A NIGHTMARE ON MY STREET
Ben couldn't take it anymore. He was going insane. He had been awake for three days straight. He couldn't take the sleep. The nightmares.
He looked over at the table. A cup of coffee was sitting there. He took a sip, and sat back on the living room couch. He slowly rubbed his eyes. He opened them quickly. He was sitting in a lawn. Everything was dark. In front of him was a house, the windows boarded up.
"NO!" he screamed, tears running down the side of his face.
The house was dirtier on the inside than out. He had gone in, figuring it was the only place he could go. He suddenly heard a load groan. He walked toward the dining room.Inside was his brother, a bloody knife in his hand. His brothers wrists were cut open, the veins lying limp out of the wounds. His entire arm was drenched in warm, red blood.
" What the hell?" Ben muttered, tears in his eyes. His brother smiled, and cut his own throat. His brother broke out in a hysterical laughter. Ben turned and ran out of the room, towards the cellar. He opened the cellar door and ran down the stares.
Suddenly, he saw him. The man who haunted his dreams. His name was Fred Krueger. He had been a child killer and molester, who got off on a technicality. The parents of the children had burned him alive. But now he comes back in dreams. He wore a black Fedora and a dirty red and green sweater. He wore black pants. And on his right hand, was a glove, with knives attached to all but the thumb. Ben went to scream, but Krueger's arm stretched forward, catching his tongue in the knifed glove.
" What's wrong, Ben, cat got your tongue?" Krueger said. Then he laughed hysterically.
Ben opened his eyes. He was back in his living room, the cup of coffee still on the table.