Chapter 4 A party to remember…
Silence…pure silence…I really love it but this is too much. Freddy was haunting my mind and I couldn't get rid of him. I was lying on the bed, but I made dam sure I didn't fall asleep. I wouldn't let Freddy kill me that easy.
He had tried to…kiss me last night. I was still in chock, thank god I woke up! Should I read something? No, I should try to come up with a plan to survive this nightmare madman. But I honestly didn't know what to do. I knew I wouldn't be able to stay many nights awake, maybe four with luck.
If Freddy had kissed me, how would it have felt? Somehow it felt like he hadn't really tried to kill me. Or is it just my imagination? And what do I care!
Suddenly I heard the phone ring. I clumsily got up and answered.
¨ Hi Melissa! ¨ It was Mary, one of my friends. She was always smiling and joking, just what I needed to cheer up.
¨ Hi Mary. Well…I'm bored! What's up? ¨ I sat down on the couch and took a comfortable position, this could take long, especially when talking with Mary.
¨Guess what! It's terrible…Patricia is dead! ¨ she almost yelled. ¨ Can you believe it? Murdered in her bed! ¨. I almost dropped the phone, oh shit! So, she died. I should have known, I just wasn't sure. Now one person is dead. What if he kills more, or any of my friends!
¨Hey, you still alive there? ¨. I almost jumped; I totally forgot I was speaking with Mary.
¨ Huh? Oh, I'm here, don't worry.¨ I sighed, I was feeling very bad at the moment.
¨Anyway, Brad told me he's having a party, even if she's dead. But many didn't like her so…why not? ¨ she continued, I heard she wasn't so sad after all for Patricia's death. She had been more worried for her own life.
I was quiet, thinking. It couldn't harm right? Why not…a little something else than Freddy, Freddy, Freddy…
¨ Of course I'm coming. When? ¨ I jumped up a bit more excited. A party was just what I needed.
¨ I'll pick you up between nine and ten. He said it would start from eight but as we know it's always better to be a bit late. I hate to be one of the first…¨
We talked a bit longer about boys and stuff like that and then hung up. I was feeling much better. Maybe this would cheer me up?
The rest of the day I planned what to put on and decided to wear jeans and a tank top, my favourite. I listened to some music and soon Mary picked me up and so we arrived at Brad's place.
¨ Now this is what I call a party! She is so right: the house is huge; here are so many people and good music. This would be fun!
Mary and I walked to the others from our little girl gang. We dance, drink and talk with new people. I totally forgot my problems but then something unexpected happened. I was standing with Mary talking when I heard someone talk about Patricia…
¨…yes, killed in her own bed! I heard that she had nightmares and one day she asked if I had any nightmares! Weird…And then she told about a face-burnt man with a razor glove who chased her. She called him Freddy K something…weird huh? ¨
¨ Melissa are you listening? ¨ I quickly hissed at her to shut up. That girl knew about Freddy and Patricia had dreamed of him earlier. How did they know about him?
¨….and maybe she was loosing it, you know, going crazy. And then…¨ Someone pushed me from behind and I didn't hear what she said but I had heard enough. Mary had too heard them because she had a worried and confused look on her face. Now she knew him too…
¨ What the fuck was they talking about? Who the hell is Freddy K? ¨ she asked looking at me. I was quiet, I didn't hear her. This was getting so complicated. Why had Patricia dreamed of him?
¨ Mel, do you know any Freddy K huh? Mel? ¨ she looked worried at me because I was terrified. I didn't understand…if not…
¨ She knew him! I know him, that's why he killed her and why he has only visited my and Patricia's dreams. It has to be! ¨ I whispered to her.
¨ What are you talking about? You sound as crazy as Patricia.¨ she said shaking my shoulders. ¨C'Mon, you know that's totally crazy. Where did you get that from? ¨ I drag her outside so no one would hear us.
¨ Ok, just listen. This is crazy, but it's true. I know Freddy Krueger and yes, I have seen him. He has even tried to kill me! ¨ Mary looked chocked, mouth wide open. So, I continued. ¨ Patricia died because Freddy kills only them who know him in their dreams or in fact, in their nightmares! ¨
¨ But how can…¨ she began but I cut her off.
