A few hours passed and already the sun was beginning to set. I was still working on my room. I had finally gotten all my furniture where I wanted it to be. My bed was by the window and my huge bookshelf was pushed up against the wall opposite it. All my clothes were stuffed inside the closet and my mirror was shining on the wall as the sun's last few rays bounced off of it. Now I was just trying to make the room look a little bit more like me! I plugged in my radio and sat it on the nightstand beside my bed. I began to cover my walls with some posters, trying to cover up the white until I got a chance to paint it.

"Hey Emilie!" My dad called from downstairs. "You want some dinner?"

"No!" I called back. "I'm kinda tired. I think I'll just turn in for tonight!"

"Alright then!"

I smiled and shut my door. I shrugged off my clothes and began to put on my pajamas. Then suddenly I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. I hurriedly shoved on the rest of my night clothes and looked nervously out the window.

In the darkness there seemed to be a faint outline of a man!

"PEVERT!" I screamed, scrambling away from the window. My dad pounded up the stairs and burst into the room like he'd heard a gunshot!

"What happened!? Why'd you scream?" He demanded protectively.

"I saw someone outside my window!" I told him. He walked over to the window and opened it.

"Anyone out there?" He shouted, peering intently into the night. He stayed frozen at the window for a few more seconds before closing it and turning to face me.

"I didn't see anything Emilie." He said calmly. "Are you sure it wasn't your imagination?"

"But … I was sure--" I paused and sighed. "Eh, I guess you're right…. I suppose I'm just seeing things"

My dad smiled and patted my head.

"Just get some sleep okay! Remember, you start at a new school tomorrow."

I groaned and nodded. Curling up in my bed I watched as dad turned off my light and closed my door. I listened to him walk back down the stairs before getting up and peering once more out the window.

Nothing was there now, that was for sure! I sighed and went to grab a CD out of the nightstand's compartment. I stuck it into my radio/ CD-player and smiled as the steady flow of music leaked out of the speakers. I curled up in my bed and let the musical talent of Cold Play send me to sleep.

Suddenly, I found myself at the entrance of that old power-plant place that I'd seen from my window! "What the--!?" Wait … was I dreaming!?

"Damn" I was dreaming, and I knew I was. These dreams always turn out weird, like I was smoking pot or something before I went to bed! I sighed. I felt tired …. Wait, I felt tired!? Wasn't I asleep!?

"Uhg, I'm confused!"

"One, two, Freddy's coming for you…"

I jumped at the sudden voice. "Who's there?"

"Three ,four, better lock your door…"

"God damn! Why are my dreams so weird …….. and creepy!?"

"Five, six, grab your crucifix…"

Finally I turned and saw three little girls jumping rope. They were the ones singing that creepy melody! Two were on the ends swinging the rope and in the middle was the most adorable little curly haired girl I'd ever seen! I walked over to them as they finished their song.

"Seven, eight, better stay awake...nine, ten, never sleep again.."

"Hey little kid!" I said as I approached them. "Did you guys make that up all by yourselves? That's some pretty awesome stuff!" I smiled at them brightly. They stopped jumping rope and just stared at me. I raised an eyebrow at them.

"Umm … hey?" I laughed nervously as they continued to stare at me.

"We can't talk right now." The one in the middle whispered.

"Huh? Why not?" I asked.

"'Cause Freddy's waiting…."

"Who? … Freddy? ….What's he waiting for?"

"You…" The little girl said staring at me again with big, blank blue eyes.

". … 'Kay then, I guess I'll go see him then! Wouldn't want to keep him waiting! …. Where is he?" The girl gave me a creepy smile, and pointed behind me.

I turned to come face to face with the most horrifying thing I'd ever seen. He was a tall man in a dark brown fedora with a red and green striped sweater and his face … dear God… His face was covered in horrible burn scars!

"Scared!?" He chuckled evilly.

"What!?" I asked. "What're you talking about!? Of course I'm not scared… but you have other things to worry about! What's with these burns!? Are you okay!? Here I'll try to help alright!?"

The man gave me a confused look and then raised his hand.

"What the fu--- … ARE THOSE KNIVES!?" I exclaimed. He smiled and held the weapons up menacingly.

"Indeed they are!" He smirked.

"THAT'S TOTALLY AWESOME!!!!" I shrieked coming up closer to get a better look at them.

"W-WHAT THE HELL!?" The man stuttered in a confused fluster, backing away from me and into the shadows. "Why the fuck aren't you scared!?"

"Why should I be?" I asked, squinting my eyes to see him better in the shadows.

"WAIT A MINUET!" I yelled, recognizing him shadowed figure. "YOU'RE THE PERVERT WHO WAS OUTSIDE MY WINDOW!!!!"