Fyora entered her small apartment and looked around. It was a far cry from
the elegance of Lori's house on Elm Street, but it was home nonetheless.
She dropped her knapsack on the couch and was greeted by her pet
Rottweiler. She smiled as she patted him on the head, "Hey, Ripper, were
you good while mommy was gone? Of course you were 'cause you're a good
doggy! That's my wonderful, sweet, little boy!" she praised him, scratching
him behind his ears. She never seemed to care that it was a little weird
baby talking to a full-grown male rottie named Ripper...
"And now," she said as she picked up her telephone. "Mommy has to make a few calls." She knew if she actually thought about it, she wasn't talking to her dog at all. She was merely talking to herself, with the dog as an excuse for speaking out loud. She never had a boyfriend, never had any guys in her apartment. She thought Ripper was a perfect companion, and had no need for any man in her life. Often times she thought to herself, "He never argues, he always listens, and he'd risk his life if I was in danger. Yup, he's definitely the perfect guy."
She dialed the phone and waited a few moments for an answer. She plopped down on the couch and petted her dog once again. Another one of her friends, Jill, picked up on the other side. "Hello?" she asked.
"Hey, Jill, it's Fyora."
"Oh, hi, what's up?"
"Nothing much, except I had a really bad dream last night."
"Really? About what?"
"I dreamed someone was trying to kill me."
"Whoa, who was it?"
"I don't really know who he is, but his name's Freddy Krueger."
"Hm, I don't know him..."
"That's because he's been dead for years. Long before we moved here."
"What's this really about? Are you scared or something?"
"Well, kind of..."
"You do realize that it was just a dream, right?"
"I know, but something strange happened last night. It was worse than any other nightmare I've ever had. It seemed so real."
"Yeah, dreams usually do. Are you high?"
"No!" Fyora responded. "It's not like that, I mean, this was really real. I dreamt that I fell down these metal stairs and got all battered, and there were bruises on my body and I was bleeding out of my mouth. I swear, it was so freaky."
Jill seemed to be getting a little annoyed, "It's still a dream, Fye, you're okay now, right? None of our dreams ever came true, and you know it."
"I'm trying to explain, it didn't just seem real, it WAS real! I woke up this morning and there was blood everywhere—"
"Whoa there, too much information!"
"It wasn't that, you sicko! It was blood from wounds in my mouth, and it was all over my shirt. I had all of these bruises on my legs and arms, and listen, I think something really weird is going on. Just do me a favor and call Carey. She'll want to know about this, too. Call and warn anyone you can that there may be a murderer on the loose in Springwood. I'm going to call Shanna and Lauren."
"I think you're freaking out for no reason..."
"Please, Jill, just do it. I just need to make sure that everyone knows so they can stay safe. There's no telling what could happen next..."
"Oh, all right. I'll get Brittany to call her friends too, but hey, you owe me big time."
"Okay, I'll make a mental note of it. Bye, Jill."
"Take care, Fye, and try not to worry, okay?"
"K, see you later." Fyora hung up the phone and called Shanna.
In a span of the next few days, a phone tree began that sprung all across the town. Friends were calling their friends, warning them about a Freddy Krueger. Some people knew who he was, others had no clue, but one thing was for sure. One madman got exactly what he wanted. Terror began to spread from teenagers to adults, and soon to little children. People began safeguarding their homes. Everyone was suspicious, and it seemed there was no sense of humor anymore. It was all seriousness and everywhere you went, signs of fear were imminent.
It wasn't until later in the week when the message finally reached a certain house on Elm Street.
Fyora was busily putting dishes in the dishwasher when her phone rang. She wiped off her hands and answered it. "Hello?" she asked.
"Fyora, it's Lori," and it was. "Come to my house immediately," she said.
"Why?" Fyora asked. "What's up?"
"We need to talk..."
