My obsession, your nightmare
Hi everyone! This fic had been inspired by Living nightmare written by Samantha Voorhees, it's one of my favourite story, if you want to read, it's on my profile.
In this story, Elm Street is in Chamberlain (Carrie's town).
Summary: Carrie's house had burn, and her mother find a new house for them, 1428 Elm Street. She has terrible nightmares, because her presence makes Freddy comes back. He has a new obsession toward her. A dangerous obsession.
English is not my mother tongue, so, if you see some big mistakes, tell me but don't bash me please.
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Firemen were coming. Carrie and her mother were standing before their house, contemplating the fire. It was terrible. Margaret turned toward Carrie.
"It's your fault, witch!"
Carrie's jaw tightened. Her blond hairs were protecting her face from her mother's view. She was always saying that it was her fault when something happened. That God was punishing her for her sins. Didn't her mother ever think that she deserved punishment too? She didn't say anything in response. Gas was the real cause of the fire. But her mother was sure that Carrie's sin was in cause.
"I'll have to be stricter with you as I see."
Neighbours were looking at the fire, but weren't approaching. For Carrie, it was always like that. People were looking at them and talking about them from afar, and they were alone.
Of course, her mother wasn't feeling like this. God was at her side, and her madness was helping. But Carrie knew how ridiculous her mother was, dressed like some sort of old woman, always trying to convert people to her ideas. Carrie wished to be far away from here. In a way, it wasn't that bad that the house were burning. She would live maybe in a less creepy place, in another town, where peoples would be nicer.
As the firemen were coming and fighting against the fire, she pushed away all her optimistic thoughts. No, even in another town, people would be nasty, because her mother would oblige her to dress with horrible clothes, because she would act as the religious fanatic she was. Carrie was thinking that if she was born in a normal family, then maybe her life would have been really better.
"I am sorry Mrs White. It's almost all burn. Some stuff had survived, but almost everything else had burn."
The fireman who just told her that was having a compassionate look, especially toward Carrie. To be so young and in such a shit!
"I see. Well, we'll pray" answered Margaret.
The fireman nodded and continued his work. An old man and his wife who were faithful believers, proposed to Margaret and Carrie to spend the night in their home, and some days if necessary. Margaret accepted, and the next day, she was searching for another house. Carrie was quite happy. The old woman was nice, and it was holydays. School was starting in some days and for once that she was with nice peoples, her mother away to search a new house during the day, she wanted to have good time.
Her clothes had been burnt, so her mother had bought her some news, which weren't really beautiful, but when Margaret had made some 'changes', they were almost as ugly and unfashionable as the old ones. The old woman told her that it was useless to do that, but Margaret answered politely that she preferred to do it. Even this old woman was having more compassion for Carrie, knowing that she would be teased in such clothes. Carrie wondered if Margaret knew how much she suffered. Did she ignored it, or just didn't care?
'They are still a little better. It's already a good thing' Carrie thought.
She wasn't very optimistic, but still, she tried to keep hopes. If she didn't, it would really be the end. With everyone at school who teased her, and her mother who was crazy, it was really hard. All her hope was in the future, when she could go away, in another town or city, and start a new life. She had learnt that it was pretty useless to try to have friends here. Sometimes, when new students had come, she tried to befriend them, but almost all the times, it was a failure. Especially because of Chris Hargensen, who was always making fun of her, she always convinced everyone new that Carrie was a creepy weirdo.
Finally, some days after the fire, Margaret came at the house, and announced to the couple that she had find a new house in town for them.
'Damn! So we really stay in this town. No changes' thought Carrie.
They left to their new house; Margaret thanked the couple a lot, as Carrie. The old woman told her to be safe, and Carrie felt glad that someone was apparently caring a little.
As they headed toward their new home, Carrie was stunned. This house was pretty, and not as creepy as she thought it would be. She noticed too that some peoples were moving in another house. Two moving in the same day, it was quite funny. She looked at them, a couple, two boys and a girl around her age, certainly parents, brothers and sister. Their hairs were dark.
Suddenly, like she had sense her gaze, the dark haired girl turned her head and looked at Carrie. She couldn't see her expression, but the blond haired girl turned her head, sure that the girl would be aggressive, and continued to follow her mother.
She looked at the door, the number was written here.
1428 Elm Street.
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