Fyora was in her pajama shirt and comfy silk boxers when she hopped into
bed and pulled the covers on top of her. She situated herself before
taking one last, long look at the tattered book in her hands. "Maybe
Lori's right," she admitted reluctantly. "Maybe this is all a work of
fiction never to be given life..." She set the book down and turned out the
light. She buried herself underneath the soft, down quilt upon the bed.
"But then again," she thought to herself before falling asleep.
In a moment that seemed like only a few minutes (though technically it had been a few hours), Fyora began her REM. She was starting to dream, and she dreamt herself falling down a dark tunnel that seemed to last forever. Down down, farther and farther she tumbled into the black abyss. She ended up landing on her feet in a dark room, and it was almost as if she hadn't taken a plummet at all.
She turned on the dim fluorescent light on the ceiling and looked around. All that was in the room was a bed, a chair, and a nightstand. The room was completely white, everything from the walls to the sheets were bright bleached white. She slowly walked over to the window made of tempered glass and looked out. Wherever she was, she was on the sixth floor of some building. She left the room, curious to find out where she was.
She started down the hall and noticed many other rooms, completely identical to the one she had just been in. And of course, the white. Her bare feet stepped across the cold, hard tile floor until she came to a carpeted area at the end of the hall. She walked into an elevator and pushed the button for the first floor.
As soon as the elevator doors shut, they opened again as if this was the fastest elevator in history. She stepped out to find more rooms of the same white simplicity. For the first time, a thought came to her, "Where am I?" She continued down the hall until she came to a room that was different from the others. It was more like an office with large file cabinets, papers and books strewn about, and a big desk in the corner. But, as always, it was completely white.
She walked out and saw a set of glass double-doors at the end of the hall. "The way out?" she presumed as the saw street lights shining and cars parked just outside. "It's the middle of the night, and still I see cars," she thought. "How odd. Obviously, I must be in a place where you're never allowed to leave." She picked up the pace and jogged to the doors. She pulled the handles, but they were locked.
Then a different color caught her eye and she turned around. Where the hall had been, disappearing into the darkness was a wall that made an abrupt stop. On the wall, which was still white was an ugly brown door with a red light coming from underneath it. Fyora hadn't been able to explain anything else she had seen, so she thought it a good idea to go through that troublesome-looking door. As she creaked it open, a sudden blast of warm air rushed past her and she began down the long staircase of metal steps.
When she finally reached the bottom, she walked on until she came to another solid brick wall. This room was anything but white. "The is nonsense," she thought. "I'm walking with no idea where I am." Then she tried to figure out where she was. It looked like an old boiler room, for steam was being produced and the dark lights were still on. But and even more curious thought roamed her mind, "The engine's on, but nobody's steering the wheel..."
A sudden burst of steam made her jump until he came to her final conclusion, "This place is really giving me the creeps, I'm outta here..." Just then, a high-pitched noise sounded from behind her. She turned around, her face now beginning to sweat, so see what had made that horrible sound. But there was nothing there.
She swallowed a lump in her throat and quietly began walking back in the direction she came from. Then, a fearful feeling came upon her, the room as to huge, she couldn't figure out where she came from. Suddenly, there came another screech of metal-on-metal and she whirled around again. This time, the sound came from up high, and her attention was focused on the catwalk encircling one of the boilers.
She began to shake with a fear of the unknown, and decided not to take any more chances. She began to walk backwards, making sure her eyes were fixated on the direction of the sound. Slowly she backed up until she came to a stop. There she waited and listened. There was no sound. The sighed in relief and turned around.
She let out a deafening scream when she found herself face-to-face with a monster. She didn't take much time to analyze him, but backed up quickly and began to run. She speeded through the maze of halls and corridors, and occasionally looked back to see if he was still on her trail. As she was not watching where she was going, she tripped over a steel pipe and flew over a guardrail. At the last second, she grabbed hold of the floor just before she was sent freefalling down two flights of stairs.
She didn't have enough arm power to pull herself up, so she just dangled there for a while. She was afraid of how much it would hurt if she let go, but also terrified of the man that had confronted her only moments ago. She tried to heave herself up, but to no avail. The racket she was making was only deadened by the loud footsteps she was hearing. They were getting louder as they neared her.
