The only thing I could hear was the pounding of my heart. I had no idea where I was, but I knew it was a place of great evil. I could barely breath because there was a disgusting odor of smoke emanating from the boilers, and I could honestly say that this was the most scared I had ever been. Every now and then and then I could hear terrible sound, like nails on a chalkboard, but there was no one there. I couldn't help but think that every little sound I heard was him, because it had been, so many, many horrid times before.
And so I resumed walking. I didn't know where I was going, but I knew I must go somewhere, because the fear of being caught by him was terrifying. The one man, who drives fear into my heart, and the hearts of all the Elm Street children, can only be described, as a man, with terrible burns on his face, a dirty brown fedora, and a torn red and green sweater. And lastly, the very thing that brought many children to their untimely ends, the razor sharp claws on his dreaded right hand. He is a man of great evil, and has yet to be stopped, for good, at least. He is the man who haunts my dreams every time I close my eyes. His name is Freddy, Freddy Krueger. I walked down those sinister corridors and passageways for God knows how long, and my breathing got heavier with every step I took. I was a nervous wreck, and I knew it but this terror was too much to handle.
There it was again, that terrible screeching sound. I spun around once again, to see what it was, and there stood Fred Krueger, gliding his right hand across a rail, so those horrible razors screeched as they went. "Hello. Piggy," he said in a low, raspy voice." You're mine now. . ." he laughed. That's when my slow walk turned into a frantic run. I had no particular direction to run but I knew I had to get away. I ran as fast as I could, but for some reason, it felt like I was going in slow motion. Then I felt his crushing grip surround me. "Got you now, Piggy" he whispered, smiling. I struggled and struggled as hard as I could, but he was too strong, and he held me tight. "Somebody wake me up!!" I screamed. But there wasn't a soul to answer my plea for help. I felt his blades slice slowly down my chest as I cried out in pain. He laughed loudly and wickedly. And he just kept cutting, as hot tears rolled down my cheeks, and I kept kicking and screaming as hard and loud as I could. But it was to no avail, because in the end, no child ever escapes the wrath of Freddy.