¨ He is a dreamkiller. He kills you in your dreams and if you die there, you die for real. Do you understand me? You are now in danger, you can't sleep anymore and that's why…¨
¨ …why you have been so tired. Ok, that's it. You're going crazy! Maybe its best you go home and rest.¨ she yelled and looked at me angrily, arms crossed. I sighed, I tried to explain but I knew she wouldn't believe me until she personally met Freddy. And that would be too late for her. I gave her a sad look, I was going home.
¨ I have warned you, but remember if you die, you die for real. Call me if you survived the night cause I'm not going to sleep.¨ I shouted at her, why was she so stupid? I whirled around and walked home. I didn't have my own car with me so I walked.
It was cold and dark. It looked up at the stars feeling tears running down my cheek. Mary would die if she hadn't any luck. I was shaking and crying now. Life is so unfair! After a while I came home and made some coffee. I turned on the television and prepared to stay up the whole night once again…
Meanwhile…
Mary had waked up in a weird place full of pipes and machines. What happened? She remembered how angry she was at Mel and how she drove home. And when she got home she…
¨ I fell asleep, I'm dreaming!¨ She sighed in relief, even if this dream felt too real she knew it was just a dream so there is nothing to worry about. Suddenly Melissa's words entered her mind. If you die, you die for real¨. She gulped; it couldn't be true, that was impossible. Dreams do not kill. But she wasn't anymore so sure. She looked around, took a deep breath and pinched herself hard.
¨ Aaah! Damn! ¨ She rubbed the sore spot and suddenly she felt her blood freeze. It hurt…it hurts! What the hell! And then she felt something else. Something was behind her! She didn't want to look, not now not ever! But she had to…Slowly she turned around and nothing in the whole world could have prepared her for what she saw. And she screamed.
¨ Well, hello there. Nice to see…new flesh here. Good, it has been boring since I killed that bitch…¨ What Mary saw was a man with a terrible burnt face, a fedora on his head, red-green sweater and…She gulped, she saw the glove with blades on his right hand.
¨ Oh God! ¨ she yelled. ¨ No, no, no…¨
¨ Not God, Freddy Krueger and yes, yes, yes! ¨ he laughed with his deep evil voice. ¨ So, you're Melisssssssas friend right? ¨ He stared at the trembling girl in front of him, oh she was so scared. She couldn't even run away, how delicious…
¨ You…you aren't real. It's impossible. ¨ she couldn't speak anymore and with that she run away from him as fast as she could. She turned left and right but she didn't find a way out.
¨ You won't have the same luck that Melissa had! ¨ She heard his voice too close. She took a look behind her. Shit, he was right behind her! Suddenly she stumbled and fell hard on the cement floor. Before she got up Freddy grabbed her neck and pulled her up turning her face against his. Mary was crying, why didn't she listen to Melissa?
¨ Please don't. I'll do anything…¨ she sobbed. And she cried even more when she saw no mercy in the killers eyes.
¨ Don't what? Kill you? ¨ he roared and stabbed her in her stomach. Mary screamed in pain and felt how blood was running down on her legs. She felt her strength, her life running out of her body painfully and slowly. She felt so weak, so helpless. Why didn't she listen to Melissa?
¨ One two Freddy's coming for you¨. Freddy started to sing that terrible song and tossed Mary on the floor. She took her last breath and suddenly she felt her soul been sucked inside Freddy. Now, she was one of Freddy's children.
Freddy chuckled and dragged the body deeper into the boiler room. He had killed this bitch fast because he was waiting for his Melissa to fall asleep but he could feel that she still had the strength to stay up at least two nights. But he had a feeling that he would see her very soon. He chuckled; oh they would have some real fun. He looked at his glove thinking about Melissa and her pretty eyes in which he could drown. He had never felt that kind of feeling and it made him angry. He wasn't supposed to feel nothing! He roared in anger, determined to kill her…maybe.