"Fred?" a loud banging came from the other side of the door. "Fred, is
that you sweety? Are you alright?"
Panic mode quickly set in for Freddy. He didn't want to open the door and show Loretta his cut up face, but he couldn't stay in there forever!
"Err, yeah I'm just... shaving!" retorted Freddy as quickly as possible. "Shit, shit, shit!" he continued to whisper to himself. He searched in the cupboards for something to put on the cuts, he was so desperate he would have put on Loretta's make up if it were there! Instead, he stopped and took a deep breath in hopes of coming up with something in a calmer state.
"Shaving? But honey, your razor is upstairs..." called Loretta from the other side. Freddy paused. It was true, there was no razor down here. He had to think of something, quick.
"Oh, yeah, but I err... I realised my face was so scratchy before and you and the kid- err, I mean umm, Katherine were sleeping, so I went upstairs, grabbed my razor and brought it down here just so I could still be near you two!" he said, a victory sigh at the end.
"Oh, I see..." came the voice of a confused Loretta, though Freddy didn't care of this confusion, the important thing was that she had bought it. "Well that was very sweet of you dear, I'll just finish dinner then." Footsteps were heard as Loretta walked away from the door. Realising now was his chance, Freddy grabbed a towel, placed it over his still bleeding cuts, opened the door and peeked out to see if he had an escape route free. It appeared, however, that Loretta hadn't walked as far away from the door as Freddy had hoped and then turned to see Freddy sneaking out holding the towel over his cheek.
"Let me help you up the stairs dear- Freddy?! What happened? What's wrong with your cheek?" Loretta rushed over in that "worried wife" sort of way causing Freddy to almost jump from his skin.
"Gaarrr, umm nothing dear, I just nicked myself with the razor! I was just on my way up stairs to get a bandage for it!" said Freddy quickly.
"Well let me see, I can fix it up for you." Said Loretta reaching a hand out to Fred's cheek. He flinched and quickly stepped away from her hand.
"No, no its fine! Really, it is!" he said with a nervous smile. "I can fix it up, it'll be fine! I'll be down very soon!" And with that, Freddy bolted up the stairs as fast as the sore on his abdomen and his broken leg would let him. Loretta felt the need to protest for the safety and well- being of her husband, but instead let him go, wandering into the bathroom to see if his razor was in there, after all he hadn't carried it out with him.
Loretta narrowed her eyes in a confused way. There was no shaver, nor was there any water drips in the sink or any tiny missed hairs left over on the sink which had not been washed down. It was always a slight habit of Fred's not to completely wash all the hairs down the sink, and now Loretta was worried. Was Fred... lying to her?
* * * * * * * * * *
An ear-piercing scream rang through the streets. It could have curdled the blood of anyone passing by and sent a cold shiver up his or her backs with the sound of something liquid splattering. Blood to be specific.
Another trick or treater down, Michael left the carcass to lie on the street, bleeding crimson fluid. He silently continued his way down the road, turning left at the next street. He didn't bother to read the street sign high above him, there just wasn't any need for him to. He knew where he was going and he knew this street was the one he was after. He knew it was Elm.
He continued his way down, not bothering to look at house numbers either. He just strolled down as if he were any normal resident dressed up for Halloween. He kept up his pace, the sun now darkening as the clocks began reading 7pm. People had already begun wandering the streets and ringing people's doorbells, dressed in their scary little outfits and asking in the nicest way possible for sweets and candy of all sorts.
Michael finally stopped outside of the house he was after. Once again, not bothering to read the number, he walked up the little path. Instead of making his way to the front door, Michael wandered around to the back. He had no care for the noises he made, yet luckily for him he made none.
He reached the back door which was open except for a screen door blocking the way. Before opening it, he walked around to the sides, looking in windows and checking the place out first. He saw a little girl sitting on the lounge, the lights of a flickering TV on her face. In the back Michael could see a lady standing by the sink, her back turned to him yet it was obvious to see she was chopping something. Michael, realising those 2 were the only people down stairs, decided it would be fine for him to enter.
He made his way back over to the door, opening the screen up silently and walking in. The lights in the rooms that the 2 females were in left shadows on the walls of the rooms left with no light, giving Michael a dark and unseen path to walk along to reach the stairs.
He stopped at the foot of the stairs and looked up. He turned his head to the left to see the back of the girl sitting on the lounge seat. She was still busily occupied by the television set, so Michael turned back and began his hike up. He reached the top of the stairs and took in his surroundings. This was the part he had not been prepared for, which room was he actually after? All the doors were closed and it may not have been the best idea to go opening each one to find what he needed.
