This chapter is going to be in Rose's point of view. Then the rest will be first person.
Rose is my character and I do not own A Nightmare on Elm Street.
My name is Rose Miller and I live on a quiet street, Elm Street. When I was a kid I use to suffer from nightmares. A hideous man would taunt me. He had a burnt face, a brown hat, a striped red and green shirt, and old pants. I don't know who he was. All I knew is that he seemed to know me and his goal was to make me miserable.
Every night I would have these dreams. I wanted so badly to tell my parents but they were in the middle of a divorce. They barely notiched me. One night I awoke with cuts on my nails and I knew it was from that glove the man has on his right hand. My mom thought I did this to myself and she didn't listen. Who would believe a seven year old?
I started going to therapy almost every day and I was put on a medication. That medication completely stopped my nightmares. I started getting regular dreams. I felt free from that evil man and I was able to be a normal kid.
I thought I would never see that man again. But I was wrong.
So far so good? I had this idea of a story in my head for a long time.
