You can hypnotise people. It's so easy. No matter what you tell yourself, everyone can hypnotise another. But only they know how. That's what makes it a lost art. Only a few people in this world know how to control a person's mind. Those people now how to retreat deep inside themselves, to search the depths of the unknown. Have you ever heard that most people only use 10% of their brains? Well, these few people use their whole brains. 100% of them. Some call them Psychic, others call them Nuts and Star Wars fans call them Jedi.
This is the tale of a girl.
Of a girl who was psychic.
Who encountered a nightmare.
A nightmare like no other.
And it had a name.
Freddy. Krueger.
"Kasai, sweetie, it's time to get up!"
The head of wild dark-brown hair shifted on the pillow. Drunkenly opening one eyelid, groaned as her eyes met with the hurtful light of morning. She hated waking up on weekends. No homework to do or school to be attend, so why bother!? If she had her way, she would sleep until lunchtime, but noooooo, Mom insists getting up at 9:00 every morning, no matter what day it was. She lifted her heavy head from a perfectly comfy plumped-up pillow and her eyes rolled in her head. She waited for her eyes to adjust on the Doctor Who poster on her wardrobe door. David Tennant's Doctor to be precise, with Martha Jones on the moon. Referencing the hospital episode with the Judoon and the blood-sucking alien that escaped space-jail. She smiled. She was a stereotypical forever-alone, representing a love of slasher/horror/sci-fi/thriller/fantasy movies and internet memes. She was also a brilliant artist for her age. Apart from the poster, the wardrobe and bedroom were smothered in drawings. Of her own cartoon character, Fire Flame, and her adventures. As well as a number of slasher movie killers and other cartoon characters.
She felt proud as she gazed upon each and every masterpiece. They had taken a long time to put, especially since they had just moved in. They had spent the whole day yesterday unpacking, her and her mom, until everything was in place. They spent the spare time they had exploring their new home town. Their old town used to be a beautiful cabin by Camp Crystal Lake. She was proud, being near one of her 'Killer Locations.' But they had to move away, since her mom was being threatened by a drunken asshole called Jeff Millry. He was shouting abuse at her and swearing to stab her with a kitchen knife because she ran away when he tried to fuck her. He was a crazy bastard, that Jeff. Kasai was glad to get away from him, because he wasn't exactly Prince Charming to her either. Their new home was a peculiar old house. Number 1428 of Elm Street in a lively bustling town called Springwood. No one really argued about them moving in, but they never really said anything about the house at all, either. But at least she had made some friends next door. Carrina and Toby Anderson were the twins living to her right. They both had flaming red hair, deep brown eyes and ginger freckles all over their faces, unlike Kasai who had brown freckles on her nose and cheeks. They always seemed to wear the same black and red Deadpool hoodies all the time. Her other neighbour,living on her left, was Ronald Craven and his pug, Wes. Kasai liked Ronald. He was a courageous rebel that was just a little shy, with wiry black hair and lovely hazel eyes. He was a gentle giant, with a knack of shy but heroic bravery. She knew Ronald liked her too, but neither had the courage to say...
"Kasai! Your cereal is getting cold!" Her mother called from downstairs. "Coming, mom..." Kasai murmured, reaching for her favourite troll-face t-shirt and knackered old black jeans. Glancing to her right, she saw all of her movie memorabilia, ranging from Ghostbusters™ Ghost-Guns and Ghost Rider™ Comics, to Friday the 13th™ Hockey masks and Halloween™ Knifes. She appropriately named it 'Kasai's Movie Korner', filling it with drawings of movies and killers and scenes. The rest of the room that wasn't covered in pictures was Doctor Who-themed. Pillow, beanbag, duvet, desk, lampshade, door, wardrobe, everything. She was the biggest Whovian ever. Not that she wasn't fond of Star Trek and Star Wars, of course.
Shaking her head to clear herself of her own little world (and wake herself up a bit), she threw her Dalek pyjamas into a corner and quickly wriggled into her weekend kit. She burst out the room, full of fresh vigour and free of everyday 'Monday Morning Syndrome', yelling "BREAKFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSTTTT!" at the top of her lungs and shooting down the stairs for her Coco-Pops. Her mother, who was already at the breakfast table washing down some toast with cranberry juice, greeted her with a smile and gestured for her to sit in her chair. Kasai plopped down and started shovelling her Coco-Pops down her throat. Her mother scolded her. "Now, now, Kass, no need to rush! Remember last time you threw up all over breakfast!" Kasai rolled her eyes and gagged. "Dammit, Mom, not while I'm eating!" She whined, pointing at her tongue and showing incredibly disgusting chewed-up Coco-Pops. Her mom gave her a skeptical look and they both resumed breakfast.
After breakfast, Kasai rushed upstairs back to her crash-pad. She absolutely loved weekends. Nothing to do but draw, write stories, look at the latest rage comics on Google and surf YouTube for interesting and awesome videos, while listening to her favourite heavy metal songs by Avenged Sevenfold, her favourite band. When her MOST FAVOURITE songs started to play, she started jumping up and down, pretending to play an air guitar (she was better at a piano), belting out the lyrics and giving Mom a mild headache. Since she couldn't hear her mom yelling at her to 'quit acting like a damn spazzing rabbit and shut up', she started throwing her head up and down in time to the beat. She finally tuckered out from throwing herself around her bedroom and flopped down on her beanbag.
DANANA-NA. NANANA-NANA. DANANA-NA. BANANA-NANA-NANA. NANANA-NANANANANANANA-NANAAAAAAAAAAAA-NANAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
'Final Countdown' started pouring out of her phone as one of her friends started ringing. Kasai scooped up the iPhone 5c and unlocked it, putting it to her ear.
"Hello, Kasai speaking."
"Hey, Kass! It's Carrie and Toby!"
"Toby? Carrie? Whatcha guys doin'?"
"Kass, we were just doin' some research about your house again an-"
"Dammit, Tob, not again!"
"No no no, wait, let me finish! He just found out... well, have you or your mom gone to check out the basement yet?"
"No, why?"
"Well... just meet us outside your basement doorflap, we'll show you!"
And the twins hung up. Kasai looked puzzled and curious, putting the phone carefully into her pocket. What were they talking about? What's underneath her house? She shrugged. Well, you know what they say. When in Rome...