Jason saw her hesitant face, she opened her mouth then closed it, repeating that movement about 5 times before looking away. He observed her sweaty and flustered face, realising that he enjoyed her state of shock and horror. She wore it better than most girls her age, he shook his sadistic thoughts away and glared down at her. She really didn't know how to explain the strange things that has been going on. He gently traced the cut on her cheek, she winced as the stinging sensation came back and bit her lip to stop her hissing in pain. He felt sickened, why did he enjoy her pain? Sure he enjoy killing people but this brought a sort of warmth in his dead stomach. Sort of pleasure in seeing her pain.

"I-I-I ummm I-I mean, w-w-w-w-well-" She started, she really couldn't put her thoughts into words. It was too hard and it was even harder since Jason was just blankly staring at her like she was a ant under a magnifying glass.

"Addison" Jason spoke with warning in his voice. He really couldn't be bothered with her childish nightmares!

"T-T-there was a m-man" She finally said something that made sense...well some sense.

"What man? Where is he?" He urgently replied feeling angered that anyone dared to touch her while he was around! She was his prisoner in his camp! She felt frustrated and angered, why couldn't she explain! It was so easy, what was she suppose to say? 'Oh Jason there's a creepy man in my dreams that wants to kill me because he thinks that you care for me!' Actually, that's not a bad idea...

"In my dreams" She whispered. Okay, she was sounding like a looney but she had to tell him!

"In your dreams" He raised his eyebrow, he already knew this bloody information! She's making no sense, rambling like a mad man... Well woman.

"Yeah, he-he wears a christmas sweater, hat-" She rambled on, the words spilled out of her mouth and she couldn't stop. It was like a wall that held back a flood was broken, letting the water run out at its own rapid pace "-Horrible teeth, gloved hand w-with knives-" She carried on like he wasn't even there.

"Knives?" That sounded familiar... The name was on the tip of his tongue.

"-Burnt skin-" His eyes widened, rage visible in his dark orbs. How dare that dead man enter his camp?!

"FREDDY" He shouted, cold laughter echoed around him, Addie shivered and whimpered, not liking the familiar sound that made her quake with fear and flood her eyes with tears. Her stomach twisted with hatred and that silly fear once again. She felt like a five year old in a thunderstorm, hopeless and helpless.

This was only the beginning...