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Red Green and Burnt all Over

When a person looks up the word 'dream' they might find the following result: A series of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations occurring involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep. Might I say that this definition doesn't come near what I would categorize my so called 'fantasy'. I would have called it a genuine nightmare.

Let me introduce myself, I'm Vanessa Tolley, Freddy Krueger's latest victim. You can probably figure out how I got here, same old story right? I'm one of the many unfortunate teenagers who has had the fate of being visited by Freddy in their dreams and left my parents with something horrible to deal with.

Demon meets girl, girl meets demon, girl laughs at demon, demon kills girl. This is the outline of my story and I bet your just dying to know the details in between. Just let me warn you that this isn't a fairytale for the kind hearted… this is a tragic shanty about a girl who laughed in the Springwood Slasher's face and never lived to tell the tale.

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"Young six-year old Amanda Frank's body was found tortured beyond belief late Wednesday night. Her body was forcefully contorted and harsh cuts deeply ran across her stomach as well as bold bruises forming on her arms and legs. Mr. and Mrs. Frank heard shrill screaming and when they reached their daughters room they found her dead from the amount of blood lost. We have no suspects--"

"—Vanessa! Will you please stop reading that? I would enjoy eating my breakfast without imagining such a gruesome picture." Vanessa's mom shook her head as she sat down across from the eighteen-year-old, accompanied by her cream cheese bagel and mug of coffee.

Vanessa chuckled as she jokingly tossed the newspaper in front of her mother, her eyes never leaving the image that was centered above the cover story. It was of the Franks house being fenced in by caution tape. Inside the perimeter was about half a dozen police officers standing with blue and red lights gleaming on them as they scoured the yard for clues.

"It's a real shame they don't even have suspects mom. You never know mom… I might be next…" Vanessa grinned as she jumped up from her seat and strapped her backpack on her shoulder. "Well I'm going to be late, adios."

Vanessa unlatched the door and headed off to school. Mrs. Tolley sat there for a moment before peering at the story that was gazing at her. 'Murder on Elm Street' it read in big letters. Sipping her coffee Mrs. Tolley began scanning the article with slight interest.

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Vanessa drummed her fingers to the beat of the radio as she drove down Elm street. The trees were blowing softly in the wind, their brown and red colored leaves dancing in the air and landing in the yards of her neighbors. Just a month ago the Tolley's had made their move into Springwood, Ohio and it was already beginning to grow on Vanessa. She thought it was a quaint place to live, even though murders have been jumping out into the news every few weeks or so.

Letting out an annoying groan of frustration, Vanessa slowed the car down before it halted in the middle of the road. Her eyes fixated on the three small children that were carelessly playing jump rope right before her and her rising road rage. They all wore matching white frilly dresses as one jumped aimlessly over the strong cord as the others continued flicking their wrists to keep the rope moving.

Vanessa clicked her door ajar and poked her head out, after all her window was broken and in the end this was a much better way to get her point across.

"If you girls don't move you'll become road kill and I'll always remember the day I ran over the carcasses of your bodies numerous times before I took that jump rope and hung you all from a tree." This is what the teen wanted to say but strongly advised not to, instead she decided on using a sweet voice and convincing sentence.

"Excuse me, I just wouldn't want to see you angels get hurt so could you please move so I can get home?" Vanessa chided loudly.

She herself was expecting them to be obeying little girls and skip unto the sidewalk, but she wasn't expecting them start chanting a song, one that she found utterly stupid and ridiculous.

One, Two, Freddy's coming for you,

Three, Four, better lock your doors,

Five, Six, grab your crucifix,

Seven, Eight, gonna stay up late,

Nine, Ten, never sleep again.

Rolling her eyes in exasperation Vanessa climbed into the car and shut her eyes. Why couldn't kids listen to her like they did in Peoria? Regaining her ability to move the kids Vanessa was about to try again when she realized something spooky had happened.

They vanished. All of the little monsters had disappeared. Vanessa gaped as she spun her head around all corners trying to find a trace of the girls or a piece of the jump rope. She had only closed her eyes for a few seconds? She must've had a longer day at school then she thought she did, now she was seeing things!

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Vanessa dropped her heavy bag to the ceramic floor of her kitchen. Mrs. Tolley smiled as she saw her daughter but her face dropped as she noticed Vanessa acting very strange before her. Vanessa wore a perplexed look as she was faintly reenacting something.

"Are you okay dear?" Mrs. Tolley murmured.

"Oh, yeah I'm fine mom." Vanessa waved her hand as if to brush the subject off. "I just had a long day at school, you know with the testing and all. Mrs.Gallaway didn't light up at all on the questions! I won't even believe if I get higher than a D!" Mrs. Tolley smiled as she watched her daughter regain her usual spunky personality.

"Maybe you should rest a bit? You did stay up awfully late last night… I just can't understand why they don't light up on the new kids in town." Her mom gestured to the blue bookbag that she assumed was overflowing with books of all kinds.

"Yeah I guess I will. Promise to wake me up in an hour? I really need to get something done…"

"Sure honey."

Vanessa grinned happily as she began her walk to her bedroom. Mrs. Tolley furrowed her brow when Vanessa stopped to turn and look at her mother.

"Do any sets of triplets live in our neighborhood?" Her voice called back.

"Not any that I know of."

Vanessa nodded and headed back to finding her room.

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Authoress notice: I hope you all like it. :D I thought of doing this during school this week and so here it is. You can expect Freddy AND the next chapter to come within a few days. Yes, the nightmare man is in chapter two! So look forward to it… hopefully this can be a humor story as expected.

Sweet dreams piggys!

Whats Red Green and Burnt all Over?

Chapter Two: Run Away Bride

Someone once told me that when you fall asleep, you dream about what you were thinking about that moment you shut your eyes. I will say that this is a false statement and should never be asked on 'Who Wants to be a Millionaire?'. I wasn't thinking about my murderer when I innocently took my nap, I was thinking about Johnny Depp in a loincloth. Now can you tell me how in the HELL I get some burnt guy wearing a Christmas sweater in my dream?!

Obviously I'm upset, and I apologize for yelling. It's just that being dead isn't as it's chalked up to be. I should be telling you about my story instead of babbling on about my deceased life and how we have no candy up here.

Here's the next installment piggy! Damn it…I'm using his lingo…

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Vanessa collapsed on top of her bed. She was greatly looking forward to taking this nap as she always was after a day at Springwood High school. Going to school just wasn't as fun as laying on a comfy mattress like there were no worries in your life. Vanessa grasped a handful of comforter and smiled as she buried her head into her stained pillow. Everything was quiet as she laid there motionless, waiting for sleep to overcome her.

Screech.

Screeeeeech.

Groaning, Vanessa rolled over on her back and stared at her ceiling. That noise… it sounded so annoying.