Chapter 2 Ten years later…

I still have nightmares or more like memories of a strange man in a red green sweater and a razor glove but I can't remember anymore why I'm supposed to be scared. It was so long ago, and I'm now seventeen. My mother told me that when I was seven I had a terrible nightmare and after that I had never slept well. Every night she found me crying in my bed yelling that I didn't want to sleep. That nightmare had changed me. As a little girl I was always happy and social but after that nightmare I became quiet and always tired and scared to get anytime killed. But when I got older it stopped, I mean those strange nightmares. Or so I thought….

I t was an ordinary Monday in Springwood and it was summer and no school. It was a normal day: a little shopping, having fun with my friends and watching horror movies alone late at night. I yawned and looked at the clock, already two at night? Gee…why did time go so fast when you finally had found something entertainment? I close the television and walk upstairs.

I was so happy. The house was mine, just mine. My parents decided that I needed an own place and when dad got a job offer from New York I decided I wanted to stay with my friends. Don't ask why…

I washed myself and put on my blue night gown.

I got to bed, thinking about a million different things and slowly I fell asleep not knowing this would be the worst night in ten years.

I was in school walking along the long hallway. I hate dreaming about school; maybe I should go somewhere else since I can do that. I was about to step inside a classroom when I felt something…a presence somewhere very close, somewhere deep inside of this dream. I curiously follow my senses, leading me down to the schools cellar. It was so close…I didn't know was it something good or bad. But who cares?

I trace my hands along the walls and suddenly my hands go through the wall, like water or something.

¨ Huh? What's this? ¨ I push my hands deeper trying to touch something but I only feel warm air. The wall is ice cold and I quickly pull my hands back. Something deep inside my head was warning me but I ignored it.

¨ Go, or not to go eh? ¨ I turn around to leave but my curiosity kicks in and I jump through the wall. And at the same moment I regretted it.

¨ Aaah! Cold! ¨ Damn that wall, it was like jumping through ice cold water. I look up and freeze. Everywhere was pipes hissing angrily at me like snakes ready to attack. I look up and I can see catwalks going everywhere. Now this is what I call a labyrinth, how fun. I slowly walk deeper inside feeling that presence somewhere deep inside this place.

I walk up to a catwalk quietly sneaking further. I knew I had been here before…ten years earlier…This was so familiar, but in a scary way. Suddenly I hear a noise, like metal against metal and someone with a cold voice is laughing. I knew that voice but still I didn't remember.

I turned around to leave since my mind was telling me to run for your life. But that voice, that presence was far too familiar. I wanted to know…or did I? Maybe this was the nightmare I had when I was seven? But why should I now after ten years have the same dream? It just didn't make sense. This wasn't my dream since I had walked here from my dream. So, who is in control here?

I sneak in the shadows closer and slowly I lean forward looking down…

After that peak my life would never return back to what it was before I fell asleep. What I saw was like a hit in my face. Suddenly my mind was foggy and all my memories that I tried to forget came back like a big wave drowning me.

Down there was a man, Freddy Krueger himself, in his red green sweater, fedora and his glove was…inside a young boy who was dying. Oh God…I remember him and what happened ten years ago! No, no, no!

He hadn't changed at all. He was just as I remember him with his cold blue eyes. Now I understand why I was so scared of red and green when I was small. I wondered if he would remember me if he saw me. I guess he will remember me as the little piggy that got away. I look again at him and at the boy who was dying. There was blood on the floor, disgusting.

He whispered something in the boy's ear as his eyes closed for the last time. Then Freddy tossed the body away like dirt or something else unpleasant. He licked the blood slowly from his blades and something flew into his chest, it looked like a ghost or something. I soon realized it was the dead boy's soul and now it was inside that monster.

I was shaking madly, hands trembling. I have to get out now before he sees me! I remembered my hiding place but then realized I was not anymore seven. I would never fit in! I tried to imagine myself to another place but something held me back. I couldn't get out of this place! Don't panic, don't panic…

An idea struck me. In front of me at the other end of the catwalk was a hot pipe. Maybe if I touch it I would wake up to the pain? Somehow I couldn't get out of this place by my own, like Freddy was controlling it all, letting everything in but not letting anything out.

Trying to relax myself I backed and sneaked slowly along the catwalk, right above Freddy! I was walking right over Freddy Krueger who is a murderer! A murderer in dreams who had tried to kill me and here I am almost offering myself to him. I must be crazy…

Slowly, slowly…each step I took was so silent and careful. One mistake and I'm dead meat!

I still remember his threats and promises to kill me when I had escaped. I had been standing above him, like I'm now doing.

I'm almost there…I look down, he was leaning against the wall cleaning his dear blades, stroking them lovingly. That asshole…

¨Ouch! ¨ I suddenly hissed quietly. Damn pipes! My head hurt, why did these pipes had to be everywhere! I froze, looking down. Did he hear me? But Freddy was still cleaning his blades singing his terrible song…

¨ One two Freddy's coming for you…¨ Screech…he chuckles and waves his glove in front of his face admiring it.

Only a few steps and I would be off this metal catwalk. It was dark up here and I couldn't see clearly and that would soon send me into my worst nightmare.

I have to take a break because my heart was beating so fast and my knees felt so weak. I sit down taking a deep breath. All those memories…I remembered how he tried to kill me and somehow I had escaped and still I don't know how I did it. I watched Freddy for a while and then continued.

I took my last step and to my horror my foot kicks something sending it down with a terrible sound…It was such a loud noise that even dead people would have woke up.

¨What the...¨ Freddy mutters looking at the metal object that landed a couple feet away from him. He stared at it and slowly he looks upwards straight at me!

I stand still, taking a deep breath and look bravely into his eyes. Freddy is looking straight up with his cold eyes searching for the source of the noise. He couldn't see me!

¨ Three four, better lock the door…¨ he continues with his demonic voice.

I stood in shadows and he couldn't see me. But my luck ends when he suddenly disappears. Oh my God! Where is he?

I look behind me and I had to push my hand against my mouth so I wouldn't have screamed. He was right there at the other end of the catwalk walking straight at me. He looked so mad that I wanted to scream but he still couldn't see or sense me. I have to wake up! I didn't know how he couldn't sense me but since I didn't know how long it would last I decided to wake myself as quickly as possible. It's now or never…

I turn back; take a look at the hot pipe in front of me. I made my decision and suddenly I lunge at the pipe and I knew he could see me. But it was too late for him and that is a good thing for me.

I push my hand against the pipe and scream in pain. I woke up screaming in pain and agony. My hand was like burning! I rush to the bathroom and put my hand under cold water. I start to relax thinking on what just had happened.

Freddy saw me…he saw me…he's going to kill me!