She was silent as she saw a shadowy figure appear out of the steam. There he was, the same man she had seen earlier that had tried to drown her in the tub. He had severely burned skin on his face surrounding two bloodshot eyes. A dirty red and green sweater covered his upper half and he had an ingenious little device on his right hand. It was an old, tattered, brown glove with four long, sharp blades protruding from the fingers. He was the most fearsome sight she had ever seen, and he was coming closer, all the while scraping those irritating blades along the guardrail.
Her breathing became very shallow and her eyes grew wide as he stopped right above her and kneeled down. A sadistic smile came across his face as he stared at Fyora's terrified eyes. "Well well," he said. "What have we here? No doubt another brain-dead teenager that beckons me to end their miserable life once again."
Fyora hung on to the floor as best she cloud, but felt herself slipping. She desperately tried to keep herself up. She looked at the man and tried to look into his mind, but to her great surprise, she couldn't. "Here," the man said as he watched the poor girl. "Let me give you a... HAND!!" He yelled as he took his right hand and dug the claws deep into her own hands. She screamed and let go of the floor. She landed on the top step with a thud and rolled down the stairs, each time her body hit, a loud clang would sound. She tumbled down about two dozen steps before she ended up at the bottom.
She was barely conscious as her body was bruised all over and blood was trickling out of the corner of her mouth. "Watch that first step!" the man called out to her. "It's a doozy!" He let out a cynical laugh and jumped off the catwalk, he landed next to her on his feet. All she could do was lay on the floor, unable to get to her feet. She let out a painful groan and rolled onto her side. He leaned down and grabbed the collar of her shirt. He lifted her up to a sitting position before slashing her face directly between her eye and her nose. She awoke with a start now that she was at the mercy of a ruthless dream demon. Her eyes grew wide and she began to whimper.
"So," he began, and all she could do was listen. "You're the one who found my book."
Fyora did the best she could to speak, for blood was flooding her throat. "You..." she moaned. "You're... the Springwood Slasher?"
"In the flesh," he said, "Well, sort of," he let out a short laugh. "But you can call me what everyone else calls me."
"Freddy?" she said.
"Ooh, I love it coming from you," he moaned and looked into her fearful eyes. "Say it again, say my name again, bitch." He leaned in quickly and planted his lips upon her own and gave her a kiss. She was thrashing about, trying to scream, but it was a bit difficult with his tongue in her mouth. When he leaned back again, his mouth was full of her own blood.
Tears flowed freely from Fyora's tired eyes. "Go ahead then," she whimpered. "Do what you're going to do. Just get it over with." There was no answer. Fyora leaned up and slanted her eyes. She said in a deep voice, "Kill me, you motherfucker." She fainted and fell back on the floor.
Freddy let go of her shirt and stood up. He was so tempted to kill her right then and there, but his conscience stopped him. "No," he said, "Not just yet. I swore that whoever found the book would be the one to disperse the fear." He looked down at her lifeless body. "And who better to spread my plague than a naïve little girl..."
In the hours that seemed like an eternity, Fyora no longer dreamed. The next morning, while it was still dark outside, she woke up and rubbed her eyes. "What a horrible nightmare," she said to herself. "Thank god that's all it was..." But she took back her words when she saw her t-shirt stained with blood. She gasped as she saw all of the little bruises on her legs and arms. She licked her hand and saw that her mouth was still dripping the crimson liquid. She let out a blood-curdling scream.
Lori and Will climbed up the stairs and went to Fyora's room. Lori knocked loudly on the door "Fyora? FYORA!! Are you all right?" she yelled.
"Lori, help me!" she screamed.
Lori tried the doorknob, but it was locked. "Will!" she said, and her boyfriend took over. She slammed his body against the door and tried to break it down. "Hold on, we're coming in to get you!" Lori called out to her. "Hurry up!" she rushed him and began pounding on the door. Seconds later, with a mighty shove, the door burst open. Lori rushed over to Fyora, who sitting up in bed, freaking out over all the blood.
"What happened?" Will demanded.