He looked to the bottom of the doors, realising all of them were dark except for one which had a bright light being emitted from underneath. He walked to it, opening the door slightly until a vertical light shone onto his face. He could see no one in that room, but there appeared to be movement in a smaller room connected to this room. Michael opened the door wider and walked in calmly. It seemed the man in the other room was busy and didn't notice the intrusion. Michael took this opportunity to take a quick look around to see what 'tools' he could use and prepared himself for what was next to come.
* * * * * * * * * *
Freddy frantically opened the mirror cabinet above the sink, hoping to find a bandage of some sort. A worried feeling had caught him. The only bandages he had seen before were the ones Loretta had used on his stomach, perhaps there were none left. He shook his head, he couldn't give up, and very soon Loretta would come up here to take him down when the food was ready. Now he had to make sure he was ready!
"Yes!" If he had been in a more moveable position, Freddy would have proceeded to perform a victory dance upon the finding of large band-aid patch type things. He pulled the box out and grabbed the bandage, quickly cleaning at the cuts one last time before applying it to the wound. It took up his whole cheek, but Freddy didn't care. After all, he wasn't taught in the art of applying bandages to wounds, so he could use that as an excuse.
He looked into the mirror, sighing one last time. The thoughts and images of that man in his dreams had definitely left an imprint on his mind and now he didn't know what to expect next time he fell asleep.
"Hrmm, probably nothing..." he murmured to himself. "Just one of those stupid dreams where you think they are actually real!" He chuckled to himself, more as a way to take his mind off the fact that if it were just a dream, why would he come out wounded by it?
Freddy was awoken from his thoughts as he heard a knocking at the door. He peered his head around to see the door fully opened and a complete view of the hallway. Freddy creased his eyebrows. He could have sworn he had closed the door behind him.
Another knock caused him to almost jump from his skin. He felt himself tense up as he curled his hands into fists, unsure of what to expect as he slowly made his way to the doorway. He peeked his head out, looking left to right, wondering if this was perhaps a trick being played by that little girl.
Once completely out into the hall, the bedroom door shut loudly behind him. Freddy jumped and darted towards the door, taking a hold of the handle and attempted to twist it. Nothing happened, instead it only snapped a little as if the door has been locked. An unknown fear found its way into Freddy, creeping up his back and into his vulnerable mind. He hated being afraid, it seemed too unnatural for him.
He began to bang at the door, as if his life depended on getting into that room. Maybe he was insane, maybe he was going crazy. Freddy didn't care, he just had to get into that room.
"Katherine!" he cried. "Katherine if that is you in there, I demand you to open this door immediately!" Freddy continued to tug at the door, the urge to ram his shoulder into it was at a high peak, but he was already far too injured to be able to make that attack.
Suddenly, the door began to shake slowly, getting harder and faster with every thrash. It threw Freddy off, catching him off guard, yet still giving Freddy the time to balance himself before he fell. It was almost like the door was possessed. Or perhaps a strong demonic beast was on the other side, slamming its hard body constantly into the wall.
Freddy gasped loudly, fear strongly present in his eyes as the door came alive. It looked as though it would be thrown off its hinges any minute now. Loud roaring and screeching noises could be heard from the other side. Something was screaming at him, something begging to be let out! Something evil, and all Freddy could do was stare. His chin shook uncontrollably, but Freddy hated feeling like this. He had to take a stand. He took a deep breath in and roared.
"Katherine! Do not slam at this door! Open it now! I said open it!"
"Fred?" came a voice from downstairs. "Fred, is that you? Are you looking for Katherine?"
Freddy stopped for a minute to listen. His arms shook slightly. Everything had gone quiet.
"Fred dear, if you are looking for Katherine she is down here."
Freddy slowly looked back at the door. It made no movement or sound.
"Fred honey?" came the voice of Loretta again. "Fred, are you alright dear?"
Freddy closed his eyes tightly. The door now stood as it was; a door. No movement, no sound. Just another door. Freddy slowly raised an arm towards it, gently tracing his fingers along the smooth wooden surface down to the door handle. He gulped hard, slowly twisting it in his still shaking hand. The door opened easily, a slight whine coming from its hinges.
"Fred, do you need some help? Is everything alright?" came the voice form downstairs again. How could she not have heard the door before? Its like no one had heard it... except him.
"No..." came Freddy's soft and trembling voice. He cleared his voice loudly. "No, everything is fine. I just got a little disorientated." Before he could hear a reply from Loretta, Fred walked into the room and slowly closed the door behind him. He scanned the room. Nothing was odd, nothing was out of the ordinary. Everything seemed the same as before.
He closed his eyes and sighed. "I'm fucking nuts, I am so fucking nuts!" he growled under his breath. He shook his head and made his way back into the bathroom, almost collapsing at the sight.
"Oh my god..." he whispered staring at the sight before him. "Woah..."
