This is my first attempt at writing a multi-chaptered story for A Nightmare
on Elm Street. I've written them for my original works, but this is my
first attempt for this, so enjoy :D Let me know if its alright or what. And
also, I sadly do not own Freddy sniff sniff... or any of the other horror
dudey characters in later chapters... lemme know if more is wanted, thank yah
:D
"One, two, Freddy's coming for you
three, four, better lock your door
five, six, grab your crucifix
seven, eight, better stay awake
nine, ten, never sleep again..."
"No!" screamed Elizabeth as she scrambled up the stairs. "Please!" she howled as she tripped on the last step, but refused to stop, instead now crawling along the ground as fast as possible. She felt the carpet burn away at her knees and palms of her hands. She had felt carpet burn before, but this was crazy! She threw herself against a wall, breathing heavily and taking a few quick looks around to make sure she wasn't followed. She then quickly inspected her palms and knees and yelped in horror at the sight of her bloody and blistering skin. She tried desperately in vain to wipe her hands off on her pants, but instead only succeeded in popping blisters and causing fresh new flows of blood and puss to withdraw from the infected areas.
"No...no..." she began babbling in between sobs. "Why me? Please, find someone else, please! There must be at least one other person sleeping! Go to them, please!" She cradled her small frame up in a ball as she wept into her arms, steering clear of letting her tears touch her burns. Her night gown hung off her 14 year old body and her long black hair trailed over her shoulders and into her face.
Silence now gaped from every corner of the room, which left Elizabeth unaware if this was a good thing or bad. She raised her head and scanned the room, hoping to notice if there was anything hiding. But it looked so warm, comfortable and loving, it was her house after all! But why was she so useless and weak in her own house in her own dreams? She always thought the house was her source of strength, with all its love inside. But why was she caught in this nightmare in her own cherished safe haven? This definitely seemed like one of Krueger's scams, to torment her and torture her. And he was doing a damn good job of it too!
More whimpers came from little Elizabeth as she waited for that strike with those huge claws that would send her away forever. The unlikely chance of her survival sunk to an all time new low, and she was slowly coming to terms with the fact that she was about to die, but that didn't mean she wanted to.
"Elizabeth..." came a voice. Elizabeth tilted her head up to see at the far end of the hallway stood the one person who could make everything better. Mama.
"Mama?" asked Elizabeth with some hope. "Mama, is that you?"
"My Elizabeth?" the lady asked as she rushed down the hallway to greet her child.
Elizabeth stood up and mother and daughter embraced, no signs of letting go evident.
"Mama! I thought I would never see you again!"
"I did too Elizabeth! I heard crying from your room and I must have fallen asleep because when I walked out, a terrible man with a burnt face and long sharp fingers came at me! I thought I was done for as I ran for my life, but I lost him! And now I have found you! My child!"
They both hugged again tightly as they stepped softly down the hallway, hoping to make no noise that may awake the burnt man. Elizabeth had no clue what they were going to do, but apparently mama did, so she followed, feeling a safeness in her heart that maybe she was going to get out of this alive. Just maybe.
They reached the end of the hallway, about to open the door when a loud crash and bang came from behind and Elizabeth's mother twisted the door handle and swung open the door, rushing her and Elizabeth in and shutting the door hard.
"That must have been him! It must have! Quick, we need to get out of this house!" Mama rushed to the window of what seemed to be someone's bedroom and fiddled with the window lock. To her luck, the window flew up and she took Elizabeth's hand and helped her up on the ledge.
"But mama! It's a two-story house and it's a long way down! I can't just jump!" cried Elizabeth as her mother struggled to force her out. Suddenly, the door began smashing hard against the frame as someone was obviously trying to get into the room. Mama tried harder to push Elizabeth out, and Elizabeth tried harder to not move.
"Mama please! I'm scared! I don't want to fall!"
"Do as I say, now! Get out!" roared her mother.
