"What?! I was a child of a sperm downer Mom?!" shrieked Jackie.
"Hun, please don't make this harder than it already is" Jackie's mother replied. Jackie's face scrunched up in a look of terror and disgust.
"Mom! Think about it! I am a bastard child!" screamed Jackie, tears starting to creep down her pale skinned cheeks. Her brunette hair fell in front of her face as she turned away in anger and frustration from her mother. She looked through the den window out onto Elm Street. A boy rode by on his red tricycle, and a dog darted across their yard, chasing a stray cat.
"Jackie, look, you think this isn't easy for me to tell you after all these years? How do you think I feel having to lie about your father, that he was some drunk who drove off one day and never came back?"
"Yeah well, you know these sperm downers, I could very well be the daughter of a crazed lunatic or beer bellied loser" Jackie remarked sadistically waving her hands in the air.
"Alright stop it, now your just over reacting" Jackie's mom screamed.
"You know what mom; you can go to hell, because that's exactly where I am going to go" Jackie cried, red in the face. Jackie grabbed her wind breaker and stormed out of the house and began to make her way at a fast pace across the front lawn.
"Jackie! Jackie please come back!" her mother called. But the more and more she called, the more and more Jackie ran down Elm Street.
It was a cold October afternoon, the leaves were multi colored, and Halloween decorations littered the houses. Jack-o-lanterns were in every nook and cranny you could imagine. Jackie zipped up her breaker as the breeze began to cool more. Her tears felt like icicles glued to her face. She couldn't believe the lies her mother had told her all these years. How her father just got drunk one night while her mother was pregnant with her and took off, never to be heared from again.
What a crock. Her senior year just starting at Springwood High School and already she had some form of drama in her life. Jackie turned into an empty drive way of an abandoned two story ranch house.
She couldn't go back home. There was no way she could face her mother again after what she pulled just moments ago. Pulling her long brown hair back into a pony tail she looked up into one of the windows of the abandoned house. The windows were all boarded up, the grass had practically dried itself all the way to root, and the numbers by the door were just barely visible.
"1428 Elm Street" Jackie whispered to herself. She had been told of the child murderer that used to live her roughly twenty-five years ago. She couldn't remember the name of the guy, but he was supposedly supposed to have been killed by some of the parents on this street. Jackie got a cold shiver just thinking how he might have murdered those kids.
She wiped away her tears and made her way up to the front door. Trying to peer in through the small window in the door, she could only make out roughed images because the dust had caked on the inside so bad. She reached for the handle of the door and pulled it back in agony. It was Ice cold, cold enough to make it feel like you had just been burned by ice. She looked around; no one appeared to be watching her.
Stepping down back onto the lawn she thought of a way to sneak in. The windows were boarded up, so those were a no. What about the Basement windows? Heck it was worth a shot. She needed something to take her mind off of her own reality and figured an adventure would cheer her up. Stepping through the gate which led to the side of the house and into the back yard, she looked for an available root into the basement.
The only window that wasn't boarded up was a small porthole which only a small child could fit through. She kicked the house in anger, cussing to herself. Jackie leaned up against the house and tried to think of something else. Looking around the leaf ridden yard, she could see old clothes line cords, sagging through the yard, some of the old clothes pins still hanging there.
She tracked her gaze all the way to the basement door. However this was chained as she realized when she brushed all of the leaves aside. But, thankfully, she noticed the right door had hinge pins in stead of bolts. "Uh ha! Gotchya now!" she said aloud. Pulling the rusted pins out and placing them on the other door, she slowly lifted the steel door and rested it on top of its mate. A thick sheet of cobwebs lined the cement walls. Cautiously walking down the wooden stairs she came into complete darkness. Flick! Jackie flared her lighter to see what her surroundings were.
She spotted an old cobwebbed candle on a mantle piece in the corner. Snatching this she slowly made her way to the back of the basement, reaching the stairs. SLAM! Jackie dropped the candle and turned around to see the cellar door back in its place. She raced over to it, and tried with all her might to open it. It was jammed shut.
