The only reason I want to remake the story is because I didn't like how it was written and I just… had the sudden urge to.

By the way, there's a little bit of bad language.

Angie forced her eyes open, trying to pay attention to the scary movie that was playing on her television. She didn't want to fall asleep just yet, because she really wanted to make it to the end of the movie. She hadn't seen A Nightmare on Elm Street in forever. It was one of her favorite horror movies, so she was trying hard to keep herself up.

She yawned and propped herself up onto her elbow, hoping that this position would help her stay awake.

However, she couldn't help but let her eyes rest for a moment or two…

A loud noise made Angie jump a little and her eyes opened and widened. The noise was only from Nancy, running into the girl in the hallway. Angie realized she had missed about 15 minutes or so of the movie. She sighed, giving in to her need to sleep.

Angie turned of the DVD player and the TV. Her room was very warm, because she was in the attic. The attic had two rooms, the front room where the stairs led to, and the back room where her bed was. She reached over and turned the air conditioner on high. The only light in her room came from her alarm clock on the nightstand next to her bed. She quickly checked the time, 12:48, and then rolled over to face the wall. She closed her eyes and within minutes she drifted to sleep.

A noise woke Angie up, and she opened her eyes. She was still facing the wall. The noise was continuing. She hesitated, because she was afraid to turn and peer into the darkness to check what the odd noise was. Slowly, she rolled over and looked towards the door that led into the front room.

The door popped open slightly, which made Angie jump. She stared at the crack in the door for a moment. A soft padding, as if something were walking, slowly came towards the bed. Angie heard a small, soft 'mew' noise.

"Kitty," Angie said quietly, patting a spot next to her on the bed. "Come on, Vladimir." The skinny, black cat jumped on the bed. The only parts really visible on the cat were his glowing, green eyes and the small white spot on its neck. The cat curled up next to Angie.

A loud thump from the front room made both Angie and the cat jump. Angie was frozen, too afraid to move as a second and third thud, both louder than the first, came from the front room. Angie heard the cat get up, and run out and downstairs. Soft noises came from the front room. Someone, quiet speaking, moving, breathing. Then, she heard the window close and lock.

Very slowly and very quietly, Angie crawled out of her bed. She reached around on the floor for some sort of weapon. The first thing she grabbed was a big flashlight from underneath her bed. She kept it there to use in case the lights went out during a storm.

But, you could use it to bash someone in the head with, too.

She was crouched down a little, holding the flashlight in her hands shakily. She stepped towards the door, trying not to make the slightest noise. She got close enough to peer out through the crack, to see if something or someone was there.

She didn't see anything. The light from the window in the front room showed nothing except for the old toy-chests, the futon, and the other usual stuff in there.

Suddenly, there was no light from the window that illuminated the front room. Angie, confused, turned on her flashlight to shine through the crack.

The light from the window was still lighting the front room. There was just a very large man blocking Angie's view of it.

Angie froze, not breathing, blinking, or moving. If she was any more scared, her heart would stop beating. She slowly stood and started to back away.

The giant man swung the door open. Angie jumped back in time to not get hit. The man was really big, a lot of muscle and very tall. She was slowly backing away, trying to make the features out on his face, but it was too dark. She shined the flashlight on his face. He was wearing a hockey mask. The green eyes behind the mask squinted, because they were not adjusted to the bright light. He blinked a few times and looked at Angie, confusedly for a moment. The look of confusion quickly turned into anger.

Angie, for a moment, thought Jason Voorhees. But then thought random, psychotic, burglar man, because it couldn't be Jason. He wasn't real.

Angie panicked, not knowing what to do. The man stepped towards her. She couldn't think of anything else to do, so she threw the flashlight at his head.

The flash light was a heavy flash light. And she threw it as best she could, at a close range. It was obvious from the loud thump when it hit the man in the head that it hit him hard.

The man stiffened, his muscles tensed. It didn't seem to hurt him at all. But it did really piss him off.

Angie backed away from him, not knowing what to do. She grabbed a book, her cell-phone, iPod, anything she could grab she threw at him as he stepped closer to Angie. None of it bothered the man at all. He pounced on her and pinned her to the ground. He must've weighed about 250 pounds, which was twice Angie's weight.

He gripped Angie's neck with both of his hands, choking her. She swiped at his face, kneed him in the groin, and hit him as hard as she could with one hand and pried at the man's fingers with the other.

Two more figures walked into her room. One was as big as the man trying to kill Angie, a pale white face, and black eyes. The other was shorter and skinnier, long claws on his right hand, and a fedora on his head. She couldn't make out many other features because it was so dark, and her vision began to blur.

"Jason!" One of the men said. "You're going to kill her, you stupid shit."

But before Jason had a chance to let go of her throat, Angie passed out.