A/N:
Hello, what's up? This is Movie-Brat with a new story just in time for Halloween. So, I decided to write an anthology story featuring Freddy Krueger, and yes, I decided to write this before the remake finally comes out. Not much to say except that I hope you guys enjoy the story.
"Hello?"
A young girl with blue hair (with a dragonfly clip), wearing orange pajamas and socks walked down rusty, metal stairs. She was confused, wondering where she was. For a moment, she was asleep on her own bed after being exhausted from trick or treating on Halloween night. But after an hour of deep sleep, she found herself on a cold metal bridge with no sign of her bed, blankets, not even her room. Confused by her new surroundings, she had to walk around hoping that at least somebody will tell her where she is and hopefully, how she got in this sudden new location. She felt uncomfortable by the rusty and steaming pipes. She felt like the whole room could fall apart at any minute. But what also confused her was that the boiler room seemed all red to her.
Everywhere she went, regardless, everything was red to her. She finally went to the last step of the stairs, she stopped and look around. There were heating boilers, huge pipes all around the room, some of them even looked distorted to be really pipes. But what caught her her eye was a desk next to one of the healing boilers at the right of an open spaced floor. The desk looked old, like about fourty years old, a simple steel desk filled with dozens of items. Curiously, she walked over to the desk and looked at the items on it. There were pictures of various children and older teens. A photo album book on the right side of the desk caught her attention, she picked it up and opened it revealing photos of various young children. Some ranged from five to maybe ten years of age.
As she flipped through the pages, she soon discovered news articles obviously cut from newspapers. All mentioned The Springwood Slasher, she never heard of him but soon regretted that she found who he was after reading the gruesome details of what he had comitted. She closed the book and slowly placed it back on the desk. But another thing caught her eye, on the center of the desk is an old boxx sized journal. On the cover, it was just simply empty. No name, no title, just a plain old brown cover of a journal. Curiously, there was no lock. The girl questioned this but soon forgot this small detail as soon as she opened the journal. She flipped through a few pages, just skimming through the writings of whom she deemed to be a nutjob.
Finally, she read an entry that featured a small photo of an Asian boy, of fifteen years of age, who wore a red chinese vest and had black hair with a ponytail. The photo was attached to the first page, she turned to the next page and began to read the entry. She read the first few words, they were in simple black pencil-written print, not too sloppy but not too neat.
"'He wasn't hard to find, I just simply killed someone who seemed to know him." she mummered the first words to herself. "'It caught my attention..."
It's short and I probably didn't do good job ending it but I hope it got the point across. Anyway, there's a total of four stories each one featuring a different character and thought of who to use and what the stories could possibly be about. Hope it caught your interest and I hope to write more of it.