He's not real.
Not real.
I'll close my eyes and just sleep.
In the land of dreams.
Not the realm of nightmares.
Take calm breaths.
Light and shallow.
Ease the eyes to shut and REM away.
Silence.
Pure silence.
But when that voice, that horrible voice speaks through the realm.
He makes nightmares real.
Where blood drops.
Bones break.
Rape is to not be taking lightly.
Alone for anyone not hear screams of help.
But . . . It's not real!
No it's . . .
One, two; he's coming for you.
Wait, no, stay away.
Three, four; better lock the door.
Trap, that feeling again.
Five, six; grab your crucifix.
No, please, no!
Seven, eight; better stay up late.
Why feeling weak come now, need to stay stron . . .
Nine, ten; never sleep again.
No, you're not real!
Nothing but a mess up tall tale!
Stay away!
Be lucky and run.
Damn in hell if there is a place to hide.
Anywhere!
One, two; he's forever got you.
Pain is nothing, there is a chance to win.
Three, four; he's at the door.
Those knives have gone too deep, fading.
Five, six; damn that crucifix.
You monster!
Seven, eight; you're too late.
Welcome to my fun house of play!
Nine, ten; never sleep again.
Freddy, you're a monster.
Thank you, bitch.