"It was him, Lori, I saw him! He was in my dream and he tried to kill me!" Fyora shrieked.
"Calm down," Lori reassured her. "It was just a dream, who did you see?"
"Freddy Krueger..." Fyora said calmly. "He's going to get me, Lori. It's all my fault... I shouldn't have gotten mixed up with him, I'm sorry." She began to cry. "I'm scared, Lori, I know I'm going to die!" She leaned her face on Lori's shoulder and cried. Lori put her arms around her and hushed her.
"It's going to be all right. You're safe now, we just need to get you cleaned up," Lori looked up at Will. "Go get my first-aid kit out of the bathroom."
"Wait," he questioned, "Shouldn't we call the hospital and get her an ambulance? Her injuries could be more serious than we can see."
"Will," Lori said in a severe tone and looked him dead in the eyes. She shook her head "no" in a distinct manner that was only know by him. He suddenly remembered why. Lori doesn't want the fear to spread. If the hospital knew who did this, it would only be a matter of time before the entire town knew what was going on. Will and Lori were the only ones who knew what gave him his power, and they were the only ones who were not afraid of him. Lori's only concern now was keeping her friends safe from that monster. Will left the room to get the kit.
Later that day when Fyora was feeling better, she got dressed, left her room and went downstairs. She found Lori and Will just sitting there. They looked like they had been talking about something important before she came down, for now they were just staring at her. "What's wrong?" Fyora asked them.
"Nothing," Lori lied and Fyora knew it. "Nothing's wrong. Will and I were just talking about your unusual dreaming. We think that you need to get to sleep earlier and stop drinking from that bottle that you always carry around."
"I'm sorry if I can't sleep, and my rum calms me," Fyora explained. "And it wasn't that, that had nothing to do with my dream. It was all him, Lori, it was all Krueger's fault."
"I don't want to hear you talk like that." Lori said, "Listen to me, Krueger was an evil man, we all agree on that. But he can't harm us anymore. We've already been through this. He is dead... that's all there is to it."
"There must be more," Fyora countered. "Either you're not telling me something, or you're just fooling yourselves. I know what I saw, and I'll be damned if I'm going to let you or your tight-ass boyfriend tell me otherwise." She grabbed her knapsack and headed towards the door. "You can't keep something like this a secret for long," she added briefly before leaving.
"But then again," she thought to herself before falling asleep.
In a moment that seemed like only a few minutes (though technically it had been a few hours), Fyora began her REM. She was starting to dream, and she dreamt herself falling down a dark tunnel that seemed to last forever. Down down, farther and farther she tumbled into the black abyss. She ended up landing on her feet in a dark room, and it was almost as if she hadn't taken a plummet at all.
She turned on the dim fluorescent light on the ceiling and looked around. All that was in the room was a bed, a chair, and a nightstand. The room was completely white, everything from the walls to the sheets were bright bleached white. She slowly walked over to the window made of tempered glass and looked out. Wherever she was, she was on the sixth floor of some building. She left the room, curious to find out where she was.
She started down the hall and noticed many other rooms, completely identical to the one she had just been in. And of course, the white. Her bare feet stepped across the cold, hard tile floor until she came to a carpeted area at the end of the hall. She walked into an elevator and pushed the button for the first floor.
As soon as the elevator doors shut, they opened again as if this was the fastest elevator in history. She stepped out to find more rooms of the same white simplicity. For the first time, a thought came to her, "Where am I?" She continued down the hall until she came to a room that was different from the others. It was more like an office with large file cabinets, papers and books strewn about, and a big desk in the corner. But, as always, it was completely white.
She walked out and saw a set of glass double-doors at the end of the hall. "The way out?" she presumed as the saw street lights shining and cars parked just outside. "It's the middle of the night, and still I see cars," she thought. "How odd. Obviously, I must be in a place where you're never allowed to leave." She picked up the pace and jogged to the doors. She pulled the handles, but they were locked.
Then a different color caught her eye and she turned around. Where the hall had been, disappearing into the darkness was a wall that made an abrupt stop. On the wall, which was still white was an ugly brown door with a red light coming from underneath it. Fyora hadn't been able to explain anything else she had seen, so she thought it a good idea to go through that troublesome-looking door. As she creaked it open, a sudden blast of warm air rushed past her and she began down the long staircase of metal steps.
