A small girl around the age of six paced back and forth in her padded cell. She had black hair and blue eyes and wore a white dress. Her eyes were bloodshot, her cheeks were tearstained and her hair had grey streaks in it. She clutched her teddy bear as she chanted in a mournful, singsong voice,

'1, 2, Freddy's coming for you, 3, 4, better lock the door, 5, 6, grab a crucifix, 7, 8, gonna stay up late, 9, 10, never sleep again...' She repeated it over and over as she paced.

She sat on the floor in the middle of her cell. She rocked back and forth, trembling as she held her teddy close and she stroked its head. Her eyes flickered shut as she curled up on the floor. Before she fell asleep, she whispered to her teddy bear,

'Don't let him get me Teddy.'

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The girl woke up as the cell dissolved into a boiler room. She heard the terrible screeching of blades scraping along metal. The girl dropped her teddy as she stood there numb with fright and tears running silently down her face.

'Hello my little piggy.' A rasping voice laughed cruelly.

The girl's scream echoed around the boiler room.