Disclaimers, ratings, name, etc can be found in prologue.

Author's Notes: HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!! God, I love this holiday! Here's your next trick and boy oh boy is it a good one!

More warnings…

WARNING: BAD LANGUAGE

WARNING: GRAPHIC VIOLENCE/GORE

WARNING: DISTURBING IMAGERY

------------------------------

Chapter 22

Lori Campbell blushed as she reached her dorm room, her date Tyler Flynn still laughing softly at the recent joke they shared. Her head tipped to one side, "Well, this is my room."

"Oh," Tyler looked at the door and sighed, "Guess the night is over then."

"Yeah."

"I had a really great time."

Lori felt the smile that had been on her face all night expanding; "I did too."

"Hmm," Tyler murmured and reached a hand out, brushing some hair behind her ear. Lori's blush deepened and she shivered, "I should…"

"Go out with me again."

"What?" Lori whispered.

"Next week. Saturday, maybe? There's a football game on campus…"

"Tyler-"

"Look, Lori, I know about you and Will Rollins."

Her eyes widened, "Who-"

"Paige told me."

Lori snorted and Tyler raised both his hands in defense, "She was just trying to be a friend, Lori."

"She talks too much," she muttered, "It's none of her business really…"

"She's looking out for you, that's all. And it's not like she told me everything - she just mentioned how you guys were pretty strong and then things ended rocky and while I don't claim to understand I want you to know I'm here for you. I'm willing to take things slow, Lori, but…I like you. A lot. And I really want to see you again."

Her blue eyes met with his own matching pair and she sighed, reaching out her own tentative hand to brush at a few of his flaxen strands, "I like you too, Tyler."

Tyler beamed, relief washing over him, "So how about next week. Please? I promise it'll be fun."

A giggle left her, "If it is anything like tonight, I know it will be."

"Is that a 'yes' then?"

She rocked from side to side, her hand dropping, "Yes, it's a date."

"Awesome," Tyler said and stuck his hands in his pockets, "I'll call you."

He turned to leave and Lori bit her lower lip, weigh her options, finally she spoke up, "Tyler?"

He faced her again and she rushed up to him, kissing him fully on the mouth very quickly. When she drew back her lush lips had left red lipstick marks on his mouth but he didn't seem to care, a huge grin on his face. She gave a playful little 'good-bye' and entered her dorm, leaving him to walk out of the building feeling as if he was the luckiest guy on earth.


------------------------------

Lori entered the darkened dorm and fell back against the closed door, a dreamy sound leaving her. She probably shouldn't have kissed Tyler but she had found herself unable to fight off the impulse - he was such a great guy and they had had an amazing evening.

She knew Paige would be pleased to hear this. She wondered where her roommate was as she tossed her purse to one side. Maybe Paige was at Foxglove still? How long was Disher's band playing?

Was Will there? And with that girl as his date? This thought made her scowl as she remembered the creepy little tramp with her freakish drawings. How could Will be interested in someone like that? It certainly did lower her opinion of him.

She realized she had indeed made a good decision when it came to Will as she reached for the light switch. She flicked it on, light flooding the room and screamed as she came face to face with the back of Paige's head.

Paige's head was screwed on backwards - her front forward but her head on all wrong and each of her limbs were broken - flapping obscenely, uselessly. Gurgling sounds left her as there was another loud snap and Paige head returned to its' forward position - but so rapidly it was like unscrewing a cork from a bottle - her head popping off.

Lori's deafening screams continued unbroken as Paige's limbs continue to wiggle in its death throes then collapsed to the carpet - dead. Lori could see slash marks along Paige's skin and recognized them immediately. Terrified, she darted to her bed and reached under her pillows, grabbing the bottle of Hypnocil.

She dived into the bathroom and locked the door behind her, sobbing fervently. Her voice babbling aloud, unrecognizable to her own ears, "Oh god, Freddy…it's Freddy, it's Freddy…he's back…oh god…he's gonna kill me…"

Her whimpering and whining continued as she wrenched the bottle open, desperate to find a pill, to have protection. She got it open to find only one pill left. Another sob left her, if only there was more! But one would do, she dug her finger inside, the pill dashing around in the bottom of the bottle, not eager to be caught.

She continued to struggle, not noticing that behind her the toilet had begun flooding, the lid rising slightly under the dark, dirty water that began to flow out. It leaked onto the floor, creating a huge, dismal puddle. Lori's sobs grew more vehement as her thoughts drifted over Paige, her finger leaving the bottle to instead turn it over, tap the open mouth into her hand.

The pill fell into her palm and she turned to go to the sink when the slippery mess beneath her feet caused her to slide backward. She cried out sharply as she fell, the back of her head striking the edge of the sink roughly.

