbage and tomatoes, cauliflower, and as a finishing touch, an apple was stuffed in his father's mouth as it sat on a silver platter. Chris backed away slowly, covering his mouth with his un-blooded hand and tried hard not to scream.
He ran to the door saying, "Oh shit," and tried to run out the door, but he was lead back to the living room. "Ok," he turned around.no way out."
He walked upstairs and turned into his room, maybe there was a way out there.
He walked through and found himself in a boiler room. He walked on; sweat was all over his body, whereas a minute ago, he had been freezing. He walked through chains and he looked down-he was in his pajamas. "What the.."
Suddenly a big bang came from the other side of the room and he jumped. He cautiously walked on, his bare feet hurting with every step.
"Chris." a light voice cried out in a taunting tone.
He whipped around, no one.
He walked on.he heard screeching.and his name was called again, only this time followed with a chuckle that compared to a sucking chest wound. He tried his hardest to stay together, but a guy could only take so much.
"Hello." he called out, "is someone there?"
No one replied and he relaxed, stepping back, until he suddenly stepped onto someone's toe.
He froze.
The hidden assailant grabbed the back of Chris's neck and licked his cheek, "Let's play."
Suddenly Chris heard the flick of the man's glove that had knives for fingers. Horrible burns covered the man's face. He wore a dirty green and red sweater, and a dusty brown hat.
As the man's glove came closer to his stomach.all the while he was screaming and trying to wiggle away he managed to yell, "Who the fuck are you, you son of a bitch?"
"Your worst nightmare," the burned man declared chuckling as his words lingered in the air, and suddenly Chris abruptly woke up.
Chris's breathing was heavy and hard; sweat riddled his body causing his sheets to become drenched and soaked. His mother rushed in with worry, "Honey.honey, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," he said. "Nothing.just a bad dream."
She stared at him in surprise and gave him a stern, yet horrified look.
"I know, mom, I know. You don't have to tell me. I'm sorry I didn't do it."
"Just don't forget to." She smiled at him and said, "Will you be ok?"
"Yeah. Promise."
She nodded and sighed in relief, "Good, then maybe we can get a good night's rest, one of us has school tomorrow." Chris cringed, Oh yay, he thought as he watched him mother stand up and leave, zigzagging through the maze of boxes.