Danielle followed her father through some gates, excited to be in such a large zoo. She walked in front of her father as they progressed down the pavement, hoping they had enough time to see all the animals! "Dad, let's see the tigers first!" She said, pointing to a sign that directed them toward the tiger area.

"Dad?" She turned around. Weird. Where was he? Perhaps he had somehow gotten ahead of her? But he was still out of sight as she followed the path to the tiger habitat. She felt a bit nervous being alone, but the thought of seeing her favorite animal kept her calm.

"I love tigers!" She said aloud while walking around a fence, looking through the bars in search of the large cats.

"I do too. They taste great." A deep voice responded. Danielle jumped and looked around. The voice seemed to come from everywhere, yet she saw no one. Where had everyone gone?

Danielle sighed and leaned against the fence with her hand on a metal bar, but stepped away when she looked down at her hand; the fence was coated in wet blood.

"Ew!" She rubbed her hand on her jeans, but the blood wouldn't come off or even dry. When she returned her gaze to the red fence, she gasped and started to shake as she looked past it. The tigers were piled together, torn limb from limb and even beheaded.

"Dad!" She screamed and ran far from the slaughtered felines. She soon tripped over something and hit the ground hard on her elbows. She cried out in pain, the pavement having ripped some skin off the surface of her elbows, but the bleeding was minimal and she was lucky no bones were broken.

Danielle returned to her feet and froze in horror as she spotted what had caused her to stumble. Near her feet laid the bloodied head of her father, blank eyes gazing into space.

With a terrified shriek, Danielle fled from the tiger exhibit, tears burning her eyes as breathing became more difficult and her legs threatened to give out. "Help! Someone, please! Help me!" She called out.

She heard footsteps behind her and turned around hopefully. That strange burnt man she had seen before was mere inches away, shoving the decapitated head into her face.

"What, you don't want quality time with daddy?" Freddy tossed the head into the air. When he caught it, he crushed it in the blades, the skull cracking loudly.

"L-leave me alone!" Danielle's voice cracked and her knees gave in. She collapsed to the concrete and emitted a high pitched whimper. "Please.." She choked on some sobs as she forced her eyes away from Freddy.

The man knelt down and ran the blades through Danielle's hair, smearing blood onto the strands.

"Highlights look great on you."

"Get away! Don't touch me!" Danielle tried to crawl away, then the environment shifted to the boiler room. She grabbed onto a rail and pulled herself up, relieved to be away from that man.

Some fire roared behind her, and Danielle spun around, her heart skipping a beat. She took a few deep breaths then followed a passage down to lower levels of the boiler room. She slowed to a stop when she spotted a small blonde girl, no older than five or six.

"What the hell..?" She whispered. What was a child doing in a place like this?

"There's no escape. He's very good at hide and seek." The girl said, watching Danielle with unblinking eyes.

"Who?" Danielle asked.

"Freddy, of course."

"Freddy who? Danielle demanded; however, the girl vanished after Danielle's next blink.

"We'll make sure you never forget my name.." Freddy stated.

Danielle turned to look at him. "N-no..not you again.." she began to shake from her head to her feet. Before she could turn to run, Freddy grabbed her wrist and gave a low chuckle.

"You're not going anywhere."

"Let go! HELP!"

"No one can help you," Freddy shook his head, "You're my prey now, Danielle."

She kept struggling against his grasp, but fear was swiftly paralyzing her movement. She felt as if the world was slowing down.

"I haven't had any fun in a while.." Freddy told her. He planned on getting as much out of this as he could.

"I haven't done anything! I don't deserve this!" Danielle shouted through her tears. She screamed as Freddy slowly licked her face, then asked, "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

She pushed him back and he told her, "Your tears are delicious."

Danielle sat down, hugging her knees and tightly closing her eyes. "Wake up, wake up, wake up.." She kept repeating to herself.

"Leaving so soon? I don't think so!" He grabbed her leg, digging the sides of his blades into her ankle and lower leg and dragging her across the floor back to him.

"No, stop!" She screamed as her skin ripped open. Spiders exited her body by the hundreds with the steady flow of blood, and Danielle stared in disgust, unable to move and unable to scream.

She looked down at her shaking hand, watching the bumps under her skin. She managed to resume screaming as each inch of her body itched with the thousands of bugs moving beneath her skin.

"Please, make it stop!" She sobbed, looking up at Freddy. This was too much; too disgusting and too horrible. Danielle soon vomited at least a pint of blood. "It's in my hair!" She cried in despair as she pulled as her sticky hair.

Freddy laughed as he watched this unusual form of torture, and was further entertained when lice dominated Danielle's scalp.

Danielle nearly looked like she was having a seizure as she desperately rubbed her body against the floor and furiously scratched her head. Lice fell from her hair, yet the intense itching only intensified by the second.

When poor Danielle thought things couldn't possibly get any worse, she started to cough up something. She reached into her mouth to pull out a worm and quickly drop it as more of them crawled from her throat to her lips.

Her screams echoed through the building, until she realized she couldn't inhale anymore air. The worms crawled out of not only her mouth, but her nose and ears, and even from her vagina where they made their way down her thighs and legs. Sticky residue covered her body.

Freddy levitated Danielle onto her feet, a few inches off the floor, slamming her into a wall and telepathically holding her there.

Her vision kept flashing white as she tried to gasp for air, but none filled her lungs.

"Am I bugging you yet?" Freddy whispered and pressed his burnt lips to Danielle's mouth and slid his tongue past her teeth.

"Come on! Wake UP!" Lydia had been shouting and slapping Danielle. When she finally had awoken, she sat up and gasped for air, grabbing Lydia's arm and squeezing. Danielle inspected her hands and arms for those bumps under her skin, but none were there. Her skin looked no different, except for the blood streaming down her foot from the cuts on her ankle and leg. She let go of Lydia and reached down to touch the cuts, then screamed at the single spider crawling on her foot.

"Get it off! LYDIA, GET IT OFF!" She shrieked. Lydia flicked it away then dropped a nearby book on it.

"Danielle, these cuts.. I've been watching you shake, and..the cuts just appeared from nothing, and..and.."

"Bandages..do we have bandages..?" Danielle asked before bursting out into tears.

"No..but I do have a box of bandaids. Hold on." Lydia patted Danielle's shoulder and went upstairs, soon returning with a box of Hello Kitty bandaids.