So now we come to a familiar place yet again. Fyora, sitting on Lori's couch, a bottle of rum in one hand, was simply staring across the room at Lori. Her knapsack was full of odds and ends upstairs, and she was ready to spend another Saturday night at her best friend's house. Lori sat on an easy chair, simply staring back at Fyora. They sat perfectly still, in silence.
"Fine, whatever you say," Lori said slowly.
Fyora flew up off the couch and pointed and angry finger at Lori. "This is bullshit!" she yelled. "Where the hell do you get off telling me what I'm supposed to believe? You weren't there, Lori, you don't know what I saw!"
"I've been there, I remember exactly how I felt..." Lori said in the same monotone voice. "You have no right to be angry at me, I'm only trying to protect you, dear."
"Protect me from what?" Fyora yelled yet again. She rolled her eyes and paced quickly from one side of the room to the other. "I can't believe this... why—" she began to say, but stopped to think some more.
"All I'm asking you to do is to stay here with me until things settle down, that's all." Lori requested. "Listen, Will and I will get everything sorted out, but until then, I want you to stay here. I'll have Will bring Ripper over and you can both live with me for a few weeks. Won't that be fun?"
"It's not fun when you're forced to live in a prison." But she did amuse herself for a few moments imagining the look on Will's face when her entered her apartment, only to have Ripper bite his balls off.
"It's by no means a prison."
"Confinement comes in many forms, Lori," she aid, turning serious again.
"Please, Fyora, just consider."
Fyora stood there for a few moments, looking at Lori's expressionless face. She then looked past her face, into her mind, to find something even more surprising. Lori was worried about her, yes, but another feeling lingered within her tormented brain... fear. It was very strong, making Fyora wonder if maybe this fear clouded her judgment. She cared a lot about Lori, and after all, they were best friends. She only wanted what was right for her, even if it was keeping her in her own house under 24-hour surveillance.
"I guess it wouldn't be that bad," Fyora said slowly. "All right, I'll stay, but only for you. Just one thing, though. Please keep Will out of the house when I'm awake, you know how we don't get along..."
"It's a deal," Lori smiled and got up off her chair. She went over to Fyora and gave her a big hug. "I swear you won't regret this."
After a few moments, Fyora pulled back. With a soft smile she said, "Now, I'm really tired. It's been a long week, and I really think I should get to bed." The happiness on Lori's face disappeared almost instantly, and a severe look of worry replaced it. "If you want, you can come up watch over me until I fall asleep. I promise nothing bad will happen, but if you insist..."
"Sure," Lori replied. "That's a good idea. I just want to make sure you're safe..."
Some time later, Fyora hopped into bed and turned out the light. Lori sat on a nearby chair, keeping an eye on her every move. It didn't take long, because Fyora fell asleep almost instantly. Lori sat there for a long time, struggling to keeps her eyes open as the minutes passed. She glanced at the clock; it was well past midnight. She felt her eyes getting heavier by the second, and she felt herself dozing off.
"Am I still asleep?" Fyora had the nerve to ask when she found herself standing out on Lori's front lawn. Her bare feet walked across the cool grass before stepping out onto the driveway and walking down to the street. She put her hands on her hips and looked around. It was very dark outside, for none of the lights in any house were on. If it weren't for the dim streetlights offering some sparse illumination, she wouldn't even know where she was.
She began walking down the sidewalk at a normal pace when she stopped as she saw something rustling in the bushes ahead. After a few moments, the movement stopped. Suddenly, she saw a small girl in a white dress appear out of the bushes and walk to the street corner. She stopped and turned around, looking in Fyora's direction. "Do you want to play?" she called in a soft voice, but because there was no other sound around, Fyora heard her clearly.
Fyora smiled, "Sure!" she replied happily.
"Come on then," she little girl said. "Follow me." And she began walking away into the darkness. She disappeared as soon as the streetlight no longer beamed down upon her.
The smile disappeared from Fyora's curious face. "Wait," she called out. "Wait for me!" And she took off after the little girl. Once or twice she heard the echoing of the youngster's voice in her head, "Hurry up," and a chorus of "follow me." Fyora came to the street corner and stopped. She strained her eyes into the darkness, but could see the little girl nowhere. "Where are you?" she called.
