WELL, HERE WE ARE, CHAPTER TWO IS UP! FROM THE WORD GO THIS CHAPTER IS A DREAM SEQUENCE, THE END POINT FOR THE SEQUENCE IS PRETTY OBVIOUS ;) SO AMANDA HAS FALLEN ASLEEP...WHERE HAS SHE ENDED UP FOLKS? WINK WINK.

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Chapter Two

The floor where she lay was rough on her skin, scratching her sluggish limbs. The fabric of her hospital gown whispering ghost-like as she moved, echoing the voices swarming around her.

Children's voices, floating in from the darkness around her, rising and falling, gasping for air.

Gathering her wits about her as best she could, Amanda slowly rose to her feet, reaching out to place a hand on the damp wall beside her for support.

'Hello?'

No answer. Nothing but the frantic, pleading whispers of children lost.

Treading softly on the rotting boards under her feet, Amanda took in her surroundings as best she could. Her head felt like she was moving underwater, though the deep sense of foreboding came through clear as a bell. The room she had woke up in was dank and musty, a fireplace long unused on one wall and a doorway on the other. The door with its flaking paint and rotting, split wood, hanging off its hinges.

Where's the hospital?

Suddenly, with a jolt, Amanda clutched her now flat abdomen.

Gone.

It was gone.

No, it wasn't gone, it was loose. She could feel it near her, its presence poisoning the atmosphere like a noxious gas. Her subconcious kicked in.

Get. Out. Now.

Moving ahead now with determined footsteps she pushed the door aside to allow her to pass through. A stairway to her left and the front door just a head. The whispering grew louder and more frantic, rising in pitch till the children were screaming.

Amanda covered her ears and sank to the floor, 'no more, please no more,' over and over again for what seemed like an eternity.

Then, as suddenly as it had came, the pitiful screaming stopped.

Looking up Amanda fell back onto the floor hard and, for a split second, she forgot how to breath. The air left her body and a solid mass of complete and utter despair coiled round her heart. She was now face to face with the monster she had helped create.

A small child stood in front of the door, its dirty blonde hair stopping at chin length, dirt smeared across its forehead by impatient little hands. The child was neither male nor female, its androgynous face betraying no emotion, nor flicker of recognition. Its piercing blue eyes stared out from startling white skin and in that moment Amanda felt she was staring at the devil himself. Dressed in a simple red t-shirt with green pants, it wore no shoes on it's filthy feet. Both it's fingernails and toenails were caked in rust coloured filth, making Amanda gag and heave in horror.

The child advanced towards her, slowly, and with murderous intent.

Rising to her feet, Amanda took off running back into the house. Her frantic breathing giving pause to mutter the Lords prayer, trying desperately to invoke a miracle.

"Our father who art in heaven,"

Grasping the handle of the back door, she yelped in pain, withdrawing her hand from the red hot metal.

"Hallowed be thy name,"

Turning she slammed into the child who sent her sprawling to the floor once more. With growing fear she saw there were now more children, all in varying stages of decay and their bodies desecrated in disgusting ways. Some were missing limbs, others showed bones protruding from rotting flesh. One small girl stared at her with pools of flaming red where her eyes had been previously.

"Thy kingdom come, thy will be done,"

Bolting from the kitchen she ran for the staircase and, before she was halfway up, she went crashing through the rotten wood, landing painfully onto the steps of the basement below.

"On earth as it is in heaven. Give us our daily bread,"

Amanda was crawling now. Desperately clawing at the harsh metal of the staircase, her nails giving off a hellish screeching sound as she went. Her frantic eyes danced around the room. The children, oh God the children.

The children had increased in number, and their ringleader was closing in.

"Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us,"

Taking in the horrors that the basement held, Amanda's already fragile mind shattered into pieces, lost forever. In all directions there where children. Bloody and maimed, innocence destroyed. Wretched souls who had been snatched from the world in the most depraved ways possible. Amanda sobbed as hot, salty tears coarsed down her face,

"And deliver us from evil...deliver us from evil...deliver us-"

"FROM FREDDY!" Came the piercing cry as the children found their true voices and howled as one.

Amanda lay broken on the basement floor. The being with her own piercing blue eyes stood directly above her.

It took her a moment to realise the screaming filling the space around her was now her own.

*************************** END DREAM********************************

"Sister Mary Helena! Sister! Sis-"

"Amanda!"

Amanda woke with a start as the Midwife took over from the frantic Dr Parker who was trying to rouse his screaming patient.

Dr Parker looked indignent at being swept to the side, preferring to take presidence in the room at all times. He shot the Midwife a filthy look before taking over once more.

"Sister Mary Helena," he clipped, "your hysterics are completely without justification! Please calm yourself, for both your sake and the infant sleeping by your side. He has had quite a traumatic time, although you do not remember the birth was complicated and he will no doubt be affected also."

The infant sleeping by your side... He?

Freddy.

With much effort on her part, Amanda turned to the sleeping infant placed not five feet from her hospital bed. It slept with it's head turned towards her, peaceful as if it were dreaming.

Dreaming. Dreaming of mutilated children with their intestines hanging out, trailing behind them as they shuffled towards nowhere in a perpetual state of terror. Their eyes seeing nothing but the face of their tormentor over and over again.

It took only a split second for Amanda to be certain that the infant next to her would not survive the night.