"What the hell?! How is this?" Jackie shrieked. Her heart started to race, stricken with panic and fear. She turned around realizing her candle had gone out. She reached into her pocket, gasping for air. She felt nothing. She reached into her coat pocket and again felt nothing. She was enveloped in darkness, except for the few streaks of light coming from the boarded up windows. She slowly started to walk towards what she though was the basement stars and got the end of the railing in her stomach.
Holding back her pain, she rubbed the now bruised area and started to ascend the stairs. At the top, thankfully, the basement door was unlocked. Stepping into the hallway, she looked both ways, almost expecting something to jump out at her. Walking into the foyer, she could see the wallpaper had pretty much rolled off and had made small crumble up dust paper bunnies on the floor. Jackie leaned over the banister and peered up the stairs. Very little light was visible. "What the hell? Did they like just give up on trying to sell this shit hole or what?" Jackie alleged aloud climbing the stair case. She slowly made her way up, being sure as to not get jumped by some crazy old bum who might be living here. Just as she had almost reached the top of the stairs, her foot stepped onto a rotted floor board and sunk into the staircase clean up to her mid thigh. "Jesus Christ! Why don't you just kill me already?!" Jackie screamed even more than ever pissed off.
"Why didn't you say so?!" called a deep demonic voice. Jackie shrieked and listened. Her heartbeat rang in her ears; she could feel her veins pumping in her slender body. All she could hear was her heavy breathing. Quickly she tried to pull her leg up through the floor. After a minute or so she finally was standing up and on the second landing. Her right shoe now down in the basement, she had to stagger through the hallway. As she came to the last door on the left, she reached out for the handle and hesitated for a moment.
"God get a grip on it Jackie, don't be such a chicken" Jackie scolded herself. She took hold of the old knob, twisted it to the right and swung open the door. All that was inside was a floor covered in dead leaves, and a box spring and mattress in the corner. Jackie walked over to look at it. A faded flower pattern was embodied into the fabric and there was cotton hairs sticking through the mattress. She reached out to touch it just as the door behind her slammed shut.
"What the hell?" Jackie screamed arrogantly. Suddenly the house started to shake and the ceiling started to rain plaster everywhere, creating a white plaster winter in the room. Jackie's eyes swiftly widened in terror. She tried to stand up but the commotion drove her to fall to the floor. The sounds of steel against steel rang abruptly through the air. Jackie screamed in fright as she looked at the mattress. Four blades shot up through the cloth of the mattress and slashed horrifically through the middle.
Again Jackie scream as a figure in a red and green sweater and a worn out fedora hat rose up from the bowls of the bed. The figures head drooped, hiding their face. But a deep cackling echoed against the walls as Jackie screamed more and more. Finally, when the earth quaking ceased to a halt, the figure spoke.
"What's the matter Jackie, a bit lost?!"
"Who the fuck are you?" Jackie demanded in horror. The figure lifted his head and Jackie screamed in more fits of fear and terror. The figure's face was horrific. It was a man; his face looked like he had been burned to death and what remaining flesh he had left was stretched across his face. His teeth rotted to the core, black cavities sunk into his cheeks like deep wells.
"Wow, someone who's never heared of me. What's wrong Jackie, you forget the name of the boogey man?!" he cackled. Jackie's mind shot back to her years back in elementary school, second grade. The old jump rope song her and her little friends used to sing.
"Fred Krueger" Jackie whimpered. Freddy opened his arms out like he was a king, a king of Hell.
"The one and only babe" he grinned menacingly. He stood there on top of the bed, glaring down at her through his sunken eye holes, feeding off every ounce of Jackie's fear.
"What do you want from me" Jackie cried. All she could think of was he was going to sink those claw knives of his into her chest. Freddy twitched his crude glove of copper and blades. Freddy let out a low chuckle from beneath a death defying grin and warped right up to her face and pinned her to the floor. Jackie screamed in fright.