* * * * * * * * * *
"And now..." came the soft, content voice of Candyman. "Now, it begins."
Panic mode quickly set in for Freddy. He didn't want to open the door and show Loretta his cut up face, but he couldn't stay in there forever!
"Err, yeah I'm just... shaving!" retorted Freddy as quickly as possible. "Shit, shit, shit!" he continued to whisper to himself. He searched in the cupboards for something to put on the cuts, he was so desperate he would have put on Loretta's make up if it were there! Instead, he stopped and took a deep breath in hopes of coming up with something in a calmer state.
"Shaving? But honey, your razor is upstairs..." called Loretta from the other side. Freddy paused. It was true, there was no razor down here. He had to think of something, quick.
"Oh, yeah, but I err... I realised my face was so scratchy before and you and the kid- err, I mean umm, Katherine were sleeping, so I went upstairs, grabbed my razor and brought it down here just so I could still be near you two!" he said, a victory sigh at the end.
"Oh, I see..." came the voice of a confused Loretta, though Freddy didn't care of this confusion, the important thing was that she had bought it. "Well that was very sweet of you dear, I'll just finish dinner then." Footsteps were heard as Loretta walked away from the door. Realising now was his chance, Freddy grabbed a towel, placed it over his still bleeding cuts, opened the door and peeked out to see if he had an escape route free. It appeared, however, that Loretta hadn't walked as far away from the door as Freddy had hoped and then turned to see Freddy sneaking out holding the towel over his cheek.
"Let me help you up the stairs dear- Freddy?! What happened? What's wrong with your cheek?" Loretta rushed over in that "worried wife" sort of way causing Freddy to almost jump from his skin.
"Gaarrr, umm nothing dear, I just nicked myself with the razor! I was just on my way up stairs to get a bandage for it!" said Freddy quickly.
"Well let me see, I can fix it up for you." Said Loretta reaching a hand out to Fred's cheek. He flinched and quickly stepped away from her hand.
"No, no its fine! Really, it is!" he said with a nervous smile. "I can fix it up, it'll be fine! I'll be down very soon!" And with that, Freddy bolted up the stairs as fast as the sore on his abdomen and his broken leg would let him. Loretta felt the need to protest for the safety and well- being of her husband, but instead let him go, wandering into the bathroom to see if his razor was in there, after all he hadn't carried it out with him.
Loretta narrowed her eyes in a confused way. There was no shaver, nor was there any water drips in the sink or any tiny missed hairs left over on the sink which had not been washed down. It was always a slight habit of Fred's not to completely wash all the hairs down the sink, and now Loretta was worried. Was Fred... lying to her?
* * * * * * * * * *
An ear-piercing scream rang through the streets. It could have curdled the blood of anyone passing by and sent a cold shiver up his or her backs with the sound of something liquid splattering. Blood to be specific.
Another trick or treater down, Michael left the carcass to lie on the street, bleeding crimson fluid. He silently continued his way down the road, turning left at the next street. He didn't bother to read the street sign high above him, there just wasn't any need for him to. He knew where he was going and he knew this street was the one he was after. He knew it was Elm.
He continued his way down, not bothering to look at house numbers either. He just strolled down as if he were any normal resident dressed up for Halloween. He kept up his pace, the sun now darkening as the clocks began reading 7pm. People had already begun wandering the streets and ringing people's doorbells, dressed in their scary little outfits and asking in the nicest way possible for sweets and candy of all sorts.
Michael finally stopped outside of the house he was after. Once again, not bothering to read the number, he walked up the little path. Instead of making his way to the front door, Michael wandered around to the back. He had no care for the noises he made, yet luckily for him he made none.
He reached the back door which was open except for a screen door blocking the way. Before opening it, he walked around to the sides, looking in windows and checking the place out first. He saw a little girl sitting on the lounge, the lights of a flickering TV on her face. In the back Michael could see a lady standing by the sink, her back turned to him yet it was obvious to see she was chopping something. Michael, realising those 2 were the only people down stairs, decided it would be fine for him to enter.
He made his way back over to the door, opening the screen up silently and walking in. The lights in the rooms that the 2 females were in left shadows on the walls of the rooms left with no light, giving Michael a dark and unseen path to walk along to reach the stairs.
He stopped at the foot of the stairs and looked up. He turned his head to the left to see the back of the girl sitting on the lounge seat. She was still busily occupied by the television set, so Michael turned back and began his hike up. He reached the top of the stairs and took in his surroundings. This was the part he had not been prepared for, which room was he actually after? All the doors were closed and it may not have been the best idea to go opening each one to find what he needed.