When she finally reached the bottom, she walked on until she came to another solid brick wall. This room was anything but white. "The is nonsense," she thought. "I'm walking with no idea where I am." Then she tried to figure out where she was. It looked like an old boiler room, for steam was being produced and the dark lights were still on. But and even more curious thought roamed her mind, "The engine's on, but nobody's steering the wheel..."
A sudden burst of steam made her jump until he came to her final conclusion, "This place is really giving me the creeps, I'm outta here..." Just then, a high-pitched noise sounded from behind her. She turned around, her face now beginning to sweat, so see what had made that horrible sound. But there was nothing there.
She swallowed a lump in her throat and quietly began walking back in the direction she came from. Then, a fearful feeling came upon her, the room as to huge, she couldn't figure out where she came from. Suddenly, there came another screech of metal-on-metal and she whirled around again. This time, the sound came from up high, and her attention was focused on the catwalk encircling one of the boilers.
She began to shake with a fear of the unknown, and decided not to take any more chances. She began to walk backwards, making sure her eyes were fixated on the direction of the sound. Slowly she backed up until she came to a stop. There she waited and listened. There was no sound. The sighed in relief and turned around.
She let out a deafening scream when she found herself face-to-face with a monster. She didn't take much time to analyze him, but backed up quickly and began to run. She speeded through the maze of halls and corridors, and occasionally looked back to see if he was still on her trail. As she was not watching where she was going, she tripped over a steel pipe and flew over a guardrail. At the last second, she grabbed hold of the floor just before she was sent freefalling down two flights of stairs.
She didn't have enough arm power to pull herself up, so she just dangled there for a while. She was afraid of how much it would hurt if she let go, but also terrified of the man that had confronted her only moments ago. She tried to heave herself up, but to no avail. The racket she was making was only deadened by the loud footsteps she was hearing. They were getting louder as they neared her.
She was silent as she saw a shadowy figure appear out of the steam. There he was, the same man she had seen earlier that had tried to drown her in the tub. He had severely burned skin on his face surrounding two bloodshot eyes. A dirty red and green sweater covered his upper half and he had an ingenious little device on his right hand. It was an old, tattered, brown glove with four long, sharp blades protruding from the fingers. He was the most fearsome sight she had ever seen, and he was coming closer, all the while scraping those irritating blades along the guardrail.
Her breathing became very shallow and her eyes grew wide as he stopped right above her and kneeled down. A sadistic smile came across his face as he stared at Fyora's terrified eyes. "Well well," he said. "What have we here? No doubt another brain-dead teenager that beckons me to end their miserable life once again."
Fyora hung on to the floor as best she cloud, but felt herself slipping. She desperately tried to keep herself up. She looked at the man and tried to look into his mind, but to her great surprise, she couldn't. "Here," the man said as he watched the poor girl. "Let me give you a... HAND!!" He yelled as he took his right hand and dug the claws deep into her own hands. She screamed and let go of the floor. She landed on the top step with a thud and rolled down the stairs, each time her body hit, a loud clang would sound. She tumbled down about two dozen steps before she ended up at the bottom.
She was barely conscious as her body was bruised all over and blood was trickling out of the corner of her mouth. "Watch that first step!" the man called out to her. "It's a doozy!" He let out a cynical laugh and jumped off the catwalk, he landed next to her on his feet. All she could do was lay on the floor, unable to get to her feet. She let out a painful groan and rolled onto her side. He leaned down and grabbed the collar of her shirt. He lifted her up to a sitting position before slashing her face directly between her eye and her nose. She awoke with a start now that she was at the mercy of a ruthless dream demon. Her eyes grew wide and she began to whimper.
"So," he began, and all she could do was listen. "You're the one who found my book."
Fyora did the best she could to speak, for blood was flooding her throat. "You..." she moaned. "You're... the Springwood Slasher?"
"In the flesh," he said, "Well, sort of," he let out a short laugh. "But you can call me what everyone else calls me."
"Freddy?" she said.
