Danielle folded the business card, sliding it into her pocket. She flinched upon hearing the shattering of glass, followed by the sound of something falling; something heavy and expensive.
"No! I REFUSE!" A voice shrieked.
They must be trying to sedate Lydia. Danielle concluded with a sigh. After glancing at a sign that demanded no cell phones in the room, she headed outside to get some fresh air and call the Witch Doctor.
"Good evenin'. Dr. Faciler's Voodoo Empo'ium, how kin ah' help ya'?"
"Erm..Well, I found your card..and I suppose I want to schedule an appointment." Danielle stated.
"You's suppose? Eida' ya' do, o' ya' duzn't."
"Okay then..I do." Danielle said after a pause. "Why are you so ghetto?"
"What's ghetto? You's kids and yo' hopscotch and hula hoops and Sony Playstashuns.."
"Riight.." Danielle contemplated hanging up, but maybe this guy could help.
"What do ya' need?" Dr. Facilier asked.
Danielle sighed, not knowing where to begin. "Uhm..we're being stalked by a ghost..type..guy..thing? That pretty much covers it.."
"Slap mah fro! What's he doin'?"
"Trying to kill us!"
"Ohh, dat isn't good!"
"DUH." Danielle frowned.
"How be he tryin' t'kill ya'?"
"In our damn dreams." Danielle's patience was running thin.
"What dun did ya' do t'make him so's mad?"
"I don't know!" Danielle shouted into her phone. "Can you help me or NOT?"
"I gotss'ta see whut ah' kin do. Ah' don't gotss' anydin' scheduled tonight. When ya' be comin'?"
"When my friend gets out of the hospital." Danielle growled.
"Right on! I'll be waitin', darlin."
"Ughh.." Danielle hung up; she already didn't like this guy. "What a freak."
As Lydia passed out, the stinging needle mark felt more like the tip of a knife. She grabbed something to pull herself up, then froze upon realizing she was holding onto a grave stone. She let go, backing away from it.
But then she took the time to read it.
An anxiety attack threatened to ensue as a result of her full name complete with her birth date and death date.
A rat scurried past her feet as she scanned her surroundings- a dark cemetery with no moonlight, yet the area was light enough for her to see the old tombstones and the dead trees. She glanced down and saw she was now in a short, white dress.
A boom of thunder, a flash of lightning. The snap of a branch, a sharp breeze.
The grind of metal against metal.
Past the rows of tombstones she ran, beyond the dismal trees.
She swiftly entered a thick forest, much darker than the graveyard. It suddenly was very quiet, which made her all the more nervous.
"Back so soon?"
Freddy grabbed her wrist, slamming her into a tree. She slid to the floor in defeat. Running was pointless. She just wanted to curl up and sleep; actually sleep.
She quietly curled up on the forest floor, listening to Freddy's distorted laugh. Vines curled out of the nearby bushes, wrapping around Lydia's wrists and ankles.
She grimaced in pain due to the many thorns, but she didn't care too much. Whatever. She kept her eyes closed as Freddy ripped her dress and cut through the back of her bra.
"I own you now, Lydia." He spoke as he pushed the tip of his index blade into her back. He smiled calmly as he started to cut his name into her skin. Her body tensed up as her flesh stung.
"Your body..your soul.."
He finished his first name and went onto writing Krueger under it.
"You forever belong to me.."
Lydia hissed in pain, her body shaking. She started to hope she would bleed to death right there.
"And don't ever.." He finished the e, "fucking.." Then the u, "forget.." The other e, "it.." And finally the r.
He deeply underlined Krueger, receiving a loud scream from Lydia.
Freddy pushed her dress up, frowning at the thick stitches in her hip. "When did I give you permission to get stitches?" He asked, cutting through them and reopening the wounds. "I don't like other people messing with my property.."
While she pathetically cried, he leaned down and began licking up the blood streaming down her back.
He sneered upon noticing the new stitches appearing in her side. Those damn doctors..always messing with his work..
"Why..are you doing this to me..?" Lydia whispered.
"I'll do whatever the fuck I want to do with you." He answered, flipping her over to press her back painfully into the ground, bringing her to even more tears and sobs.
"Stop!" She begged. "Please! I'll do anything you want!" She quickly added on to stroke his ego, "Master!"
"Good girl.." That was definitely something Freddy liked to hear. He leaned down to give her a rough, wet kiss, her own blood on his lips.
She woke up with nurses and a doctor giving her strange looks, one of those nurses plucking the thorns out of her skin. Lydia was too weak to turn over to show them her back.
"Miss Mengele?" The doctor waved a light in front of her eyes, and she followed it. "How are you feeling?"
