NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET
BACK TO 1428 ELM
Savannah got out of Jessica's Honda Civic, closing the door as she got out. As she looked at the house she and her friends had bought, chills ran down her spine. Something about this house wasn't right. Something bad had happened at this house. Really bad.
"What do you think?" her friend Lea ask, cheeriness in her voice. Savannah shrugged.
"It's kinda creepy," she replied. Lea gave her a droopy eyed face.
"Oh, come on, it was cheap, and its worth it!" she yelped, and began skipping to the door. Lea was eighteen, but didn't act like it. Savannah turned and looked at Jessica.
"Little happy, isn't she?" Savannah asked her. Jessica shrugged her shoulder.
"Aren't you? I mean, we just got our first house," Jessica replied. Savannah looked at her watch. It was only noon, but she felt very tired.
"All our furniture is set up inside, right?" she asked. Jessica nodded.
"Why?" she asked.
"I'm tired, I think I'm gonna go take a nap," she told Jessica.
Savannah walked into her room and jumped down on the bed. She grabbed her pillow and screamed into it. She was extremely excited. This was her first house! But even through all the excitement she was exhausted, and needed the sleep. So slowly, she closed her eyes…
Savannah opened her eyes. Her bed wasn't in the room anymore; it was in front of the house. But the house was different, the windows were boarded up, and the house looked dirty. She quickly got out of bed. What the fuck was going on?
As she got out of bed, she saw three little girls, all blonde and wearing white dresses. They were playing jump-rope and singing some stranger song that she had never heard.
One, Two Freddy's Coming For You
Three, Four Better Lock Your Door
Five, Six Grab Your Crucifix
Seven, Eight Better Stay Up Late
Nine, Ten Never Sleep again
Savannah walked up to the little girls.
"Hey, what are you guys doing?" she asked. The one jumping began to laugh.
"Playing jump-rope," she replied. Savannah began to feel nervous.
"What song was that? The one you were singing?" Savannah asked again. The girls didn't say anything.
"Where did you hear that song?" Savannah asked politely.
"From him…" the girl told her. Savannah looked around but saw nobody.
"Who?" she asked her. The little girl stopped jumping.
"The mean old man with the claws," the girl whispered. Suddenly Savannah heard a horrible, evil laugh. She spun around but again saw nobody. She turned back to the girls, but they were gone. She heard the laugh, and looked behind herself.
Standing by a tree was a man. He was wearing a red and green striped sweater and black pants, along with black shoes. He also had a dirty brown fedora hat, and was covered in third-degree burns. But the thing that stood out the most was the glove on his right hand. It had six inch nails on every finger except for the thumb.
"Who the fuck are you?" she shouted. He began to chuckle.
"Your worst nightmare, bitch," he laughed, and disappeared. Suddenly he reappeared right in front of her and flicked his finger-knives at her.
"BOO!" he laughed.
Savannah woke up, covered in sweat. She looked at her clock. It was 1:00 A.M. She had been asleep for ten hours. She didn't plan on sleeping anymore…