"Oh now Jackie, is that any way to talk to a fellow bastard?" Freddy asked sadistically. Jackie screamed out in terror only to be slammed onto the floor again with a slap to the face. Jackie looked up into his rotted face. She could feel his black aura, blacker than ebony it was. Jackie had to turn her face away in disgust. Smelling his corpsed flesh was enough to cure any hang over. Freddy grabbed her face with his claw hand and turned it back to his. Jackie let out a gasp of fright.
"Now, you have two choices piggy. And listen up, take notes if ya' gotta' "Freddy whispered in her ear. Jackie was shaking in die hard agony. "You listening?" Jackie shook her head, tears beginning to gush. "Good"
Suddenly Jackie found herself sitting at a bar. Cigarette smoke created a thin vapor in the room. She looked around her, realizing everything including her was black and white. She turned to her right and shrieked and saw Freddy sitting there, smoking a cigarette. He was dressed in a mafia outfit, sunglasses, and that moth eaten fedora hat as well.
"What do you want from me? Please just let me go, I'll do anything!" Jackie begged.
"Oh now sweet thang' don't fret see, we gots business to do here see" Freddy said blowing ring circles.
"What do you mean business?" Jackie asked confused. Freddy puffed his cigarette and turned his face towards Jackie. Blowing it out he put out the cigarette and removed his hat.
"Alright, look here kiddo, we got special work to do. You're the last Elm Street kid see. Now, what we're gonna do is-"
"Wait what? What are you talking about? I'm not the last Elm Street Kid. There's other kids and teenagers there too" Jackie informed him.
"Yeah, but you're the last of the assholes who murdered me" Freddy cursed.
"I don't follow" Jackie said starting to shake in terror again. Freddy sighed.
Freddy clasped his hands together and the set changed into a classroom. Jackie looked around her and screamed. Dead children and teenagers sat in the classroom with her. Some of them were decapitated, some naked, some were hung from the ceiling instead of propped into a seat. Freddy slammed a pointer against the chalkboard.
"Ok class we have a new student today! Now Jackie at any point you get confused raise your hand" Freddy exclaimed.
"Let me go you fucker!" Jackie swore. Freddy popped up in her face and grabbed her with his left hand around her throat, and held the tip of one of his claws just an inch from her eye.
"Listen bitch, either shut up and listen, or you can meet the principle" Freddy threatened.
"Who…who is the principle?" Jackie whispered, shaking more violently than she had in how ever long of a time she already had. Freddy flared his glove and flicked his eyes towards it indicating he was talking about his glove. Jackie shook her head that she understood and Freddy popped back in front of the board.
"Now, where do baby's come from. Anyone? Anyone at all? Oh come on now, we covered this last week. Christ do I gotta repeat myself?," Jackie watched in horror, "Now, when the bitch and the bastard have a lil shit of their own, how does it work?" Freddy impersonated a twisted version of Chris Rock teaching a class.
Jackie started to realize something was wrong. She had this deathly feeling he was gonna say something she didn't want to be true. Freddy looked at Jackie, her icy blue eyes were drenched with stressed blood vessels, and her cheeks were rosy red. He sensed she knew what he was getting at.
"That's right Jackie; your daddy was one of those bastards who killed me. Who would have thought he would be responsible for making a bastard child of his own. But hey, at least on Fathers day you only gotta send one card, I got a hundred!" Freddy laughed unpromisingly.
Jackie screamed in terror, as she found herself back in the Elm Street House, tied down to the mattress that Freddy made his grand entrance in. Standing above her, Freddy knelt down and whispered in her ear.
"Now you're gonna help me out" He commanded.
"What are you saying?" Jackie asked. Jackie screamed as Freddy struck his right arm up in the air, posed like a venomous serpent, ready to strike. Jackie closed her eyes and opened them to find she had been sleeping on the stoop of the house. It was dusk now. Her heart was racing, as she snapped up into a sitting position. Looking around her, she realized she was awake. She staggered to a stand and looked up at the house. The clouds rolled away and the moonlight lit the house up in a dark aura.
