AN: Hey guys, I'm so sorry that I didn't update this story in a while. I was busy and kind of bit of a slacker :/ So...sorry for the wait. I finally finished chapter 4. If you see any mistakes in this chapter, I didn't check over to fix it; again, I'm sorry. If you guys interested in zombie stories or the last of us (best game I've ever played) I'm making a story about me and my friends in it. I just finish chapter 4 today, I think it turned out pretty good :) so if you NOES fans out there like any of that kind of stuff, then go check it out. Please, just check it out; it would mean so much to me. Thanks ;) Plus, instead of parts I'd originally planned, I decided to make a full story out of it! You're welcome. **BTW, THIS IS BASED ON JAMES'S POV**

~I don't own Freddy Krueger, just me and my friends~

It was late; about around 10:40 pm. Everyone in the Berry family was fast asleep, all except for James. He was all alone down in the cold basement with only a dim light to lit the room. James has been practicing his marching band music on his trombone. Ever since his family finishes his dinner around 6:30, he immediately excuse himself from the table and went straight to practicing. For almost four hours straight, he's been into memorizing the music for Final Countdown; which for him, become really frustrating.

"Dammit", he thought to himself, "why do I keep messing up measure twenty-nine...it's looks so simple, even Adam could do it in his sleep."

He place his trombone on his stand, walk over to the recliner and let out a sigh in frustration, until it turned into a yawn. He adjust his eyes to see what the wall clock said; it was 10:45. James just sat there for a moment or two to compose himself to not fall asleep.

"Just about ten more minutes", he thought to himself,"then I'll go to bed."

He got up off of the recliner and walk straight to the bathroom. As he was going quickly upstairs, the steps creak really loud; which made James flinch and immediately stop moving. It was an awful creaking noise; it sounded exactly like the creak from his dream from over a week ago. He drifted more in thought until he move again, which cause him to refocus his task.

"I gotta be more careful", James thought to himself, "I don't want to wake up the entire family...again."

He slowly walk upstairs trying not to wake up his family. He hold in his breath by stepping on the top step, which he knew was the loudest out all of them, he press his foot on and slowly got up on it. He puff out his breath and a faint smile appear across his face for his accomplishment; he then continue down the hallway to the bathroom.

He open the bathroom door and turn on the light. The light was really bright, making him flinch a bit. He closed the door behind him and walked up to the sink. He gaze into his reflection; he see his dark brown eyes that are starting to sink in his sockets and his blackish-brown colored hair was starting to get greasy and knotty. His rubbed his skin, including all of his little facial hair he had on his lips. He then let out a loud sigh and firmly grab the sides of the sink as he let his eyes flutter shut for a moment.

"Man...I look like shit", he thought to himself, "if I keep this up, I'm gonna look like Calab, or worst...Ebbie!"

He grin a little and made a snicker with that thought; oh that's just James being James. He open his eyes and straighten up, making his back crack; it really felt good. He took off his glasses and put them right next to the sink. He reach over to turn on the faucet; out of no where, the faucet grab James's right hand and locked him in place. He eyes widen in horror and scream as loud as he could.

"Help!" scream James at the top of his lungs," Mom! Dad! Somebody! Help me!"

But it was no use; the bathroom door slam as hard as possible and then locking it all by itself. Then he heard a loud sound, like something had burst. He struggles harder and screams louder as all the faucets started to overflow with hot, steaming water. He feels this incredible, burning pain around his knees. The hot water was rising and fast. He has to think fast before he drowns to an unpleasant death. He has an idea in mind; it was stupid but there are no other options. With all of his might, he free hand turn into a firm, fist and punch the faucet. Unfortunately, it did nothing; it's only making it worst for himself.

"Son of a bitch!" James scream out in pure agony once again," Whoever's doing this to me, you better stop it you fucking-"

He was suddenly cut off when something was stuff in his mouth. It was big, thick, and slimy; a bar of soap, or at least, that's was he's thinking. Then something else slither up his right arm and wrapped itself around his mouth; luckily it was just a towel and nothing worst. He was struggling even harder, the water was now up to his waist, burning like hell; he just want this to be a dream and wake up, tell himself it's all over, it never happen...but it did, it felt so real, that's what scared him the most. Then steam from the water start to fog up the entire bathroom, swirling all around him and became thick enough that he can't see anything. This last for a moment until it faded away. When he glance up into the mirror, he didn't see his reflection, he saw something else. He examined the features of this thing from top to bottom: a dirty red and green sweater and a brown fedora hat covering up his entire face. The thing glance up at James, showing off his horrid burns and his grin. James's eyes widen in horror and the thing chucked at him.

"Well, well, well", the thing chuckled, "looks like your in quite of a hot-spot tonight, my friend."

James's horrid face turned into pure anger; how dare he do this to him like this. "Yeah, go and fuck yourself you burnt piece of shit!" James muttered in his stuffed-up mouth.

The thing turned away, shaking his head as he does so. "Aww", the thing sigh aloud," didn't your daddy teach you any manners of how you should treat your guest?" He glance up back at him once again, showing off his faint grin.

James's face was in pure disgust, glancing up back at him with his dark eyes and mutter back sharply, "I only mouth off to people I don't want to deal with, making you the first on my list!"

"Well, isn't that a shame", the thing replied once again, "I just might have to change that."