"Come closer," said a voice, but it sounded nothing like the little girl's. Instead it was rough, coarse, and deep. Fyora stood as still as a tree, her wide eyes peering into the blackness. She bore no expression on her face. It was almost as if she was hypnotized. She put one foot forward, then slowly the other, and soon was stepping at a steady pace. In she went into the darkness, until all was black around her.
Suddenly, she saw a bright light ahead that nearly blinded her. She shrunk back and covered her eyes from the glowing beam that was colored brilliantly white. Then the light faded and turned a dim red. Uncovered her eyes and looked out. To her horror, she was back in a familiar place, a deadly place, the old abandoned boiler room. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. "Oh g-god!" she stuttered, "I-if I'm back here that means..."
"I'm always here," a voice came from behind her. She whirled around and before she knew what had happened, she felt a crack, and an unbearable pain in her stomach. She looked forward to see him, Freddy Krueger standing there with a smirk on his face.
"You!" Fyora yelled and tried to step forward, but the pain in her stomach grew stronger. She gagged and could barely breathe. She reluctantly looked down. Freddy's right hand was buried in her stomach, and along with it, the four blades. Her eyes grew wide as blood began spurting out of her mouth. She coughed and choked and gently touched her hand to her stomach. She pulled it up, and it was covered with that dreaded crimson liquid. She looked up at Krueger in amazement.
"You have served your purpose now," he said to her, the arrogant smirk never once leaving his face. He roughly pulled out his hand from Fyora's insides, shredding them up even more. Fyora was jerked forward and began losing her balance. She fell to her knees and witnessed the sheer horror of a red river slowly spilling out of her body.
Meanwhile, Lori jumped out of her chair, her eyes widening as she saw Fyora going into convulsions. She tore off her sheets and let out a screech of terror when she saw the amounts of blood jumping out of her body. "FYORA!!" she screamed. She grabbed the phone and called 911.
An ambulance came 10 minutes later and rushed Fyora to the hospital. Amazingly she was still alive as they stuck many IV needles into her arms and bandaged her as best as they could. As she was wheeled in the ER, everyone who was crowding around her applied pressure to prevent as much blood as they could from leaving her body.
In the dank boiler room, Fyora was crying, laying on the floor in a fetal position, watching her vital fluid stream through the grates and leak out onto the floor beneath them. Freddy was standing above her, encircling her like a vulture, waiting for its quarry to die. "It was all too easy," he said aloud, adding insult to injury. "I knew someone would find the book sooner of later, and when they did, hoo boy," he laughed. "I'm just glad it was found by someone so stupid, so naïve, so... cute."
He leaned down and brushed her hair out of her tear-stained face. "Aww," he said. "I almost feel sorry for you." He took the blade on his pointer- finger and traced the wound he had given her during their previous meeting. Then he slashed it open, causing her to yelp in pain. "Almost..."
Back in the ER, the doctor was busily working on repairing the broken tissue in her stomach, but she was hemorrhaging, and constantly being flushed with water. "We're running out of IV's, get me some more, now! Her vitals are dropping... come one people, move it or we're going to lose her!" he yelled, desperately trying to patch her up. Suddenly, her heart stopped...
"And now," Freddy said, leaning close to her face and speaking in a whisper, "It's time to die..." He pulled back and put a blade to her bust. With a yell, he drove the blade deep into her chest, and she fainted.
"No!" the doctor yelled as his desperate attempts at bringing her back to life were impossible. She had died, right then and there, in the emergency room. Lori broke from the grip of the security crew trying to hold her back. She burst through the door and ran up to Fyora. She glanced to her heart monitor, but all she saw was a straight line.