Elizabeth's eyes brimmed with tears. "But mama, you're scaring me!"
"I don't mean to scare sweety! But he will come in any minute! Please, go!"
Elizabeth look down at the height. It was so high, she would never survive the drop! And there was no ledge she could step down on to, just one big drop.
At that moment the door swung was torn down, snapping off its hinges. Elizabeth and her mother both spun to see the horrible and frightening sight of nothing at all.
Silence engulfed the room as no one stood at the door, and no movement was made, just blankness. Elizabeth jumped slightly as the silence was then broken.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." said her mother clicking her tongue and turning to look at Elizabeth. "What a disobedient little beast you are!"
Elizabeth's mouth hung open as tears fell freely. But her mother didn't stop there, now turning her body around to completely face the young girl.
"I'm your mother! You didn't listen to mummy! You've been VERY bad! I'm disappointed in you!" the voice came from her mother's mouth, but it was anything but her mother's voice. Instead, the deep sound of a male voice rung through her ears.
Freddy.
"If you are you, then who was at the door?!?" screamed Elizabeth in fear.
Freddy rolled his eyes. "Look at me! Do I look like me? No! I look like your fat-assed mother!" Freddy then turned around, sticking his fingers in his mouth and whistling a sharp whistle.
The nothingness of the door way was then replaced with the body of Freddy.
"What a handsome fella'!" said Freddy, still stuck in the lady's body. "I'd like you to meet my body! My body, I'd like you to meet our next victim!"
Elizabeth gasped.
Freddy rolled his eyes. "Well, obviously once I get back into you!"
Suddenly, Elizabeth's mother's body collapsed to the ground, crumpling in on itself as if it had no bones, just a leather shell. Elizabeth screamed at the sight as the body of Freddy stepped forward.
"Damn... that lady was fat... And I don't just mean fat, I mean fat fat! Like, the chick was huge! I could barely do anything in fear that if I move too fast, the ankles would crack under the fat! I felt suffocated! Bloated! Just so... fat!"
Freddy then proceeded to hug himself, a little grin appearing n his face like a ten year old boy. "I love me!" he cackled, then as fast as ever before, he unwrapped his arms, grabbed Elizabeth's shoulder and spun her around so her back was shown to him. Elizabeth howled as Freddy pierced his glove into her back and dug upwards so the knives came back out again inches up from the first cut so he had a good hold of her.
Elizabeth squirmed and screamed in pain, trying to throw her arms back and unhook herself from Freddy's painful grasp, but instead she cried out again as she felt her body be ripped backwards as if Freddy was preparing for a throw.
Freddy looked at the open window. "Awww! No fun!" and with his free hand, he brought the glass pane down and locked it good and tight with a wave of his hand.
"Now, we don't want any bad people to come in during the night, do we?" he asked Elizabeth in a mock playful tone. "However, we do need to take the trash out!" And with that, Freddy pushed Elizabeth forward hard and fast, causing her to go head first through the glass window, slicing at her skull, throat and face. Her body slipped away from Freddy's glove and free fell down to the earth below. Freddy watched in amusement, hoping to answer that age-old question, "Do people go BANG or SPLAT when they fall from a great height?"
After learning that people do go bang with a little splatter at the sides, Freddy turned and walked off in the opposite direction, stepping over the body of 'mama'.
"Seems like my lucky night..." whispered Freddy with a smile. "Another dreamer..." He stepped eagerly forward to catch his kill, when a sharp pain hit him in the chest. He felt his body collapse, holding himself up at the moment seemed too painful and way too much work. Instead, he lay there, pleading for the pain to subside as he grabbed at his chest with his glove- free hand.
"What the-"before he could finish his gasping query, he felt another sharp pain hit him and his body heaved upwards as Freddy let out a cry and fell back down in a heap.