"Mm..back hurts.." She mumbled. "Am I going to die..?"
A nurse patted her shoulder while the doctor answered, "You'll be just fine. There were strange complications with your first set of stitches, but now you're all set. Just take it easy, and avoid streneous activity until you're healed."
Lydia decided not to show them her back. It would make Freddy furious if his..artwork..was tampered with. She'd just have to wait for the bleeding to stop and hope she didn't get an infection. Speaking of infection...oh gods. She really hoped Freddy didn't have AIDs or something.
The doctor and a nurse left, and the remaining nurse motioned over at a stack of clothing. "Your friend just brought you some fresh clothes."
Lydia nodded a thanks, and the nurse left. Lydia got up, crossing the room to change into soft athletic pants and a tshirt, each step sending horrible pain through her hip and back. Tears fell from her eyes, but she forced herself not to sit down and cry. Instead, she soon left the room and met Danielle in the lobby.
It was obvious Lydia had been crying, but Danielle didn't comment. She told Lydia about Dr. Facilier, but Lydia wasn't too interested.
"So..we're going to waste money on a retard..sounds very productive, Danielle. Good job." Lydia rolled her eyes.
"We need whatever help we can get!" Danielle snapped as Lydia followed her out to the car. She climbed into the backseat where she laid on her stomach.
"Why are you on your stomach?" Danielle questioned while starting the engine.
"No reason." Lydia closed her eyes.
Danielle stretched her hand behind the front seats to grab Lydia's shirt and pull it up.
"Oh my god! WHY didn't you tell the freakin' doctor?" Danielle demanded as Lydia pulled the shirt back down over the cuts.
"Do you WANT Freddy to rip out my stitches again?" Lydia asked.
"He..did that..?"
"Yes."
"Oww.."
"Pretty much."
"Seriously? The back of an alley?" Lydia frowned, looking down the narrow alley at the neon sign: Dr. Faciler's Voodoo Emporium.
"Don't complain." Danielle looked around carefully before running to the building and knocking on the door. Lydia scowled, but followed.
A tall, black man with a pretty cool top hat opened the door. "Friends! You's must be da girls wid de boogeyman afta' ya'!"
"..Yeah, that's us. I'm Danielle, and she's Lydia." Danielle said flatly, but waved.
"Come in, mosey on in. Right On! Sit down at mah' table and we'll see whut we kin do!" Dr. Facilier smiled, leading them to the center of the building to a circular table. He moved his crystal ball to a shelf and replaced it with a deck of tarot cards.
"How are tarot cards going to save us?" Lydia frowned.
"Yo' negative vibes are goin' t'disrupt everydin'!" Dr. Facilier scolded her, spreading the cards face down on the table cloth.
"Can't you do something else?" Lydia demanded.
"I gots friends on de oda' side." He stated. "Now put yo' minds at ease. Ah' kin read yo' future. Ah' kin change it 'round some too. I'll look deep into yo' heart and soul- ya' do gotss' some soul, duzn't ya', Lydia?" He asked upon looking into Lydia's eyes as she uncomfortably copied Danielle, who had taken a seat.
"De cards kin tell de past, de present, and yo' future as well." Facilier sat in front of Danielle and Lydia. "Now git good and relaxed, den slowly move yo' hand ova' de cards. Don't pick de cards- let da cards pick ya'. When ya' feel sump'ng, some energy fum it, dat's de one. Danielle, ya' fust."
"If you don't do something worthwhile, death will be our future.." Lydia grumbled.
Dr. Facilier shushed Lydia and watched Danielle close her eyes, relaxing, yet concentrating on not falling asleep.
"Okay.." Danielle out stretched her hand, moving it across the table. She kept her eyes closed and waited. When she felt a magnetic pull, she picked up the card and handed it to Facilier. Slowly she did this twice more, then opened her eyes as Dr. Facilier flipped them over.
"Yo' fust card be Seven uh Cups. Dis represents yo' past. It symbolizes some situashun where many choices were possible. You's felt overwhelmed, and it wuz difficult t'make some decision. 'S coo', bro. De danga' be if ya' dun didn't make some choice, ya' would be left empty handed." Dr. Facilier told Danielle while she picked up the card, looking at the picture. She then put it down and picked up the second card.
"Next be yo' present. Knight uh Swo'ds. De knight shows us t'deal wid things appropriately and wisely. De energy brought by dis card be so's swiftly movin' it kin become chaotic. Dere be some great deal uh strengd offered by de knight, so's ya' need t'be ready fo' de changes he brin's.