"No..." Lori said in a hushed tone, unable to believe what had just happened. The entire room fell silent, and only the sound of the constant beep of the heart monitor was heard. The medical team that was rushing as fast as they could 10 minutes ago had now stopped completely. The doctor came up to her and put his arm on her shoulder. "She's gone. There was nothing we could do..." Lori collapsed to Fyora's bedside and let out a blood-curdling shriek.
"Sweet dreams, princess," Freddy muttered.
"And now," she said as she picked up her telephone. "Mommy has to make a few calls." She knew if she actually thought about it, she wasn't talking to her dog at all. She was merely talking to herself, with the dog as an excuse for speaking out loud. She never had a boyfriend, never had any guys in her apartment. She thought Ripper was a perfect companion, and had no need for any man in her life. Often times she thought to herself, "He never argues, he always listens, and he'd risk his life if I was in danger. Yup, he's definitely the perfect guy."
She dialed the phone and waited a few moments for an answer. She plopped down on the couch and petted her dog once again. Another one of her friends, Jill, picked up on the other side. "Hello?" she asked.
"Hey, Jill, it's Fyora."
"Oh, hi, what's up?"
"Nothing much, except I had a really bad dream last night."
"Really? About what?"
"I dreamed someone was trying to kill me."
"Whoa, who was it?"
"I don't really know who he is, but his name's Freddy Krueger."
"Hm, I don't know him..."
"That's because he's been dead for years. Long before we moved here."
"What's this really about? Are you scared or something?"
"Well, kind of..."
"You do realize that it was just a dream, right?"
"I know, but something strange happened last night. It was worse than any other nightmare I've ever had. It seemed so real."
"Yeah, dreams usually do. Are you high?"
"No!" Fyora responded. "It's not like that, I mean, this was really real. I dreamt that I fell down these metal stairs and got all battered, and there were bruises on my body and I was bleeding out of my mouth. I swear, it was so freaky."
Jill seemed to be getting a little annoyed, "It's still a dream, Fye, you're okay now, right? None of our dreams ever came true, and you know it."
"I'm trying to explain, it didn't just seem real, it WAS real! I woke up this morning and there was blood everywhere—"
"Whoa there, too much information!"
"It wasn't that, you sicko! It was blood from wounds in my mouth, and it was all over my shirt. I had all of these bruises on my legs and arms, and listen, I think something really weird is going on. Just do me a favor and call Carey. She'll want to know about this, too. Call and warn anyone you can that there may be a murderer on the loose in Springwood. I'm going to call Shanna and Lauren."
"I think you're freaking out for no reason..."
"Please, Jill, just do it. I just need to make sure that everyone knows so they can stay safe. There's no telling what could happen next..."
"Oh, all right. I'll get Brittany to call her friends too, but hey, you owe me big time."
"Okay, I'll make a mental note of it. Bye, Jill."
"Take care, Fye, and try not to worry, okay?"
"K, see you later." Fyora hung up the phone and called Shanna.
In a span of the next few days, a phone tree began that sprung all across the town. Friends were calling their friends, warning them about a Freddy Krueger. Some people knew who he was, others had no clue, but one thing was for sure. One madman got exactly what he wanted. Terror began to spread from teenagers to adults, and soon to little children. People began safeguarding their homes. Everyone was suspicious, and it seemed there was no sense of humor anymore. It was all seriousness and everywhere you went, signs of fear were imminent.
It wasn't until later in the week when the message finally reached a certain house on Elm Street.
Fyora was busily putting dishes in the dishwasher when her phone rang. She wiped off her hands and answered it. "Hello?" she asked.
"Fyora, it's Lori," and it was. "Come to my house immediately," she said.
"Why?" Fyora asked. "What's up?"
"We need to talk..."
So now we come to a familiar place yet again. Fyora, sitting on Lori's couch, a bottle of rum in one hand, was simply staring across the room at Lori. Her knapsack was full of odds and ends upstairs, and she was ready to spend another Saturday night at her best friend's house. Lori sat on an easy chair, simply staring back at Fyora. They sat perfectly still, in silence.
"Fine, whatever you say," Lori said slowly.
