I watched as my son Andrew ran through our new house at 1428 Elm Street. It was a beautiful house but I was worried about it because the man that sold it to us sold it at a very low price and he seemed in a hurry to get out of it. I was always the type of person to worry. But in this house, I felt a power that scared me beyond belief. I shook the thoughts of this house out of my head and continued to unpack our belongings and put them into their correct place.
At around ten that night, I felt so tired that I could barely stand. The move had taken a lot out of me so I decided to go straight to sleep. I went upstairs to my room and got into bed. The second I closed my eyes, I was asleep.
I looked around. I was in some sort of boiler room. I jumped up and walked around. I heard strange noises coming from behind the boiler. It sounded like claws on metal.
"Who's there?" I called out. The noises stopped.
"Who the fuck are you?" called out a scratchy voice. I jumped when I saw a man walk out into the light. I looked closer and realized that he looked nothing like a man. His face was burnt to a crisp. He had a glove with knives for fingers. He wore a brown hat and for some odd reason a red and green sweater. I decidednottoscream and stood still. He bared his teeth and started coming closer, clicking his claws as we walked over to me.
"I'm not telling you who I am if you don't tell me who you are."
"Are you challenging me? That is not wise since I could kill you in a second." he growled. I stated to back up until I hit the wall. I looked at him and saw that he was smiling.
"What are you smiling at?" I asked him.
"Just the fact that you are about to die just for coming here without me dragging you down here to kill you."
"But I didn't come here on purpose! I was just here when I opened my eyes! I'm not exactly trespassing since I wasn't here on purpose." I tried to explain. He stopped walking and his smile disappeared and turned into a curious look.
"So you're saying I shouldn't kill you is that it?" he asked me. I nodded.
"Pretty much. Why do you need to kill me?"
"It's not that I need to kill you. It's that I want to kill you. You see, it's my job in life...or unlife considering I'm not living, to kill as many people as I can. It's my duty."
"Why not just kill those that are bad?" I tried. He laughed hysterically.
"Why kill those who deserve it? I like the look in an innocent person's face when I slice off their hands and then their feet. Cutting through the person's stomach as I keep them alive. Making sure they see me kill them." I gasped. He slowly stopped laughing.
"Fine, I'll tell you what. I'll let you go. Go to live your stupid fucking life and your precious little bastard. But believe me, you will be seeing Freddy Krueger again." he growled. He came up to me and took one of his claws and put it on my neck. He slowly started to cut the skin. I groaned and tried to get away but I couldn't seem to move. He cut what seemed to be two letters into my skin. Finally he let me go and pushed me through the wall. I scowled as I felt myself whooshing threw my dream.
I opened my eyes and looked around. I was back in my bed. I sighed in relief and put my hands on my face. I wiped off some sweat off of my forehead when I felt a pain in my neck. I put my hand over the spot where I felt the pain and felt something sticky. I pulled my hand away and screamed. I had blood all over my hand. I got up and ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror. I had two initials written into my skin.
FK