A Different Side of the Nightmare's

~I Do not own any Nightmare on Elm Street's Freddy Krueger nor Friday the 13th's Jason Voorhees. I own every thing else!~

Chapter 2- Class Massacre!

I keep having this weird feeling something bad is here. That dark feeling. I have been watching the news lately and there has been a lot of deaths happening. They were murdered! Something weird about it is they are all teenagers. Real party goers too. I think that bad feeling has something to do with that.

"Carter, what are you still doing up? You have school tomorrow! Go to bed!" Mom said.

"Okay mom!" Sleep, how can anybody sleep when we are dieing. I got in bed and tossed and turned for a while. When I opened my eyes to get comfortable, I knew something was wrong. I wasn't at home. I sat up, looking around the room. It was dark and dusty. Only a little light came through. But it was red and creepy. I noticed something as I walked around, this was my house. But it as like…….a dark version of it. I could hear behind me something scraping across the walls. Kind of like…………….claws. This place is so confusing. Every turn leads to another hall with more ways to go. I think I got lost. But I was lost to start off with. I came to a dead end. After all of the turns I made. When I turned around to go back this man was standing down the hall. Someone was following me. He had his right hand tucked behind him, so it seemed. Then he showed that their was a glove on his hand with four blades on each finger. He extended his arm to that wall and scraped it against it as he walked towered me. He had an evil laugh. I wanted to run but I couldn't. It was like I have no control of my body. Thoughts started to run through my mind, I think they were of him. He pushed me against the wall, looking into my eyes deeply. His skin, It was badly burned and his blades had blood stains on them. Was he going to kill me? It sure felt like it. I'm so scared.

"Hello, Carter. Do you know who I am?" He asked me.

I have no idea who this man is, or was.

"I don't blame you. It's those damn adults! They keep hiding me. But I wont let them!"

Somehow I found the courage to ask him, "Who are you?"

"HA! Who am I? Ask around Carter, ask about the Springwood Slasher!" He told me.

"How do you know my name?" I was scared to find out how he knew me.

"I know all my children! But you aren't my child, anymore. I have more need for you!" He whispered.

I don't understand! Why dose he "need" me? He slowly came face to face with me, and kissed me! Fear ran through my body! Burning my insides. But it was painless.

"Carter! Wake up! Your going to be late!" Mom echoed through the house.

I sat up frightened. Was that real? It was a dream, but it felt so real. I glanced at the clock. It read 7:38 a.m. Crap, school starts in 22 minutes. I hurried to get dress and get to school.

"Class, today we have a quiz! I hope all of you studied!" Ms. Water said.

The whole class groaned. I didn't feel like taking a quiz. I was too tired. Before the test I over herd some kids talking. They said there was another killing. But this one was different. They said he was killed in his sleep. Cut open by four razor sharp claws. Was it that same man from my dream. Boy do I hope not. I don't want to die!

"Okay class you may start as soon as you get the test. It's all multiple choice. Take your time and you should do fine. When you finish just sit and do something quietly or put you head down." She passed out the quiz as she talked.

This can't be that hard. Oh, wow this is petty easy! Look, I'm all done. And even time to spare! I think I will just rest my head. I was lessening to all the pencils on the paper. The sound slowly faded. The something came busting through the wall behind me! I rolled to the middle of the room. I could hear all the kids getting up running to the other side of the room. I don't know what happened before I got up. I herd the teacher scream, then the students. A huge shadow came over me. I herd one kid trying to open the door. But I guess it wouldn't open. I felt blood coming up my throat from getting hit. I leaned over and coughed it up. I looked at the huge man standing over me. He is so tall. A white hockey mask, dirty clothes like he has been dead and in a grave for a long time and he was holding a huge mershdei. I froze in fear. He raised his mershdei in the air. He is going to kill me! I covered my head with my arms when I saw him swing his arm down to hit me. But nothing happened. I looked up at him. He tried again, but stopped before it hit me. It was like he couldn't kill me! I couldn't tell what he was thinking but I could tell he was frustrated. He looked around the class. The kid at the door started to hit and kick the door trying to get it open. The man walked over to the class. I could tell the class was frightened. They couldn't even scream. Then a few other kids ran over to help get the door open. I could see that they were trying their hardest. But nothing could get it open. That's when it got weird. The walls started to bleed. Pouring blood, covering them. A faint evil laugh followed with the blood covered walls. It sounded familiar. Every one backed away from the walls trying not to get to close to the man with man with the mershdei. He walked over to Ray and raised his arm. I couldn't let him kill anyone. So I got up and ran in between them. He put his arm down. He touched my face with his cold, dead hand moving his thumb up and down. I was too scared to move. Then he hit me and killed Ray! I hit the blood covered wall and fell to the ground. The blood had covered the entire room. I jumped up as fast as I could. It even got the attention of that huge guy too. It flowed up and formed a person. It was "him" the guy from my dream! I must be sleeping! I have to be!

"Jason!" He yelled. "Jason Voorhees!"

Jason Voorhees? Hum….Then the man with the glove grabbed me!

"Your mine now!" He yelled.

I tried to get away from him. But when I did, I got four deep cuts across my arm. I screamed and looked up. The guy with the glove and 'Jason' were gone! I looked at my arm and it was bleeding. Both Ray and the teacher where dead. They tried to open the door and it opened! I walked over to Ray.

"Did that really happen?" One kid asked.

"Ray and Ms. Water are dead, what do you think!" Another yelled.

Most of the kids had ran out off the room. Some came back with the principal and other school faculty members. My arm hurt. It was covered in blood. My finger tips were dripping in blood. They called the police. It didn't take them long to get here. I over herd the police talking when the paramedics where cleaning my cuts.

"Who do you think did this?" One officer asked.

"You know! Its Freddy! He has to be back!" The other whispered.

"Damn, don't this fucker ever die?"

One came up to me. I pretended like I didn't hear anything they said.

"Can I ask some questions?" One officer asked.

"Yeah."

"Do you know who did this?" He asked.

"One."

"Are you saying there was more than one person here?" He asked kind of shocked.

"Well, yeah. I don't know who one was, but the other, his name it was…….Jason Voorhees!"

"Can you give me a description?" The cop asked me.

"He had a white mask and a huge mershdei. I didn't see his face."

"You said their was two people, right? Describe the other person." He asked me.

"Well, he looked burned."

"Burned? Have you had any nightmares lately?" The cop asked.

"No. Not really. Why dose that have any thing to do with it? All the kids remember everything! If I was sleeping they wouldn't have remembered it!"

"Ms, you need to clam down!" The paramedic said.

"Lets say I did, what would you say?" Man this guy is pissing me off! Just say it!

"I'm not authorized to tell you that information." He said really snobby.

"All students please wait in the teacher's meeting room for further questioning!" The principal said to my class. "Carter your mother is on her way to come get you. Just stay here."

The class bell rang.

Just stay here? What's going on? Who's Jason? And that guy the cops where talking about, Freddy. I have questions, but I don't think I want to know the answers!

"Carter! Are you okay?" Mom yelled.

"Yeah mom."

"Lets go home, your father is worried sick!"

Yeah, home sounded good, yet I was kind of scared to go home.