This pain was terrible! It was like nothing he had ever felt before! Not even his own burning alive- experience compete with this pain, he felt his chest exploding and himself drowning. He closed his eyes tightly, feeling his body go limp and weak as he was engulfed in blackness. Nothing. Purely nothing.
"One, two, Freddy's coming for you
three, four, better lock your door
five, six, grab your crucifix
seven, eight, better stay awake
nine, ten, never sleep again..."
"No!" screamed Elizabeth as she scrambled up the stairs. "Please!" she howled as she tripped on the last step, but refused to stop, instead now crawling along the ground as fast as possible. She felt the carpet burn away at her knees and palms of her hands. She had felt carpet burn before, but this was crazy! She threw herself against a wall, breathing heavily and taking a few quick looks around to make sure she wasn't followed. She then quickly inspected her palms and knees and yelped in horror at the sight of her bloody and blistering skin. She tried desperately in vain to wipe her hands off on her pants, but instead only succeeded in popping blisters and causing fresh new flows of blood and puss to withdraw from the infected areas.
"No...no..." she began babbling in between sobs. "Why me? Please, find someone else, please! There must be at least one other person sleeping! Go to them, please!" She cradled her small frame up in a ball as she wept into her arms, steering clear of letting her tears touch her burns. Her night gown hung off her 14 year old body and her long black hair trailed over her shoulders and into her face.
Silence now gaped from every corner of the room, which left Elizabeth unaware if this was a good thing or bad. She raised her head and scanned the room, hoping to notice if there was anything hiding. But it looked so warm, comfortable and loving, it was her house after all! But why was she so useless and weak in her own house in her own dreams? She always thought the house was her source of strength, with all its love inside. But why was she caught in this nightmare in her own cherished safe haven? This definitely seemed like one of Krueger's scams, to torment her and torture her. And he was doing a damn good job of it too!
More whimpers came from little Elizabeth as she waited for that strike with those huge claws that would send her away forever. The unlikely chance of her survival sunk to an all time new low, and she was slowly coming to terms with the fact that she was about to die, but that didn't mean she wanted to.
"Elizabeth..." came a voice. Elizabeth tilted her head up to see at the far end of the hallway stood the one person who could make everything better. Mama.
"Mama?" asked Elizabeth with some hope. "Mama, is that you?"
"My Elizabeth?" the lady asked as she rushed down the hallway to greet her child.
Elizabeth stood up and mother and daughter embraced, no signs of letting go evident.
"Mama! I thought I would never see you again!"
"I did too Elizabeth! I heard crying from your room and I must have fallen asleep because when I walked out, a terrible man with a burnt face and long sharp fingers came at me! I thought I was done for as I ran for my life, but I lost him! And now I have found you! My child!"
They both hugged again tightly as they stepped softly down the hallway, hoping to make no noise that may awake the burnt man. Elizabeth had no clue what they were going to do, but apparently mama did, so she followed, feeling a safeness in her heart that maybe she was going to get out of this alive. Just maybe.
They reached the end of the hallway, about to open the door when a loud crash and bang came from behind and Elizabeth's mother twisted the door handle and swung open the door, rushing her and Elizabeth in and shutting the door hard.
"That must have been him! It must have! Quick, we need to get out of this house!" Mama rushed to the window of what seemed to be someone's bedroom and fiddled with the window lock. To her luck, the window flew up and she took Elizabeth's hand and helped her up on the ledge.
"But mama! It's a two-story house and it's a long way down! I can't just jump!" cried Elizabeth as her mother struggled to force her out. Suddenly, the door began smashing hard against the frame as someone was obviously trying to get into the room. Mama tried harder to push Elizabeth out, and Elizabeth tried harder to not move.
"Mama please! I'm scared! I don't want to fall!"
"Do as I say, now! Get out!" roared her mother.
Elizabeth's eyes brimmed with tears. "But mama, you're scaring me!"
"I don't mean to scare sweety! But he will come in any minute! Please, go!"