He looked to the bottom of the doors, realising all of them were dark except for one which had a bright light being emitted from underneath. He walked to it, opening the door slightly until a vertical light shone onto his face. He could see no one in that room, but there appeared to be movement in a smaller room connected to this room. Michael opened the door wider and walked in calmly. It seemed the man in the other room was busy and didn't notice the intrusion. Michael took this opportunity to take a quick look around to see what 'tools' he could use and prepared himself for what was next to come.
* * * * * * * * * *
Freddy frantically opened the mirror cabinet above the sink, hoping to find a bandage of some sort. A worried feeling had caught him. The only bandages he had seen before were the ones Loretta had used on his stomach, perhaps there were none left. He shook his head, he couldn't give up, and very soon Loretta would come up here to take him down when the food was ready. Now he had to make sure he was ready!
"Yes!" If he had been in a more moveable position, Freddy would have proceeded to perform a victory dance upon the finding of large band-aid patch type things. He pulled the box out and grabbed the bandage, quickly cleaning at the cuts one last time before applying it to the wound. It took up his whole cheek, but Freddy didn't care. After all, he wasn't taught in the art of applying bandages to wounds, so he could use that as an excuse.
He looked into the mirror, sighing one last time. The thoughts and images of that man in his dreams had definitely left an imprint on his mind and now he didn't know what to expect next time he fell asleep.
"Hrmm, probably nothing..." he murmured to himself. "Just one of those stupid dreams where you think they are actually real!" He chuckled to himself, more as a way to take his mind off the fact that if it were just a dream, why would he come out wounded by it?
Freddy was awoken from his thoughts as he heard a knocking at the door. He peered his head around to see the door fully opened and a complete view of the hallway. Freddy creased his eyebrows. He could have sworn he had closed the door behind him.
Another knock caused him to almost jump from his skin. He felt himself tense up as he curled his hands into fists, unsure of what to expect as he slowly made his way to the doorway. He peeked his head out, looking left to right, wondering if this was perhaps a trick being played by that little girl.
Once completely out into the hall, the bedroom door shut loudly behind him. Freddy jumped and darted towards the door, taking a hold of the handle and attempted to twist it. Nothing happened, instead it only snapped a little as if the door has been locked. An unknown fear found its way into Freddy, creeping up his back and into his vulnerable mind. He hated being afraid, it seemed too unnatural for him.
He began to bang at the door, as if his life depended on getting into that room. Maybe he was insane, maybe he was going crazy. Freddy didn't care, he just had to get into that room.
"Katherine!" he cried. "Katherine if that is you in there, I demand you to open this door immediately!" Freddy continued to tug at the door, the urge to ram his shoulder into it was at a high peak, but he was already far too injured to be able to make that attack.
Suddenly, the door began to shake slowly, getting harder and faster with every thrash. It threw Freddy off, catching him off guard, yet still giving Freddy the time to balance himself before he fell. It was almost like the door was possessed. Or perhaps a strong demonic beast was on the other side, slamming its hard body constantly into the wall.
Freddy gasped loudly, fear strongly present in his eyes as the door came alive. It looked as though it would be thrown off its hinges any minute now. Loud roaring and screeching noises could be heard from the other side. Something was screaming at him, something begging to be let out! Something evil, and all Freddy could do was stare. His chin shook uncontrollably, but Freddy hated feeling like this. He had to take a stand. He took a deep breath in and roared.
"Katherine! Do not slam at this door! Open it now! I said open it!"
"Fred?" came a voice from downstairs. "Fred, is that you? Are you looking for Katherine?"
Freddy stopped for a minute to listen. His arms shook slightly. Everything had gone quiet.
"Fred dear, if you are looking for Katherine she is down here."
Freddy slowly looked back at the door. It made no movement or sound.
"Fred honey?" came the voice of Loretta again. "Fred, are you alright dear?"
Freddy closed his eyes tightly. The door now stood as it was; a door. No movement, no sound. Just another door. Freddy slowly raised an arm towards it, gently tracing his fingers along the smooth wooden surface down to the door handle. He gulped hard, slowly twisting it in his still shaking hand. The door opened easily, a slight whine coming from its hinges.
"Fred, do you need some help? Is everything alright?" came the voice form downstairs again. How could she not have heard the door before? Its like no one had heard it... except him.
"No..." came Freddy's soft and trembling voice. He cleared his voice loudly. "No, everything is fine. I just got a little disorientated." Before he could hear a reply from Loretta, Fred walked into the room and slowly closed the door behind him. He scanned the room. Nothing was odd, nothing was out of the ordinary. Everything seemed the same as before.
He closed his eyes and sighed. "I'm fucking nuts, I am so fucking nuts!" he growled under his breath. He shook his head and made his way back into the bathroom, almost collapsing at the sight.
"Oh my god..." he whispered staring at the sight before him. "Woah..."
* * * * * * * * * *
"And now..." came the soft, content voice of Candyman. "Now, it begins."