Worst Nightmare (Part 1 of 3
By: DJ Legacy
"Here we are guys Elm's street." said my mom.
"Oh yay I'm so excited." I said sarcastically as I lay back against the car seat in the back.
"C'mon Jake a change of scenery is good for a boy your age." said dad. I'm 13 why stop living where we lived now?
"I'm not gonna have any friends here." I said.
"You can make new friends Jake." said dad.
"But I like my old friends." I reply.
"You can always email them." said mom.
"True." I said. We arrive at the house. I get my bags and bring them into the house. Something about the house just gives me a creepy feeling. We walk in and I just sense this strange feeling that deaths have happened here. I get those senses.
"Whats wrong Jake?" ask mom as she carries a package.
"Is your psychic senses acting up again Jake?" ask dad. Yeah I'm a psychic.
"No they're not." I said. We set everything up. Afterwards I get on my bike and peddle off. I see a couple of kids playing basketball. They turn and look at me.
"Isn't that the kid who moved into the Krueger house?"
"Yeah. Hey kid!" he wave. I peddle over to the kids.
"Yeah?" I said.
"Whats your name?" the girl asks.
"Jake, Jake Williams." I reply.
"Haven't you heard about what happened in that house?" ask the guy. The girl elbows him. "Ow!" he rubs his arm.
"About what? Oh about Freddy Krueger?" I said. "Thats just a movie."
"A movie based on a true story." said the guy.
"Yeah right. You guys are just trying to scare me. Freddy Krueger is not real he is just a horror movie monster."
"He is real he drag a girl up a wall up to the ceiling and sliced and diced her." said the guy.
"Whatever I doubt he is real well I gotta go I guess I see you guys in school." I peddle and the kids wave bye.
"He is screwed." said the girl. That night I am on my bed typing on my computer. I get a vision of a person being sliced.
"Ah!" I fall back. I sit up. Then I get a vision of a disfigured man. "Whoa!" I stand up on my bed. "What the fuck is goin on?"
"Jake is anything wrong?" said my mom from the door.
"No I'm ok." I reply. I turn off my computer and go to sleep. I have a dream. I am walking through a school. Its dark. "Where am I?" I ask myself. I open a door into a classroom. I pick up a yardstick. I see a kid standing in the classroom.
"Freddy is coming for you." said the kid.
"Who?" I ask.
"Freddy is coming for you." repeated the kid. Blood starts coming from his eyes. I start to run out of the classroom I run through the halls. A janitor sweeps the floor. He stops.
"1, 2 Freddy's coming for you 3, 4 lock the door 5, 6 grab your crucifix 7, 8 stay up late 9, 10 NEVER SLEEP AGAIN!" the janitor head turned quickly towards me. "Ha, ha! You better run psychic boy!" I turn and run the other way.
"This is not happening!" I slide on my feet and run down another hall. I quickly stop. I see Freddy Krueger standing in the hallway.
"You think I'm fake boy? I'm real alright. I'm gonna slice you." said Freddy. I wake up frantically.
"No! Okay it was just a bad dream I should stop watching Nightmare on Elm's Street." I look at my arm and see scratches. "Oh my god!" I touch my arm. "It's okay probably just bed scratches thats it bed scratches." I stand up and walk to the bathroom. I wash my face. I look in the mirror. Freddy's image flashes on the mirror. "Jesus!" I fall back. I hit my head on the bathtub, I get knocked out.
"Jake! Jake! You okay?" said mom. I shake my head.
"Ah my head!"
"You okay?" asked mom. From the door.
"I'm fine. Just a bump." I rub my head. "Mom theres something wrong about this house." I said. "I had a nightmare about Freddy Krueger. I think he could kill me."
"Its just a nightmare. Freddy is not real..." her voice gets deeper. "Or is HE!" the door opens quickly and Freddy is on the other side.
"Ah! Back off!" I run quickly pass him. I run down the hallway of the 2nd floor. I slide down the rail. To the 1st floor I open the door to the outside. It's dark outside. I see the two kids I met earlier today still playing basketball. "Guys do you know what time it is?"
"We warned you." said the girl.
"We warned you about Freddy." said the guy.
"Yeah apparentally he is real." I said.
"You didn't believe us." blood starts coming from her eyes.
"No this is a dream!" I turn the other way and run. Freddy Krueger is standing in the middle of the street. "Back off Freddy I know kung-fu!" That sounded stupid. But I did a kung-fu stance anyway.
"Oh I'm scared what am I gonna do? Ha, ha!" mocks Freddy. He walks towards me. When he got close enough I round house kicked him in the face. "You got some fight in ya eh?" I punched him in the face as hard as I could and knocked him down.
"C'mon you punk-ass bitch! You're not so scary Freddy killing them children why don't you pick on someone your own size!" he slashes at me cuts me a little bit. "Damn!"
"Never under estimate me." he said. I wake up in an ambulance.
"Where did his scratches come from?" ask one of the ambulance people.
"I do not know they just came out of nowhere." said another.
"What happened?" I ask.
"Its okay Jake you just got a bump on a head that coud cause a concussion. Thank god you woke up when you did."
"You can say that again." I reply. What the hell is going on? Freddy isn't real or is he?
To Be Continued