Elizabeth look down at the height. It was so high, she would never survive the drop! And there was no ledge she could step down on to, just one big drop.
At that moment the door swung was torn down, snapping off its hinges. Elizabeth and her mother both spun to see the horrible and frightening sight of nothing at all.
Silence engulfed the room as no one stood at the door, and no movement was made, just blankness. Elizabeth jumped slightly as the silence was then broken.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." said her mother clicking her tongue and turning to look at Elizabeth. "What a disobedient little beast you are!"
Elizabeth's mouth hung open as tears fell freely. But her mother didn't stop there, now turning her body around to completely face the young girl.
"I'm your mother! You didn't listen to mummy! You've been VERY bad! I'm disappointed in you!" the voice came from her mother's mouth, but it was anything but her mother's voice. Instead, the deep sound of a male voice rung through her ears.
Freddy.
"If you are you, then who was at the door?!?" screamed Elizabeth in fear.
Freddy rolled his eyes. "Look at me! Do I look like me? No! I look like your fat-assed mother!" Freddy then turned around, sticking his fingers in his mouth and whistling a sharp whistle.
The nothingness of the door way was then replaced with the body of Freddy.
"What a handsome fella'!" said Freddy, still stuck in the lady's body. "I'd like you to meet my body! My body, I'd like you to meet our next victim!"
Elizabeth gasped.
Freddy rolled his eyes. "Well, obviously once I get back into you!"
Suddenly, Elizabeth's mother's body collapsed to the ground, crumpling in on itself as if it had no bones, just a leather shell. Elizabeth screamed at the sight as the body of Freddy stepped forward.
"Damn... that lady was fat... And I don't just mean fat, I mean fat fat! Like, the chick was huge! I could barely do anything in fear that if I move too fast, the ankles would crack under the fat! I felt suffocated! Bloated! Just so... fat!"
Freddy then proceeded to hug himself, a little grin appearing n his face like a ten year old boy. "I love me!" he cackled, then as fast as ever before, he unwrapped his arms, grabbed Elizabeth's shoulder and spun her around so her back was shown to him. Elizabeth howled as Freddy pierced his glove into her back and dug upwards so the knives came back out again inches up from the first cut so he had a good hold of her.
Elizabeth squirmed and screamed in pain, trying to throw her arms back and unhook herself from Freddy's painful grasp, but instead she cried out again as she felt her body be ripped backwards as if Freddy was preparing for a throw.
Freddy looked at the open window. "Awww! No fun!" and with his free hand, he brought the glass pane down and locked it good and tight with a wave of his hand.
"Now, we don't want any bad people to come in during the night, do we?" he asked Elizabeth in a mock playful tone. "However, we do need to take the trash out!" And with that, Freddy pushed Elizabeth forward hard and fast, causing her to go head first through the glass window, slicing at her skull, throat and face. Her body slipped away from Freddy's glove and free fell down to the earth below. Freddy watched in amusement, hoping to answer that age-old question, "Do people go BANG or SPLAT when they fall from a great height?"
After learning that people do go bang with a little splatter at the sides, Freddy turned and walked off in the opposite direction, stepping over the body of 'mama'.
"Seems like my lucky night..." whispered Freddy with a smile. "Another dreamer..." He stepped eagerly forward to catch his kill, when a sharp pain hit him in the chest. He felt his body collapse, holding himself up at the moment seemed too painful and way too much work. Instead, he lay there, pleading for the pain to subside as he grabbed at his chest with his glove- free hand.
"What the-"before he could finish his gasping query, he felt another sharp pain hit him and his body heaved upwards as Freddy let out a cry and fell back down in a heap.
This pain was terrible! It was like nothing he had ever felt before! Not even his own burning alive- experience compete with this pain, he felt his chest exploding and himself drowning. He closed his eyes tightly, feeling his body go limp and weak as he was engulfed in blackness. Nothing. Purely nothing.