"Ooh, I love it coming from you," he moaned and looked into her fearful eyes. "Say it again, say my name again, bitch." He leaned in quickly and planted his lips upon her own and gave her a kiss. She was thrashing about, trying to scream, but it was a bit difficult with his tongue in her mouth. When he leaned back again, his mouth was full of her own blood.
Tears flowed freely from Fyora's tired eyes. "Go ahead then," she whimpered. "Do what you're going to do. Just get it over with." There was no answer. Fyora leaned up and slanted her eyes. She said in a deep voice, "Kill me, you motherfucker." She fainted and fell back on the floor.
Freddy let go of her shirt and stood up. He was so tempted to kill her right then and there, but his conscience stopped him. "No," he said, "Not just yet. I swore that whoever found the book would be the one to disperse the fear." He looked down at her lifeless body. "And who better to spread my plague than a naïve little girl..."
In the hours that seemed like an eternity, Fyora no longer dreamed. The next morning, while it was still dark outside, she woke up and rubbed her eyes. "What a horrible nightmare," she said to herself. "Thank god that's all it was..." But she took back her words when she saw her t-shirt stained with blood. She gasped as she saw all of the little bruises on her legs and arms. She licked her hand and saw that her mouth was still dripping the crimson liquid. She let out a blood-curdling scream.
Lori and Will climbed up the stairs and went to Fyora's room. Lori knocked loudly on the door "Fyora? FYORA!! Are you all right?" she yelled.
"Lori, help me!" she screamed.
Lori tried the doorknob, but it was locked. "Will!" she said, and her boyfriend took over. She slammed his body against the door and tried to break it down. "Hold on, we're coming in to get you!" Lori called out to her. "Hurry up!" she rushed him and began pounding on the door. Seconds later, with a mighty shove, the door burst open. Lori rushed over to Fyora, who sitting up in bed, freaking out over all the blood.
"What happened?" Will demanded.
"It was him, Lori, I saw him! He was in my dream and he tried to kill me!" Fyora shrieked.
"Calm down," Lori reassured her. "It was just a dream, who did you see?"
"Freddy Krueger..." Fyora said calmly. "He's going to get me, Lori. It's all my fault... I shouldn't have gotten mixed up with him, I'm sorry." She began to cry. "I'm scared, Lori, I know I'm going to die!" She leaned her face on Lori's shoulder and cried. Lori put her arms around her and hushed her.
"It's going to be all right. You're safe now, we just need to get you cleaned up," Lori looked up at Will. "Go get my first-aid kit out of the bathroom."
"Wait," he questioned, "Shouldn't we call the hospital and get her an ambulance? Her injuries could be more serious than we can see."
"Will," Lori said in a severe tone and looked him dead in the eyes. She shook her head "no" in a distinct manner that was only know by him. He suddenly remembered why. Lori doesn't want the fear to spread. If the hospital knew who did this, it would only be a matter of time before the entire town knew what was going on. Will and Lori were the only ones who knew what gave him his power, and they were the only ones who were not afraid of him. Lori's only concern now was keeping her friends safe from that monster. Will left the room to get the kit.
Later that day when Fyora was feeling better, she got dressed, left her room and went downstairs. She found Lori and Will just sitting there. They looked like they had been talking about something important before she came down, for now they were just staring at her. "What's wrong?" Fyora asked them.
"Nothing," Lori lied and Fyora knew it. "Nothing's wrong. Will and I were just talking about your unusual dreaming. We think that you need to get to sleep earlier and stop drinking from that bottle that you always carry around."
"I'm sorry if I can't sleep, and my rum calms me," Fyora explained. "And it wasn't that, that had nothing to do with my dream. It was all him, Lori, it was all Krueger's fault."
"I don't want to hear you talk like that." Lori said, "Listen to me, Krueger was an evil man, we all agree on that. But he can't harm us anymore. We've already been through this. He is dead... that's all there is to it."
"There must be more," Fyora countered. "Either you're not telling me something, or you're just fooling yourselves. I know what I saw, and I'll be damned if I'm going to let you or your tight-ass boyfriend tell me otherwise." She grabbed her knapsack and headed towards the door. "You can't keep something like this a secret for long," she added briefly before leaving.