Turning to run home, she felt the frost bitten ground under her foot. Looking down, she saw that her shoe was gone. A clap of thunder in the distance made her look back at he house just before running home.
Jackie just made it home in time to close the door before the rain caught her.
"Jackie, where the hell have you been?" Jackie's mom said scolding her from the hallway. Jackie yelped in surprise. "I have been waiting in panic to know where you are. What were you thinking about taking off like that?"
"Mom, just don't, not right now. I'm just really tired and want to go to bed" Jackie mumbled. About to go up stairs Jackie's mother grabbed her firmly by the arm.
"Oh no you don't, we are going to have a serious talk young lady"
"Mom just back off!"
"Don't you dare speak to me that way you little bitch?!"
"What the fuck is your problem mom?" SMACK! Jackie felt hotness grow from where her mother slapped her across the face.
"Watch your mouth!"
"Oh yeah mom!," said Jackie stepping off the stairs to face her mother in the eyes, "watch this!" Jackie's mother screamed in terror as Jackie struck up her right hand in a clap of lightning to reveal a crude glove, four razor sharp claw blades clicking in pose like a snake about to kill its prey. Jackie hooked her mother through the stomach and grabbed her rib cage. Jackie's mother let a scream that could pop an ear drum.
"Who's the bitch now mom?!" Jackie's mom stared up in her daughters eyes and went limp as she slid off of the blades onto the carpet. Jackie grabbed her mother's auburn hair and proceeded to drag her out the door and down the street. The body left a trail of blood straight from the house all the way down the street. It was raining now. Thunder shook the ground and lightning lit the way for Jackie. Her hair in tendril like strands draped over her face. Finally she turned into the empty drive way of 1428 Elm Street.
The house was lit up from the inside. The boarded windows now like new, some of the paint was back. Even the grass had changed into a putrid shade of green. The front door creaked opened and Jackie dragged her mother inside, the door closing behind them.
"Hun, please don't make this harder than it already is" Jackie's mother replied. Jackie's face scrunched up in a look of terror and disgust.
"Mom! Think about it! I am a bastard child!" screamed Jackie, tears starting to creep down her pale skinned cheeks. Her brunette hair fell in front of her face as she turned away in anger and frustration from her mother. She looked through the den window out onto Elm Street. A boy rode by on his red tricycle, and a dog darted across their yard, chasing a stray cat.
"Jackie, look, you think this isn't easy for me to tell you after all these years? How do you think I feel having to lie about your father, that he was some drunk who drove off one day and never came back?"
"Yeah well, you know these sperm downers, I could very well be the daughter of a crazed lunatic or beer bellied loser" Jackie remarked sadistically waving her hands in the air.
"Alright stop it, now your just over reacting" Jackie's mom screamed.
"You know what mom; you can go to hell, because that's exactly where I am going to go" Jackie cried, red in the face. Jackie grabbed her wind breaker and stormed out of the house and began to make her way at a fast pace across the front lawn.
"Jackie! Jackie please come back!" her mother called. But the more and more she called, the more and more Jackie ran down Elm Street.
It was a cold October afternoon, the leaves were multi colored, and Halloween decorations littered the houses. Jack-o-lanterns were in every nook and cranny you could imagine. Jackie zipped up her breaker as the breeze began to cool more. Her tears felt like icicles glued to her face. She couldn't believe the lies her mother had told her all these years. How her father just got drunk one night while her mother was pregnant with her and took off, never to be heared from again.
What a crock. Her senior year just starting at Springwood High School and already she had some form of drama in her life. Jackie turned into an empty drive way of an abandoned two story ranch house.
She couldn't go back home. There was no way she could face her mother again after what she pulled just moments ago. Pulling her long brown hair back into a pony tail she looked up into one of the windows of the abandoned house. The windows were all boarded up, the grass had practically dried itself all the way to root, and the numbers by the door were just barely visible.
