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Chapter Two: The Evil One

School passed in a daze, and sitting at this hard, rickety desk didn't make me feel any better from last night's experience. I just listened to the murmur of my classmates excited talking and the drone of my teacher's lecture. It was the same as the day before and the day before that. Things between these four preserved walls never seem to change.

"Hey, Salina. Are you alright?" my friend Grace approached me as I was getting books out of my fire-engine-red locker.

I shut the door. "I'm fine. How are you?"

"Tired!" she smirked because this was always her answer. "You seem down, are you sure you're fine?"

"Positive." I lied; I couldn't stop thinking about that stupid dream.

It's not even real.

"I had the weirdest dream last night." She continued as we walked our usual route to Chemistry, the last class of the day.

Strange, it's like she read my mind.

This perked my interest. "What did you dream about?"

She pulled on a piece of her short brown hair nervously. "You might think I'm crazy, but I had a dream that I was lying in bed, and then I heard some noises coming from outside. So, I decided to go out there, and I didn't see anything right away. Then, all of a sudden, these girls dress in white, old-fashion dresses appeared from the darkness just standing there. They began singing, 'One-two, Freddy's coming for you…'" Her face was solemn as she remembered the nightmare. "That's when he appeared."

"Who?" I was fraught to know as her willingness to talk about it faded away like fog in sunlight. Even though I already knew who was in her dream.

Her voice dropped to barely a sigh. "Freddy Krueger, you know, from those scary movies?"

My heart dropped. "I know."

If he is real, he's targeting one of my only friends, what a bastard.

"Do you think I'm crazy?" She had genuine concern in her blue eyes.

"No, it's a natural thing, Grace. We all have nightmares sometimes." I replied.

Her eyes grew extremely wide. "But how could a dream do this?"

She lifted up the sleeve to her shirt, revealing four, rather deep, gashes imbedded in her arm.

"Oh my God." I drew my hand up to my mouth in shock as she let the cloth cover the wound once more. "Did you tell your parents?"

She shook her head as we entered our classroom and we both took our assigned seats on opposite sides of the room.

The whole time I fiddled with the ring on my right fore finger that I never took off. It was a silver band encased with small, glimmering rubies and flecks of fourteen karate gold. My grandmother had given it to me when I was thirteen years old, I even sleep with it. I consider it my good luck charm, and it was a better thing to concentrate on than what Grace had just revealed to me.

As soon as class was over, I bolted out of the room with Grace, who offered me a ride home since my sister was being the bitch she was. In the car we were silent. I watched as the trees and fields cradled by the hillside came and went. Grace was in her own little world as we pulled into my driveway.

"Do you think you'll be okay?" I asked.

She nodded. "Yeah, I probably just scratched myself while I slept."

Her reasoning was the same as mine.

I looked up at the sun-crested lawn to my house. The structure was white, peeling from years of being exposed to the elements. Two stories and bearing many windows, shadowed by a hoard of maple trees, the home held a Victorian mystique. Though after the nightmare, I was slightly unwilling to go inside and fall victim to the invisible Fred Krueger.

She offered me a subtle smile, seeing the look on my face. There was a spark of genuine terror and confusion hiding between the creases of her mind like black glue.

"I'll be fine, Salina."

I nodded, opening her car door and trailing up my front porch steps.

Once inside, I stood there for a moment listening to the stillness of the usually lively home. The fish tank in the living room hummed and gurgled; the only noise I could hear. Reluctantly I stomped up the stairs and into my room, shutting the door and locking it for extra measure. As if a being from my dreams could invade my home.

Once situated on my canopy bed, I clicked on the TV to see Doctor Phil and some girl he was giving a sermon to.

Turning down the volume to five, I adjusted myself into a more comfortable position. I could feel the heaviness in my eyelids as they began to droop. School always makes me feel dead both physically and mentally, but the last thing I wanted to do was fall asleep. He would most likely be waiting like he always does for his victims. This time he wouldn't have to wait long.

I was out, and I found myself walking up to a familiar sight. Beside the maroon front door was the numbers 1428, and I could only assume the street was Elm. Though it was quite warm for winter, I shivered as I glanced upon the wrought iron barred windows. My hand reached out for the golden handle, and I entered the cursed location without much hesitation.

As I wandered in, I found a young woman sitting at the round, wooden kitchen table. She seemed distraught as she stared off into space, her penetrating blue eyes zoned out. Her hair was a frizzy brown mess, and a streak of pure white resided inside despite her youth. That's when she looked up at me, her pale face grave and disturbed.

"Hello, Salina." She motioned for me to sit in the chair across from her, and I obediently complied. "We need to talk."

I shifted anxiously in my seat. "Are you Nancy Thompson?"

"Yes, so it seems to be." Nancy said quietly.

"Why did you bring me here?"

She raised a brow. "Would you rather me be Krueger instead?"

I frowned. "You have a point."

"You have to listen to me, Salina." She grabbed my hands and held them in a vice-like grip. "You are in grave danger."

My brow furrowed. "But this is only a dream, you're not real and neither is he."

She grimaced. "You couldn't be more wrong. He is just as real as you are, but I am merely an apparition."

A ghost?

"I came back just to warn you, but Salina you must listen to me. He is after the Dahlia Ring." She dropped her voice low.

I looked down at the ring glittering ominously on my finger, and lifted it up. "This?"

"It holds great power so don't let him trick you into giving it to him." Nancy urged. "Promise me."

"I don't know if I can do that." I began to panic. "My grandmother gave me this ring. Or he could just kill me and take it away."

"No Salina, he needs you in order to activate the rings full potential." Those blue eyes were unwavering. "You contain an evil inside of you that he desires."

After she said that, my mind flashed back to the last nightmare, 'Your mind is filled with potential evil that he desires.'

I stood up, rattled by the realization that Nancy had been there the previous night. She believed I was evil, but for what reason? What made her think I was something that could unleash the horror of Freddy Krueger once again? Though, if she though so ill of me, why would she instruct me to do the opposite of what she believed I would do?

"You don't know me, Nancy." I snapped. "What in the hell makes you think I would want to help a mass-murderer?"

"It's in your blood." She put her head in her hands. "You have so much to learn about yourself and your family."

My temper was flaring at this girl's insistent familiarity of me. "Who the hell do you think you are? My life is my business, and if I wanted to help Krueger, I would. But seeing his track record on the silver screen definitely makes me think twice about going along with whatever plans he has for me. So, get out of my fucking dream and leave me alone. You obviously didn't do a good job of getting rid of him on your own, so I would prefer to do this alone."

She giggled, surprisingly to me. "Oh, you know, you actually do kind of remind me of him. A better version of him, but his attitude all the same in my opinion. I'm sure you'll need my assistance eventually, Salina. You may be evil spawn, but I trust that you can easily overcome your bloodline."

I rubbed my ring. "You must have the wrong girl, Nancy. My family comes from a long line of community good-doers and faith oriented people."

"I know." She informed. "But someone in your family is keeping something important from you."

"What?" I practically yelled, but lowered my voice. "Can you tell me what it is?"

"No." She answered. "You have to figure it out on your own"

Damnit, what kind of help is she trying to give me?

"You should wake up now, Salina. I can only keep him away so long, and he's getting restless."

Before I could say anything, I could feel my body lifting out of the room, and my eyes fluttered open. I looked at the clock on my nightstand; it read 9:45 p.m. in glowing green numbers. For some reason I felt unusually hot, so I threw my lilac-print comforters to the ground. I flung my head down onto the pillow, looking up at my canopy.

Things just keep getting weirder and weirder.