Ashley walked around the dirty boiler room wearing her tee shirt and pajama shorts. It seemed so dark and empty, but she felt like someone else was here. What a weird dream, She thought. Ashley kept on walking, not knowing excactly where she was going. She came to a metal table, and noticed it was covered it what seemed to be pictures of children and old newspaper clippings. SPRINGWOOD SLASHER SET FREE, one said. She picked one up to examine it.

Suddenly, without warning, the boiler to her right went up in flames. Ashley turned sharply, and gasped. With a fire like that it would burn down the whole room! Good thing it's only a dream, she thought.

"Is it, now?" A deepvoice asked, then came an awful nails-on-chalkboard kind of sound. The screeching continued until she saw four razor blades on the side of the boiler, which she noticed were attatched to some sort of metal work glove. Then she noticed the man they were attatched to.

He was wearing a Christmas colored sweater; his whole body was covered in terrible burn scars; his sarcastic grin bared bloody, discolored teeth; and sinister blue eyes peeked out from under a dirty brown fedora.

"Boo." He chuckled, obviously enjoying Ashley's fear. That set her off enough to start sprinting up the creaking, metal stairs, but the stairs suddenly got longer. The door at top seemed miles away, there was no way she was going to reach in time.

Before she knew it she felt an arm around her waist. She looked down and saw the clawed glove grabbing onto her. Ashley screamed as loud at she could as the man laughed and pulled her down the stairs. He threw her down, and she expected to fall on the hard boiler room floor, but instead fell on a soft looked around to see that she was now in a dirty bedroom, and the stairs she was just thrown down were gone.

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Freddy smiled. He could feel Ashley's fear. "Freddy's coming for you." He called into the bedroom. He heard Ashley gasp. God, I love my job. He laughed to himself. He waited around the cornor a little longer, making her wait. Let's really get her scared. He scraped his claws against the wall, tearing the wallpaper.

Freddy finally walked into the bedroom, seeing Ashley just now trying to escape. Stupid teenagers. He thought. He ran up and slammed Ashley back onto the bed, laughing to himself. I'm going to enjoy this one.

Ashley was squirming underneath him. She had a terrified look on her face. She was a deer caught in headlights, and she knew the car wasn't stopping.

Freddy changed his sarcastic smile to a perverted grin. He gently ran one of his finger blades down Ashley's arm, noticing the thin, red scratch line it made. He grabbed her by the hair with his free hand and pulled her head back. "What's the matter?" he teased, "Are you scared?"

Ashley started hyperventalating. Freddy loved it. He took one of his blades and started tearing her shirt down the middle. Ashley's eyes widened. "W-what are you doing?" she stammered.

Freddy's grin grew wider. "Don't worry. I promise to be gentle." He chuckled softly. Without warning Ashley sat up and kicked Freddy in the crotch. He doubled over on the bed as she tried to escape. Freddy flicked his razor claws and the door snapped shut.

He got up as he watched Ashley frantically try to open it, then she turned back to him. "I-I'm sorry!" she said, her voice cracking. Freddy slowly walked over to her, taking in every last bit of the essence of her fear. "You're going to be sorry, Bitch." He growled.

Ashley trembled against the door. Freddy laughed and grabbed her by the neck. He watched her running out of breath, and with two of his razor claws stabbed her in the eyes. He pulled back, watching her scream.

Finally, Ashley fell limp and Freddy let go of her. He grinned as she fell lifeless on the floor. He licked the blood off of one of his blades. Kill of the week. He laughed to himself, and walked away.

Author's Note: Hey guys, this is only the first chapter, So it's short, but I promise they will get better and longer so leave feedback!