Chapter 12
Behind Closed Doors again

The soft wet touch caressed her cheek. She opened her eyes and saw the little black poodle looking at her with happy eyes. She reached up and pets its loving head. "Scooter, go to bed." She pleaded. The tiny dog whined urgently causing her to open her eyes again. It was then she noticed she was not in her room. The dirty walls surrounded her and the only familiar thing was her pet poodle.

"Tabitha" a gritty low voice playfully called. She reached forward and took the scared dog in to her arms and pets it softly.

Suddenly and invisible force pulled the dog from her. The small animal cried in fear. Tabitha called out to the unseen enemy to leave her alone. But she could not see anything. She watched as the small dog was tossed hard against a nearby wall. The dog cried in pain and fell to the floor. Tabitha ran to the injured puppy as it whimpered, still alive, but sore.

"You bastard!" she screamed. "Leave him alone!" Suddenly in her arms the dog's stomach ripped open spurting hot blood in to her face. She screamed as she felt the muscles in the small body tighten and heard the small yelp before it went silent.

Tabitha sat in the corner of the dirty old room. Her hands beginning to caked with dry blood and tears streaking down her blood stained face. In her lap lay the cooling body of her pet poodle. She held its helpless body close to her and sobbed. She lay the dog down and in a fury stood and screamed. "Fuck you, you heartless son of a bitch!" She ran to the door and opened it. Again a hallway. She ran down to the end and turned. Around her she could hear the horrid laughter. She sprinted to another corner and turned, but instead of reaching another hall she found a door. She opened it greedily and entered the next room; she stepped upon newly laid carpet inside the house on Elm. She could see the front door, the light of day shown through it peacefully. She ran to it and pulled the door open stepping outside. She felt the sweet fresh air and the sunshine warmed the front step. She screamed to release her frustrations and relief. "I'm out!" she screamed. She stepped off the front porch but as she did a force shoved her back against the door.

"No, no." said the gritty voice. "I'm not done with you yet." She was shoved through the door and down upon the carpet inside. Suddenly she felt her chest rip open. Her blood poured on her shirt and began to snake up in front of her. It looked as though her veins were pulsating outside her body, only the veins weren't hers. She watched and saw the body materialize. The body of Freddy Krueger, but before she could focus on his face he twisted his claws snapping her spine and killing her instantly.