"1428 Elm Street" Jackie whispered to herself. She had been told of the child murderer that used to live her roughly twenty-five years ago. She couldn't remember the name of the guy, but he was supposedly supposed to have been killed by some of the parents on this street. Jackie got a cold shiver just thinking how he might have murdered those kids.
She wiped away her tears and made her way up to the front door. Trying to peer in through the small window in the door, she could only make out roughed images because the dust had caked on the inside so bad. She reached for the handle of the door and pulled it back in agony. It was Ice cold, cold enough to make it feel like you had just been burned by ice. She looked around; no one appeared to be watching her.
Stepping down back onto the lawn she thought of a way to sneak in. The windows were boarded up, so those were a no. What about the Basement windows? Heck it was worth a shot. She needed something to take her mind off of her own reality and figured an adventure would cheer her up. Stepping through the gate which led to the side of the house and into the back yard, she looked for an available root into the basement.
The only window that wasn't boarded up was a small porthole which only a small child could fit through. She kicked the house in anger, cussing to herself. Jackie leaned up against the house and tried to think of something else. Looking around the leaf ridden yard, she could see old clothes line cords, sagging through the yard, some of the old clothes pins still hanging there.
She tracked her gaze all the way to the basement door. However this was chained as she realized when she brushed all of the leaves aside. But, thankfully, she noticed the right door had hinge pins in stead of bolts. "Uh ha! Gotchya now!" she said aloud. Pulling the rusted pins out and placing them on the other door, she slowly lifted the steel door and rested it on top of its mate. A thick sheet of cobwebs lined the cement walls. Cautiously walking down the wooden stairs she came into complete darkness. Flick! Jackie flared her lighter to see what her surroundings were.
She spotted an old cobwebbed candle on a mantle piece in the corner. Snatching this she slowly made her way to the back of the basement, reaching the stairs. SLAM! Jackie dropped the candle and turned around to see the cellar door back in its place. She raced over to it, and tried with all her might to open it. It was jammed shut.
"What the hell?! How is this?" Jackie shrieked. Her heart started to race, stricken with panic and fear. She turned around realizing her candle had gone out. She reached into her pocket, gasping for air. She felt nothing. She reached into her coat pocket and again felt nothing. She was enveloped in darkness, except for the few streaks of light coming from the boarded up windows. She slowly started to walk towards what she though was the basement stars and got the end of the railing in her stomach.
Holding back her pain, she rubbed the now bruised area and started to ascend the stairs. At the top, thankfully, the basement door was unlocked. Stepping into the hallway, she looked both ways, almost expecting something to jump out at her. Walking into the foyer, she could see the wallpaper had pretty much rolled off and had made small crumble up dust paper bunnies on the floor. Jackie leaned over the banister and peered up the stairs. Very little light was visible. "What the hell? Did they like just give up on trying to sell this shit hole or what?" Jackie alleged aloud climbing the stair case. She slowly made her way up, being sure as to not get jumped by some crazy old bum who might be living here. Just as she had almost reached the top of the stairs, her foot stepped onto a rotted floor board and sunk into the staircase clean up to her mid thigh. "Jesus Christ! Why don't you just kill me already?!" Jackie screamed even more than ever pissed off.
"Why didn't you say so?!" called a deep demonic voice. Jackie shrieked and listened. Her heartbeat rang in her ears; she could feel her veins pumping in her slender body. All she could hear was her heavy breathing. Quickly she tried to pull her leg up through the floor. After a minute or so she finally was standing up and on the second landing. Her right shoe now down in the basement, she had to stagger through the hallway. As she came to the last door on the left, she reached out for the handle and hesitated for a moment.
"God get a grip on it Jackie, don't be such a chicken" Jackie scolded herself. She took hold of the old knob, twisted it to the right and swung open the door. All that was inside was a floor covered in dead leaves, and a box spring and mattress in the corner. Jackie walked over to look at it. A faded flower pattern was embodied into the fabric and there was cotton hairs sticking through the mattress. She reached out to touch it just as the door behind her slammed shut.
