Chapter 5

Morgan gazed at her surroundings dreamily. She was still in her living room but the house was utterly silent. A heavy swirling mist covered where the wooden floor should have been. The lights were dimmed low and the air was warm and comforting. She glanced over at the TV which was still on, but no sound was emitting from it. That's when she noticed she was wearing a plain white nightgown that fell to her ankles. She remembered wearing it as a child. In fact she was wearing it the night she found out her mother had killed herself. She had slit her wrists and bleed to death in their small kitchen. As her thoughts traced back to her mother the front door swung open, bashing against the far wall. Morgan walked over to close the door and as she placed her hand on the door knob, she stared outside. The night sky was pure black with a few twinkling stars here and there. Dark clouds covered any traces of a moon. The two Elm trees in front of her house swayed from side to side as the wind brushed pass their branches, causing dead leaves to cascade onto the wet, rain soaked pavement.

A rush of freezing wind blew violently in her face, causing her to hastily slam the door shut. As she turned around she screamed in fright as she saw Lisa's body, bloody and mangled, dangling from her Morgan's ceiling. The body was covered with huge slash marks and a few remaining drops of blood trickled from the open wounds to land delicately on the white carpet. The face was so brutally butchered that Morgan could only tell it was Lisa from the tousled bleach blonde hair, now covered in dried blood. Around Lisa's tiny waist was a piece of thick rope that tied in the back and was attached to the second floor landing's banister. Morgan's eyes grew wide and she buried her mouth in her left palm. She used the other hand to grope frantically for the railing, as she stared at Lisa's pale corpse. Morgan finally had to turn away or else she was afraid she would be sick. In shock, Morgan clutched the railing and hurriedly bounded up the stairs.

She was halfway to the second floor when Morgan felt herself stumble. She glanced down and saw that where there had once been stairs was now a flat incline. As she felt herself begin to fall she grabbed onto the railing even harder. Almost immediately she felt her legs collapse beneath her. She looked behind her and screamed as Freddy casually opened her front door and grinned menacingly up at her. Her palms were beginning to sweat and she was afraid she would lose her grip. As she turned away from Freddy she shrieked in fright as she saw John's decapitated body lurch foreword and collapse at the top of the stairs. As a long gush of blood trailed down and Morgan nearly fainted as she saw John's head tumble down the stairs towards her. Without thinking, Morgan panicked and let go of the railing. Freddy laughed hysterically as he watched Morgan tumble down the stairs, finally landing hard at his feet. He grabbed her violently by her arm and yanked her to her feet. Morgan winced in pain. Bruises would eventually decorate her arms and legs.

"Why are you doing this you bastard?" she spat.

"Because," he sneered, "I want to see you suffer, bitch." With that he shoved her roughly away. Morgan tried to regain her balance but bashed into the far side of the living room wall and slumped limply to the ground. She opened her eyes and looked around frantically for a weapon of any kind. As she struggled to her feet she saw Freddy advancing towards her. Sheer and utter terror seared through her mind. Before she could get out of the way Freddy mounted on top of her, claws poised above her head. She tried to block his move but he slashed deeply at her arm. Morgan cried out as she watched blood gush from the wound. She grabbed at Freddy's arms, preventing him from hurting her further. She glanced behind her. Near the fire place was a steel poker. She fought to bunch up her legs from under his weight. With all her might she kicked Freddy in the chest and struggled to grab at the poker. The blow had not affected Freddy much; it only seemed to piss him off more. He seized her ankles and flung her back towards him.

"You stupid little bitch!" He snarled just as Morgan shoved the poker through his chest. She smiled triumphantly as a bewildered look passed over Freddy's face. But her smirk was quickly washed away as he simply pulled the poker out, the hole in his chest completely gone, as if she had never touched him.

"This is my world, Morgan. Did you really think you could defeat me?"

Morgan screamed as Freddy suddenly jumped on top of her again. They were rolling around on the floor, all the while Morgan's wound was flicking drops of blood onto Freddy's face.

"MORGAN!" Morgan awoke to Jackie shaking her and calling her name.

"Are you alright you were screaming and going into spasms!" Jackie looked terrified.

"My God, your hair…"

Morgan's hair had gone from a short bob, to long and wavy curls cascading down to her waist. The last time her hair was that long she was only a little girl. Her mother had loved her hair that length…she had cut it all off once she died.

"What the fuck? Your arm…your bleeding…what the hell is going on!" he hauled her into the kitchen and assisted her in cleaning and bandaging her arm. Suddenly shouts could be heard from upstairs.

"Jackie! Morgan! Come up here quick!" Kurt yelled, alarm in his voice. They raced upstairs where the rest of the group was.

"What's going on Jackie?" Jackie's forehead had broken out with droplet of sweat. Kurt and Jimmy just stared unblinkingly ahead of them. Morgan turned the corner and what she saw made her release a hair raising scream. Her father's bedroom door was open, revealing the blood soaked bed. Lisa's body was covered in deep gashes and John had been decapitated, his head lay lopsided on a pillow, a grotesque expression carved onto his face.