Fyora flew up off the couch and pointed and angry finger at Lori. "This is bullshit!" she yelled. "Where the hell do you get off telling me what I'm supposed to believe? You weren't there, Lori, you don't know what I saw!"
"I've been there, I remember exactly how I felt..." Lori said in the same monotone voice. "You have no right to be angry at me, I'm only trying to protect you, dear."
"Protect me from what?" Fyora yelled yet again. She rolled her eyes and paced quickly from one side of the room to the other. "I can't believe this... why—" she began to say, but stopped to think some more.
"All I'm asking you to do is to stay here with me until things settle down, that's all." Lori requested. "Listen, Will and I will get everything sorted out, but until then, I want you to stay here. I'll have Will bring Ripper over and you can both live with me for a few weeks. Won't that be fun?"
"It's not fun when you're forced to live in a prison." But she did amuse herself for a few moments imagining the look on Will's face when her entered her apartment, only to have Ripper bite his balls off.
"It's by no means a prison."
"Confinement comes in many forms, Lori," she aid, turning serious again.
"Please, Fyora, just consider."
Fyora stood there for a few moments, looking at Lori's expressionless face. She then looked past her face, into her mind, to find something even more surprising. Lori was worried about her, yes, but another feeling lingered within her tormented brain... fear. It was very strong, making Fyora wonder if maybe this fear clouded her judgment. She cared a lot about Lori, and after all, they were best friends. She only wanted what was right for her, even if it was keeping her in her own house under 24-hour surveillance.
"I guess it wouldn't be that bad," Fyora said slowly. "All right, I'll stay, but only for you. Just one thing, though. Please keep Will out of the house when I'm awake, you know how we don't get along..."
"It's a deal," Lori smiled and got up off her chair. She went over to Fyora and gave her a big hug. "I swear you won't regret this."
After a few moments, Fyora pulled back. With a soft smile she said, "Now, I'm really tired. It's been a long week, and I really think I should get to bed." The happiness on Lori's face disappeared almost instantly, and a severe look of worry replaced it. "If you want, you can come up watch over me until I fall asleep. I promise nothing bad will happen, but if you insist..."
"Sure," Lori replied. "That's a good idea. I just want to make sure you're safe..."
Some time later, Fyora hopped into bed and turned out the light. Lori sat on a nearby chair, keeping an eye on her every move. It didn't take long, because Fyora fell asleep almost instantly. Lori sat there for a long time, struggling to keeps her eyes open as the minutes passed. She glanced at the clock; it was well past midnight. She felt her eyes getting heavier by the second, and she felt herself dozing off.
"Am I still asleep?" Fyora had the nerve to ask when she found herself standing out on Lori's front lawn. Her bare feet walked across the cool grass before stepping out onto the driveway and walking down to the street. She put her hands on her hips and looked around. It was very dark outside, for none of the lights in any house were on. If it weren't for the dim streetlights offering some sparse illumination, she wouldn't even know where she was.
She began walking down the sidewalk at a normal pace when she stopped as she saw something rustling in the bushes ahead. After a few moments, the movement stopped. Suddenly, she saw a small girl in a white dress appear out of the bushes and walk to the street corner. She stopped and turned around, looking in Fyora's direction. "Do you want to play?" she called in a soft voice, but because there was no other sound around, Fyora heard her clearly.
Fyora smiled, "Sure!" she replied happily.
"Come on then," she little girl said. "Follow me." And she began walking away into the darkness. She disappeared as soon as the streetlight no longer beamed down upon her.
The smile disappeared from Fyora's curious face. "Wait," she called out. "Wait for me!" And she took off after the little girl. Once or twice she heard the echoing of the youngster's voice in her head, "Hurry up," and a chorus of "follow me." Fyora came to the street corner and stopped. She strained her eyes into the darkness, but could see the little girl nowhere. "Where are you?" she called.