"What the hell?" Jackie screamed arrogantly. Suddenly the house started to shake and the ceiling started to rain plaster everywhere, creating a white plaster winter in the room. Jackie's eyes swiftly widened in terror. She tried to stand up but the commotion drove her to fall to the floor. The sounds of steel against steel rang abruptly through the air. Jackie screamed in fright as she looked at the mattress. Four blades shot up through the cloth of the mattress and slashed horrifically through the middle.
Again Jackie scream as a figure in a red and green sweater and a worn out fedora hat rose up from the bowls of the bed. The figures head drooped, hiding their face. But a deep cackling echoed against the walls as Jackie screamed more and more. Finally, when the earth quaking ceased to a halt, the figure spoke.
"What's the matter Jackie, a bit lost?!"
"Who the fuck are you?" Jackie demanded in horror. The figure lifted his head and Jackie screamed in more fits of fear and terror. The figure's face was horrific. It was a man; his face looked like he had been burned to death and what remaining flesh he had left was stretched across his face. His teeth rotted to the core, black cavities sunk into his cheeks like deep wells.
"Wow, someone who's never heared of me. What's wrong Jackie, you forget the name of the boogey man?!" he cackled. Jackie's mind shot back to her years back in elementary school, second grade. The old jump rope song her and her little friends used to sing.
"Fred Krueger" Jackie whimpered. Freddy opened his arms out like he was a king, a king of Hell.
"The one and only babe" he grinned menacingly. He stood there on top of the bed, glaring down at her through his sunken eye holes, feeding off every ounce of Jackie's fear.
"What do you want from me" Jackie cried. All she could think of was he was going to sink those claw knives of his into her chest. Freddy twitched his crude glove of copper and blades. Freddy let out a low chuckle from beneath a death defying grin and warped right up to her face and pinned her to the floor. Jackie screamed in fright.
"Oh now Jackie, is that any way to talk to a fellow bastard?" Freddy asked sadistically. Jackie screamed out in terror only to be slammed onto the floor again with a slap to the face. Jackie looked up into his rotted face. She could feel his black aura, blacker than ebony it was. Jackie had to turn her face away in disgust. Smelling his corpsed flesh was enough to cure any hang over. Freddy grabbed her face with his claw hand and turned it back to his. Jackie let out a gasp of fright.
"Now, you have two choices piggy. And listen up, take notes if ya' gotta' "Freddy whispered in her ear. Jackie was shaking in die hard agony. "You listening?" Jackie shook her head, tears beginning to gush. "Good"
Suddenly Jackie found herself sitting at a bar. Cigarette smoke created a thin vapor in the room. She looked around her, realizing everything including her was black and white. She turned to her right and shrieked and saw Freddy sitting there, smoking a cigarette. He was dressed in a mafia outfit, sunglasses, and that moth eaten fedora hat as well.
"What do you want from me? Please just let me go, I'll do anything!" Jackie begged.
"Oh now sweet thang' don't fret see, we gots business to do here see" Freddy said blowing ring circles.
"What do you mean business?" Jackie asked confused. Freddy puffed his cigarette and turned his face towards Jackie. Blowing it out he put out the cigarette and removed his hat.
"Alright, look here kiddo, we got special work to do. You're the last Elm Street kid see. Now, what we're gonna do is-"
"Wait what? What are you talking about? I'm not the last Elm Street Kid. There's other kids and teenagers there too" Jackie informed him.
"Yeah, but you're the last of the assholes who murdered me" Freddy cursed.
"I don't follow" Jackie said starting to shake in terror again. Freddy sighed.
Freddy clasped his hands together and the set changed into a classroom. Jackie looked around her and screamed. Dead children and teenagers sat in the classroom with her. Some of them were decapitated, some naked, some were hung from the ceiling instead of propped into a seat. Freddy slammed a pointer against the chalkboard.