James jumped as he heard something screeching at the other faucet. The faucet was moving and then transform into some kind of robotic arm. It got bigger and long as it stretch out as far enough as it could. Then on each end of the faucets it started to grow four, six inch blades. James's eyes widen in horror again and struggle once again to be free from his grasp. The thing let out an deep, mechanical laugh at his fail attempts. He struggle more and more until his right arm was twisting around in a very painful way, letting his wrist being shown. The robotic-type arm swing up in the air and cut real deep in his wrist. James scream real hard as he felt the knife slashing through his skin. The blood flowed out of his wrist and mix into the water. The thing was laughing loudly and evilly at him; James was on the verge of crying in pure weakness and in pain.

A banging was noise was made behind the bathroom door and immediately swung open. Both of James's parents were standing there, starring at their son with both concern and horrified look on their faces. Their eyes widen in horror when they saw his huge, deep cut on his right wrist.

"James!" his dad spoke out loud, "what in God's name were you doing to yourself?!"

James raised his eyebrow up at him. "Myself?" James thought. He noticed his mom was looking at the instrument in his left hand. He looked down and saw a razor blade placed in his hand. His eyes widen and looked back at his cut wrist; looking back and forth a couple of times in denial. "No, this can't be happening!" He once again though to himself. His mouth was slightly ajar in shock, look up at his parents, and then faints.

The Springwood Hospital- 11:55pm

It was a painful half-hour in the ER. They're were so many people in such critical condition, they been through so much; James was lucky that he was alive, he only have to got about 17 stitches in his wrist. The nurse was patching him up with some bandages and gave him some ointment to disinfect the area. The mid-thirties nurse gave James and reassuring smile, letting him know that everything is okay. He gave her a faint smile as well and the nurse walked out of the room and close the door, leaving James into his deep thoughts.

"How was this possible?" James question to himself, "how could this one dream just suddenly turned into such a nightmare?" "There was no way that could ever happen but how?" He left out an exhausted sigh and let his head rested on his good hand.

The door open and three people came in: a doctor in his late-forties and unfortunately his parents. He look up straight at the doctor, trying to avoid his parent's serious glares. The doctor clear his throat before speaking.

"Son, you're lucky to be alive. With a serious cut like that, it would've kill you. But I don't know how you manage to pull that off, that amazes me. It was an centimeter off to actually cut your veins, you're lucky that you missed, you would've been dead and gone." The room was silent for a moment until the doctor spoke up again. "Look, kid, I'll leave you alone with your parents, to let this problem sorted out." He then turned around and walk out of the room, closing the door behind him.

James looked up at his parents, obviously not amuse at all. His mother was taking it hard; she doesn't have the confidence to even look up at her son, letting her staring at the ground, wiping away her tears. His father, on the hand, was very angry for his actions. He did nothing but stare down at him and crossing his arms as he does so.

"James Berry," he father let out with an growl," explain to me and your mother why would you were cutting yourself."

"Dad", James said to his father, "it's not what it look like."

His dad was starting to get enrage. "I'm pretty sure I do!" He snap back, "I'm pretty sure I seen my son, my flesh and blood, took an razor blade on himself. You still didn't answer my question, why would you do this?!"

James was starting to tense up a bit, he have never seen his this angry in his entire life. He looked away for a moment and stare at the ground, not wanting to meet his father's sharp glare. It only angered him more.

"Answer my question-"

"It wasn't me!" James scream when he cut his dad mid-sentence, "It was this man in the mirror! He did this to me!" Both of his looked at each other for that unexpected outburst before getting their attention back to James. "I just wanted to stay up a little bit more, just practicing some marching band music, so I thought 'maybe ten more minutes then I'll go to bed'. I quietly walked to the bathroom to splash water on my face. I went to turn on the faucet and got the hold of me. I tried screaming and hollering for you guys but...but you never came. My mouth was stuff up so I can't call out. I was going drown under hot water. I was so scared...but that man- that thing laughed at me, controlling everything until you stopped it." James look up at his parents straight into their eyes. "I'm not lying...this all happened. Please, believe me?"

James's parents were both stunned by his outburst; they never even know he would snapped like that. There were a few moment of silence until his father spoke out once again. "James", his father calmly spoke out, "that's the most stupidest thing I've ever heard of! You know better than lying to me and your mother!"

"Dad, I swear to God, I'm telling the truth!" James try his best to fought his tears. "I know it sounds ridiculous but it's a honest to god truth! Please, believe me." A single tear streams down his face and then quickly wipes it away.

"If you're not gonna tell me the truth", Mr. Berry said in his stern voice, "then you're gonna be grounded for a week."

James scuff in disbelief. "But dad-"

"Make it two weeks", Mr. Berry's voice rose.

"But-"

"Boy, don't make me go to a month!" He gritted through his teeth. "I will do that if you won't stop! You're are also not allow to play in the homecoming parade either!"

"Why?!"

"Because it's a fair punishment, that's why!" He paced back and forth in the room a few times, then stopping and put his hands up in the air. "I can't deal with this! I'm going outside to take a moment!" He runs a hand through his hair and let out an exhausting sigh. He looks over at his wife and asks, "Do you wanna come outside with me?"

She looks at James and back at him. "Sure, I guess."

He grabs the doorknob and turns it slightly. Before they both leave, he looks back at his son one last time and said, "I will never forgive you for this". He walks out and shuts the door, leaving James alone with his thoughts and try his best not to cry.

TO BE CONTINUED