Katie was walking down a hallway. It was hot and clammy. She paused for a minute when she heard a screeching sound. She turned around and saw a figure walking toward her. She felt a sense of foreboading with each step he took toward her. Every fiber of her being told her to run, and not to stop until she got away from the guy.

She turned and started running away from the guy.

She came to a turn. Which way should she go? Left or right? The guy was getting closer. She quickly ran left. It was a dead end. She turned to run the way that she had come, but he was right in front of her. He began laughing. His laugh made her skin crawl. She was trapped.

He raised his right hand. She saw a glove with four knives for his fingers. He brought his hand down to cut her.

She closed her eyes and screamed...

Katie sat up in bed, screaming. She looked around and realized that she was in her bed, in her room. Sweat was pouring off of her face. Her door suddenly opened, and her mother was standing there.

"Honey, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, it was just a bad dream." Katie said.

"Well, you either have to stop that kind of dreaming, or clip your nails. You're going to hurt yourself, if you're not careful sweetie."

Katie looked down at her nightgown. There were four rips in the front of her shirt. Her breath caught in her throat.

"Go back to sleep, you have school in a few hours."

Katie couldn't speak. Her mother left, and shut the door behind her. Katie ran her hand through her hair. It had been close, too close, this time.

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Katie had been going to Forks School for as long as she could remember. So when the dreams started, she couldn't understand why she was having them.

Each dream became worse with each one that she had. It had started taking a toll on her. She hated to sleep, because she would dream of him, and he would always try to kill her. She started drinking coffee, and she had made it her friend.

So far she was able to pull herself out of the dreams, but she was afraid that one of these times, she wouldn't be able to. That would be the day that she would never wake up again, and that scared her to death.

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It was English class, the last class of the day for Katie. She'd almost made it the whole day without sleep. So far, so good. She would need to find some coffee, or something that had a ton of caffeine in it, to help her stay awake.

She walked into English, and smiled at Emmett Cullen and Jasper Whitlock. They were brothers, adopted, but still brothers. Dr. Cullen took in a bunch of kids and adopted them. So far, Dr. Cullen and his wife had five children. There was Bella, Jasper's younger sister, Edward, Alice, and of course Jasper and Emmett.

They usually kept to themselves, they all ate together, and rode in the same car. Katie would say hello to them, and they would reply, but they didn't really conversate much.

Katie took her seat next to Emmett, and got her things ready.

Mrs. Gruber walked in, and had them open their books. She began writing on the board. Katie relaxed her head on her right hand. She was comfortable. Her eyes slid shut, and when she realized they hadn't opened again, she opened them quickly and sat up straighter. She blinked several times to try to wake herself up.

She looked around and everyone was paying attention to the teacher. She heard a noise at the classroom door, so she looked.

It was a girl. A very familiar looking girl. Katie realized that the little girl was her when she was younger.

The girl beckoned to her, urgently. Katie looked at the teacher again. No one else had seen her. Katie quickly got up and walked over to the girl. The girl took Katie's hand.

"Come on! We have to hide! Hurry, before he finds us!" The girl said urgently.

"Who?" Katie asked.

"Freddy!" The girl said terrified.

A surge of fear jolted through her.

Katie looked around the corridor. No one was around. Of course, everyone was in their class, where they should be. However, everything almost looked deserted. Katie looked back down at the little girl. Katie gasped, let the girl's hand go, and covered her mouth. The little girl had what looked like scratches on her stomach. Katie took a couple of steps away from the girl.

Katie looked up, over the little girl's head and saw him. Freddy. She had fallen asleep. Shit. Freddy began walking towards her.

"Wake up!" She yelled at herself, and slapping her face.

It didn't work, she was still watching him walk towards her, while he was laughing. She shook her head.

"No!" She whispered.

"Oh yes." Freddy laughed.

She turned and ran down the stairs. She made a mad dash for the outside. The doors were locked. Of course they were. All of the doors leading outside were locked. She could hear him laughing, it sounded so close. Too close. Damn it, he was getting closer.

She spun around to go the opposite way, but he was right behind her. He laughed.

"There's no need to rush, it won't hurt a bit, I promise." He said, as he lifted his right hand. The knives glittered when the sun hit them, from the window.

He started bringing his hand down, to slash, and slice her. She screamed as she dodged the knives. She lost her footing, but regained her balance, and took off running, without looking back.

Every single door that she tried, was locked. She screamed in agitation. He was coming, she saw him and began running again.

She ran to the custodial area, and tried the door there. It worked, it opened, and she ran in. It was the boiler room.