The boilers hissed and steamed around me. I could hear the faint cackling of a man from somewhere in this place. Sweat was beading down my body, causing my nightgown to stick to my back, my hair to cling to my scalp. I flinched at the sound of little girls playing jump rope. My heart now racing, I ran toward where the giggling of the little girls was coming from.
As I got closer, they began to sing. "One, two, Freddy's coming for you," they sang. I could see them in a distance. I ignored the cold air around me, flinging my nightgown around me, intent on reaching the little girls. "Three, four, better lock your door." The cackling was growing slightly louder, as well. "Five, six, grab your crucifix." I felt a rock on the ground slit the bottom of my foot. But I ignored the slight pain and kept running after the girls. From my vantage point, I could see that their dresses had slashes across the backs. "Seven, eight, better stay up late. Nine, ten…" The cackling stopped right behind me. I stopped dead in my tracks at the feel of breath on the back of my neck.
"Never sleep again," the male voice finished for the girls. I gulped. The girls continued to jump rope, enjoying themselves in this boiler room. The man placed a hand on my hip. I looked down to find that his hand was completely burnt. His other arm wrapped around me. He rested this hand on my neck. The sleeve of his shirt had tiny holes scattered around it. It was red and green, and very worn out. There was also a glove on this hand. With knives attached to the fingers. I gulped again. "You're not scared, are you?" he asked. I whimpered.
"Yes," I breathed. He laughed. The girls continued to play their game.
"Adorable, aren't they?" My breathing quickened. My eyes twitched for a moment.
"Yes." He laughed again and sniffed my hair. "Who are you?" I choked out.
"The name's Freddy. Freddy Krueger." The name rang no bells.
"I'm going to die, aren't I?"
"Oh yes." I gulped again. I've never been afraid of death. I've always looked at death as the completion of life… something you reach after a well-lived life. Death is part of life. Looking back, I know that I've lived my life the fullest, even if I'm only seventeen. I've still had a good life.
"Then why aren't you getting it over with?" I asked, now getting the creepy-crawlies from him continuously sniffing my hair. He jerked my around to face him. His face was just as burnt as his hands. I could see the evil in his eyes. He was wearing a brown hat. He was chuckling evilly.
"A brave one, are we?" I shrugged. I was going to take this with pride. I held my chin up. He removed his gloved hand from my neck and stabbed my lower abdomen. I let out a cry of pain. "Are you still brave?"
"Yes." He removed the knives from my body and stabbed my chest. He stabbed the front side of my repeatedly, trying to get me to beg for mercy. It didn't work at all. I just let out pained cries, and only a few tears fell from my eyes. I wasn't going to die with shame.
"Any last requests?" Freddy asked me before bringing his knives down on my eyes.
"None." With that word, he thrust the knives in my face. My world went black.