"Ok class we have a new student today! Now Jackie at any point you get confused raise your hand" Freddy exclaimed.
"Let me go you fucker!" Jackie swore. Freddy popped up in her face and grabbed her with his left hand around her throat, and held the tip of one of his claws just an inch from her eye.
"Listen bitch, either shut up and listen, or you can meet the principle" Freddy threatened.
"Who…who is the principle?" Jackie whispered, shaking more violently than she had in how ever long of a time she already had. Freddy flared his glove and flicked his eyes towards it indicating he was talking about his glove. Jackie shook her head that she understood and Freddy popped back in front of the board.
"Now, where do baby's come from. Anyone? Anyone at all? Oh come on now, we covered this last week. Christ do I gotta repeat myself?," Jackie watched in horror, "Now, when the bitch and the bastard have a lil shit of their own, how does it work?" Freddy impersonated a twisted version of Chris Rock teaching a class.
Jackie started to realize something was wrong. She had this deathly feeling he was gonna say something she didn't want to be true. Freddy looked at Jackie, her icy blue eyes were drenched with stressed blood vessels, and her cheeks were rosy red. He sensed she knew what he was getting at.
"That's right Jackie; your daddy was one of those bastards who killed me. Who would have thought he would be responsible for making a bastard child of his own. But hey, at least on Fathers day you only gotta send one card, I got a hundred!" Freddy laughed unpromisingly.
Jackie screamed in terror, as she found herself back in the Elm Street House, tied down to the mattress that Freddy made his grand entrance in. Standing above her, Freddy knelt down and whispered in her ear.
"Now you're gonna help me out" He commanded.
"What are you saying?" Jackie asked. Jackie screamed as Freddy struck his right arm up in the air, posed like a venomous serpent, ready to strike. Jackie closed her eyes and opened them to find she had been sleeping on the stoop of the house. It was dusk now. Her heart was racing, as she snapped up into a sitting position. Looking around her, she realized she was awake. She staggered to a stand and looked up at the house. The clouds rolled away and the moonlight lit the house up in a dark aura.
Turning to run home, she felt the frost bitten ground under her foot. Looking down, she saw that her shoe was gone. A clap of thunder in the distance made her look back at he house just before running home.
Jackie just made it home in time to close the door before the rain caught her.
"Jackie, where the hell have you been?" Jackie's mom said scolding her from the hallway. Jackie yelped in surprise. "I have been waiting in panic to know where you are. What were you thinking about taking off like that?"
"Mom, just don't, not right now. I'm just really tired and want to go to bed" Jackie mumbled. About to go up stairs Jackie's mother grabbed her firmly by the arm.
"Oh no you don't, we are going to have a serious talk young lady"
"Mom just back off!"
"Don't you dare speak to me that way you little bitch?!"
"What the fuck is your problem mom?" SMACK! Jackie felt hotness grow from where her mother slapped her across the face.
"Watch your mouth!"
"Oh yeah mom!," said Jackie stepping off the stairs to face her mother in the eyes, "watch this!" Jackie's mother screamed in terror as Jackie struck up her right hand in a clap of lightning to reveal a crude glove, four razor sharp claw blades clicking in pose like a snake about to kill its prey. Jackie hooked her mother through the stomach and grabbed her rib cage. Jackie's mother let a scream that could pop an ear drum.
"Who's the bitch now mom?!" Jackie's mom stared up in her daughters eyes and went limp as she slid off of the blades onto the carpet. Jackie grabbed her mother's auburn hair and proceeded to drag her out the door and down the street. The body left a trail of blood straight from the house all the way down the street. It was raining now. Thunder shook the ground and lightning lit the way for Jackie. Her hair in tendril like strands draped over her face. Finally she turned into the empty drive way of 1428 Elm Street.
The house was lit up from the inside. The boarded windows now like new, some of the paint was back. Even the grass had changed into a putrid shade of green. The front door creaked opened and Jackie dragged her mother inside, the door closing behind them.