She lay on the tile floor in the puddle, blood from her head staining the white polished sink and tiles. She moaned, blinking and opened her eyes. She slowly sat up, water soaking through her clothes. She touched the back of her head and hissed feeling the cut there stinging painfully.

She drew her fingers back and saw they were coated in crimson. She grimaced and gingerly rose to her feet. She looked around the bathroom, wondering where her pills had gone when her gaze landed on the mirror. She saw herself in its reflection, then screamed when she saw a little girl stood behind her, long dark hair covering her face, skin a ghastly tone covered in veins.

Lori turned but saw no one standing behind her in the bathroom. Shaking, her eyes warily returned to the mirror's glossy surface. The little girl began to stagger forward, getting closer and closer to Lori who started gasping, sobbing, "Please…please…leave me alone…stay away! STAY AWAY!"

The little girl's hand shot out through the mirror and reached for Lori as she grabbed the closet thing - a hairdryer- and smashed it into the mirror, shattering it into a thousand pieces.

Insane cackles of triumph filled the room, bursting from Lori's lips as she clutched the dryer closer to herself, her whole body shivering all over uncontrollably. She was safe - she was fine, she had defeated whatever evil was coming after her. All she needed now was that pill.

She let the dryer fall from her fingers and clatter to the floor as she looked around from side to side, trying to find the bottle. Broken mirror fragments covered the floor like sparkling stars and she tried to avoid slivers as she lowered herself on to her hands and knees, quaking fingers reaching out tentatively, "Come on, come on…where the fuck is my pill?!"

Her eyes frantically tossed about in vain for some sign when she realized the room had grown awfully hot and someone was standing over her, their breath reaching down to brush the back of her neck. Lori looked down and could see she was sitting in a shadow that tilted upwards on to the wall forming the shape of a lean individual wearing a broad rimmed hat - a fedora.

Tears filled her eyes, one escaping as a pained whisper left her, "Oh no."

She rose slowly, still trembling, and turned to see Freddy.

He held up the plastic bottle, "Looking for this?"

Lori began to shake her head, terrified as Freddy spoke, "Miss me, Lori?"

She didn't answer, instead the corner of her eye caught on a large, shiny chunk of glass. It was just out of reach, if she moved quickly enough…

Freddy moved the bottle smoothly in his finger tips, one razor reaching up to peruse the lines written on the back of the label, "Hmm, take two to three pills every evening before bed to ensure a dreamless sleep, do not exceed 6 tablets in 24 hours, the smallest effective dose should be used…"

Lori's eyes kept darting to the chunk of glass as he clucked his tongue, his head tilting to one side as he shook the bottle in her direction, "Didn't anyone tell you drugs are bad for you, princess? And using these to hide from me…now is that very nice?"

"GO TO HELL!" Lori hissed and moved swiftly, grabbing the shard of glass and aiming for his jugular but Freddy was too fast, his own hand grabbing her wrist sharply and twisting it, making the glass fall to the floor.

She gasped and raised her other arm, prepared to bat at him and free herself but he lunged forward, smacking her into the wall behind them, effectively pinning her one free arm beneath her. A squeal escaped her as she struggle against him, bucking her body but to no avail, his strength overpowering.

"You sent me there all ready, remember?" he scowled in his gritty tone, bringing his face close to hers, stinking breath washing over her, "Now it's payback time!"

Lori whimpered, still trying to fight back, more tears spilling free as Freddy brought the bottle close to her face, "You want these pills?"

He shook them mockingly in her face and she could see that while the bottle had been empty earlier it was now overflowing with the blue pills, some falling out to scatter across the tiles, her mouth fell into an open 'O' of shock.

He gave her the most evil glare, "Be my guest!"

With that he jammed the bottle into her mouth, the pills filling her, falling down her throat. She struggled but he just squeezed her tighter, pushing the bottle further in. The pills kept pouring out in an unending flow. Horrible gurgled sounds of choking left her as he continued to taunt her, "Take your medicine like a good girl…"

Lori felt as if her throat was bulging at the sides, compacted with too many pills. Oxygen seemed to be in short supply and suddenly he released her, allowing her to let her hands go to her throat, wrapping around them as her face began to change color.

"Oh dear, are you choking?" he asked with mock concern, "They go down the wrong pipe? Here, let me help."

The last word was said with extreme relish as he drew back his gloved hand and slashed out, razors meeting with her neck. Deep gashes exploded on her flesh upon impact, blood and pills splattering all over him as well as the floor as her throat was torn open.

Her lifeless body collapsed to the tile, and he looked down at her fondly, "Sweet dreams."