Chapter 16

Just Like A Fly...

Bethany walked into her twin sister's room. They were both wearing identical pajamas. The sisters smiled at each other wearily.

"What are you working on?" Bethany asked, eyeing the paper and pressed leaves scattered on the bed.

"Horticulture. I have a really big test tomorrow. And I'm really tired too. I need sleep." She said, finishing with a yawn.

Bethany freely sat down on her sister's bed. "Are you crazy? You know that you can't go to sleep!"

"Look, I'm perfectly sane. But I need some sleep."

"No. You can't do that. Don't you know what will happen?"

"Not tonight," Margaret smiled, reaching under her pillow. She pulled out a small bottle of Hypnocil.

"Where did you get that?" Bethany gasped.

"Drug store. Last night."

"What time last night?"

"Oh, about midnight." Margaret said casually.

"Margaret, you fell asleep last night. You were asleep at midnight."

"Was not! I snuck out."

"I don't even think they are finished testing that stuff!"

"Well then, how do you explain how I got this? Will you just shut up and take one?"

"…Okay." Bethany hesitated. Then she reached out and took two small pills in her outstretched hand. The twins smiled identical smiles before popping the pills in their mouth.

"Somehow I feel safer." Bethany whispered.

"Told ya! Now, if you will excuse me, I have a test to study for." Margaret said, slipping the bottle of pills back under her pillow.

Bethany smiled and left the room.

Margaret studied for what seemed like forever. She knew she was already ready for this test tomorrow. She glanced at her alarm clock. 10:45. She could hear her parents and her sister walking back upstairs for bed. Her mother peeked through the doorway.

"Okay, you can put that away and go to sleep now." Her mother said sweetly. Margaret immediately put all her stuff on the floor. "Okay, mom. Good night. Love you."

"Love you too, hun." She left.

"Love you, dad!" Margaret called. She heard a muffled answer.

Five minutes later, the parents were in bed. Bethany came into the room once more. "I hope this works…"

"It will," Margaret yawned. "No dreams or nightmares tonight."

Bethany smiled again and patted her sister's knee. "Okay, goodnight." She stood up and left the room.

"Night."

Margaret pulled her comforter over herself. She stretched and yawned. It felt so good that she could finally snuggle into bed, and actually feel safe about falling asleep. She closed her eyes and peacefully drifted off.

Margaret pushed open the door to the drug store and stepped inside. The three other people that was there, including the cashier, looked up briefly. Margaret sat down and patiently waited for her turn. She looked around the drug store. Suddenly everybody left, walking out the door and into the bright sunshine. Then the drug store looked strangely familiar, but knowing that this particular drug store was not in her town. Then she had to be…

She quickly ran up to the cashier. He smiled warmly at her. "What can I do for you today?"

"I came in here about midnight yesterday. You gave me a bottle of Hypnocil…"

"Hypnocil?" The man repeated. He turned to his computer and began typing. Then he turned back to Margaret. "I'm sorry, young lady, but Hypnocil is not finished being tested. That means it is not in my store."

"But that's impossible!" Margaret exclaimed.

"I'm sorry, young lady. You must have been dreaming." He chuckled at his joke. "Dreaming, Hypnocil. Ha!" He mumbled.

Margaret stumbled back. Dreaming. She was dreaming. But that was impossible! She turned to run out the door, but there were no more doors. Margaret sunk to the floor in fear. That was the only answer. She was dreaming. But what about the Hypnocil? How did she get it? In her dreams? Of course. And she knew whom she got it from.

She heard a sick stabbing noise. She closed her eyes and shivered.

"Freddy." A deep sinister voice said. Margaret nodded, looking up. She saw that Freddy was sitting on the counter, cross-legged. His blades were plunged into the cashier's neck. Freddy's blades were poking out from the other side. She quickly withdrew his blades and watched the dead man slump to the floor. He stared at the blood on his blades, smiling.

"I'm not afraid of you." Margaret said, trembling.

Freddy stared at her for a moment. Then he looked at his blades again. "Of course you're not." He said seriously.

"I'm not!" Margaret yelled, trying to sound stronger. "I can leave if I want to." Margaret tried to stop herself shaking, but found it was impossible.

"Then go."

Margaret turned, forgetting the door was not there anymore. She hit her head on the wall and crumpled to the ground.

Freddy laughed and hopped off the counter. He walked over to Margaret. She opened her eyes and saw Freddy standing above her, upside-down. She scrambled quickly into a corner. Freddy chuckled at her.

"You're doing it wrong. You've got to use your mind." Freddy said, tapping his temple with his index blade.

Wasting no more time, Margaret closed her eyes and imagined a better place. She disappeared before Freddy's eyes, and Freddy smiled at her absence.

Margaret opened her eyes. She looked around her. She was standing on a small narrow road. Beside her on both sides, there were fields of Venus Fly Traps. She smiled. She liked this place already. She did research on the Venus flytraps, and better yet, she escaped Freddy.

She walked around slowly and quietly. This place was strangely quiet. Except for the faint popping of the Venus fly traps when they closed over a fly. She bent over a tiny flytrap, and inserted her finger. It quickly snapped itself over her finger, squeezing it gently. She giggled at it. She had always wanted to do that. A few minutes later the flytrap opened up it's jaws, realizing it could not eat her finger. Margaret took her finger back, and patted the plant.

She began walking for what seemed like hours. When was she going to wake up? She needed to, quickly before Freddy found out where she was.

Suddenly, she began to feel claustrophobic. This place was too quiet. She didn't like it very much anymore. She turned around and gasped. Where she previously walked was gone. Margaret stood in front of a black void. It was like space. She stared at it. This was the thing that was making her phobic. She began to walk toward it, but thousands of long, sharp blades poked out from it. It very slowly started to close in on her. She turned around to run, but stopped again. Ten feet in front of her was a giant flytrap that stood about 15 feet tall. It seemed to be hovering in the air, because all around it was just another void.

She looked behind her again to look at the void. It was creeping ever so slowly at her. She looked back at the flytrap. All she had to do was run through I, and not move any of it's spikes more than once. She would be okay. She took one last look at the blackness behind her, and started to run toward the fly trap. She slowly entered it, careful not to move the spines. It wasn't that hard. She looked behind her and realized that the void was moving faster. So she went faster. Big mistake. The flytrap snapped closed on her body. Margaret was now trapped inside.

'Freddy found me.' She told herself.

She began to cry and beat her fists against the trap's walls.

"Freddy! Please let me out! I'll do anything!" She screamed.

Freddy's laughter echoed around her, and the flytrap's spines turned into Freddy's blades.

Margaret screamed, trying to avoid them. The flytrap slowly began to close in on her. "Wake me up!" She screamed at nothing.

One of the blades pierced through her leg, and she screamed. Three more blades came out on her, stabbing each of her limbs, pinning her still. Then the all turned into flimsy spines again. Margaret pulled them out of her skin. They made a sick popping noise coming out.

Margaret struggled to climb to the top of the trap, but by the time she got to the middle, there was no more room left to move. Margaret pushed on the sides, trying to open; nothing worked.

Suddenly, Margaret's arms broke. Her arms being pushed in also crushed her collar bone in. She screamed in agony. This was the worse pain she had ever felt in her life. Tears poured down her face. She was silently begging her body to shut down.

The trap was still closing in. It started snapping every main bone in Margaret's small body. Finally the trap finished by smashing her skull in. Margaret was dead.

A/N: Guys…that was sick. Can you even imagine that? So morbid. You're welcome. I hope you all enjoyed it. Didn't take me long to type it…only took me today. So…what did you think? Tell me loads. Really.