"Come closer," said a voice, but it sounded nothing like the little girl's. Instead it was rough, coarse, and deep. Fyora stood as still as a tree, her wide eyes peering into the blackness. She bore no expression on her face. It was almost as if she was hypnotized. She put one foot forward, then slowly the other, and soon was stepping at a steady pace. In she went into the darkness, until all was black around her.
Suddenly, she saw a bright light ahead that nearly blinded her. She shrunk back and covered her eyes from the glowing beam that was colored brilliantly white. Then the light faded and turned a dim red. Uncovered her eyes and looked out. To her horror, she was back in a familiar place, a deadly place, the old abandoned boiler room. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. "Oh g-god!" she stuttered, "I-if I'm back here that means..."
"I'm always here," a voice came from behind her. She whirled around and before she knew what had happened, she felt a crack, and an unbearable pain in her stomach. She looked forward to see him, Freddy Krueger standing there with a smirk on his face.
"You!" Fyora yelled and tried to step forward, but the pain in her stomach grew stronger. She gagged and could barely breathe. She reluctantly looked down. Freddy's right hand was buried in her stomach, and along with it, the four blades. Her eyes grew wide as blood began spurting out of her mouth. She coughed and choked and gently touched her hand to her stomach. She pulled it up, and it was covered with that dreaded crimson liquid. She looked up at Krueger in amazement.
"You have served your purpose now," he said to her, the arrogant smirk never once leaving his face. He roughly pulled out his hand from Fyora's insides, shredding them up even more. Fyora was jerked forward and began losing her balance. She fell to her knees and witnessed the sheer horror of a red river slowly spilling out of her body.
Meanwhile, Lori jumped out of her chair, her eyes widening as she saw Fyora going into convulsions. She tore off her sheets and let out a screech of terror when she saw the amounts of blood jumping out of her body. "FYORA!!" she screamed. She grabbed the phone and called 911.
An ambulance came 10 minutes later and rushed Fyora to the hospital. Amazingly she was still alive as they stuck many IV needles into her arms and bandaged her as best as they could. As she was wheeled in the ER, everyone who was crowding around her applied pressure to prevent as much blood as they could from leaving her body.
In the dank boiler room, Fyora was crying, laying on the floor in a fetal position, watching her vital fluid stream through the grates and leak out onto the floor beneath them. Freddy was standing above her, encircling her like a vulture, waiting for its quarry to die. "It was all too easy," he said aloud, adding insult to injury. "I knew someone would find the book sooner of later, and when they did, hoo boy," he laughed. "I'm just glad it was found by someone so stupid, so naïve, so... cute."
He leaned down and brushed her hair out of her tear-stained face. "Aww," he said. "I almost feel sorry for you." He took the blade on his pointer- finger and traced the wound he had given her during their previous meeting. Then he slashed it open, causing her to yelp in pain. "Almost..."
Back in the ER, the doctor was busily working on repairing the broken tissue in her stomach, but she was hemorrhaging, and constantly being flushed with water. "We're running out of IV's, get me some more, now! Her vitals are dropping... come one people, move it or we're going to lose her!" he yelled, desperately trying to patch her up. Suddenly, her heart stopped...
"And now," Freddy said, leaning close to her face and speaking in a whisper, "It's time to die..." He pulled back and put a blade to her bust. With a yell, he drove the blade deep into her chest, and she fainted.
"No!" the doctor yelled as his desperate attempts at bringing her back to life were impossible. She had died, right then and there, in the emergency room. Lori broke from the grip of the security crew trying to hold her back. She burst through the door and ran up to Fyora. She glanced to her heart monitor, but all she saw was a straight line.
"No..." Lori said in a hushed tone, unable to believe what had just happened. The entire room fell silent, and only the sound of the constant beep of the heart monitor was heard. The medical team that was rushing as fast as they could 10 minutes ago had now stopped completely. The doctor came up to her and put his arm on her shoulder. "She's gone. There was nothing we could do..." Lori collapsed to Fyora's bedside and let out a blood-curdling shriek.
"Sweet dreams, princess," Freddy muttered.