"And finally yo' future. Ace uh Swo'ds!" Dr. Facilier declared, handing Danielle the third, "De streamers in de picture symbolize triumph- and dat's plum whut dis card be about. What some wonderfully powerful card. Right On! It signifies victo'y and triumph ova' difficulties. You's gotss'ta use great fo'ce and inna' strengd t'do whut be right."
"Yay! Good news!" Danielle smiled. Surely then, they would live! Right?
"Me next." Lydia stated.
Dr. Facilier nodded, putting the cards back into the spread and reshuffling them over one another.
Lydia waited for a few minutes, meditating in her seat before reaching out and selecting her three cards.
Dr. Facilier flipped over the first one, and he began telling her the card's meaning.
"King uh Pentacles fo' yo' past. De King uh Pentacles isn't afraid uh hard wo'k, so's in de past ya' wants'ed t'complete tax's. When ya' wuz angry, it wuz sho't lived. You's wuzn't stupid wid yo' money, dough ya' may gotss' been stubbo'n.
"Next we have the.." He flipped over the card, and Lydia frowned at the picture, "Devil."
"Great. So you're bringing christianity into this." Lydia sneered.
"Sh, sh, sh, girl! Doesn't matta' whut it's called, de meanin' be whut we need. Dink uh it as..de monster, if ya' wants'. Whatever. Now, as ah' wuz tryin' t'say befo'e ah' wuz so's rudely interrupted..dis card appears when some situashun be draggin' ya' waaay down and ya' feel helpless t'change it. It kin show some fo'm uh enslavement."
"Sounds about right." Lydia grumbled. Dr. Facilier gave her an apologetic smile and leaned forward to reach behind her and pat her back comfortingly; instead, she cried out in pain.
"Uh.." He quickly retracted his hand, looking rather confused. "Anyway..time fo' yo' dird card! Let's see.." He flipped it over, and Lydia was even more discouraged.
"Ugh!" She complained at the skeletal picture.
"Now, now! De Death card duzn't necessarily mean ya' gonna die. Dat's some common misconcepshun, darlin.
Lydia got up, walking towards the door. "I'm leaving!" She declared, before falling to the floor and breaking down crying.
Danielle rushed to her, trying to calm her down all while not touching her back. "Come on, Lydia. Come back to the table."
"Lydia, it duzn't mean ya're gonna die. It means some part uh yo' life gotss'ta end. It represents majo' change and transfo'mashun." Dr. Facilier told her as Danielle helped her up and led her back to the table.
Lydia sat down again, rubbing her eyes and mumbling, "Okay.."
"How exactly is this supposed to stop the guy in our dreams?" Danielle asked.
"Oh, it won't."
"THAT'S WHAT WE CAME HERE FOR, YOU RETARD!" Danielle shouted at him.
"Dere be no need t'be shoutin' at me! Calm down." Dr. Facilier gathered the cards into a stack and put them away. "If ya' duzn't wants' mah' help, den fine."
Danielle sighed, leaning back in her seat. "Just help us.."
"What's de magic wo'd?"
"Now!" She answered.
"Okay, okay..geez." Dr. Facilier spent the next twenty minutes helping the two girls align their chakra and try to clean their auras. He got them into a deep trance, then worked on vanquishing whatever had attached itself to their auras and subconscious minds.
"Dere we go!" Dr. Facilier smiled, pleased with his work. Lydia opened her eyes, but Danielle had fallen asleep during her trance. Lydia got up, ready to try to awaken Danielle, but Dr. Facilier stopped her. "Let's see whut happens." He insisted.
Lydia sat back down, nervously watching Danielle. She was relieved after ten minutes of waiting in silence; Danielle was neither shaking, crying, screaming, nor bleeding.
"Wow, we're finally free!" Lydia's eyes lit up and she grinned at Dr. Facilier. "How much do we owe you?" She asked, picking up her purse.
"Two hundred dollars."
Lydia's grin faltered. She put her purse down and picked up Danielle's. She gave him all the cash from Danielle's wallet, except for one dollar. Lydia then got her own money, contributing thirty dollars. "Here you go!" She gave the money to him.
"Danielle, wake up." She moved over to Danielle after Dr. Facilier thanked her for the money.
"Wake up." She repeated, shaking her shoulders.
"Hmm, what.." Danielle's eyes fluttered open and she sat up.
"Any dreams..?" Lydia questioned.
Danielle's eyes widened upon realizing the answer. "No!"
"Yay!" Lydia cheered.
"Let's go home and sleep!" Danielle stood up, grabbing her purse.
"Sounds like a plan!" Lydia danced a little, following Danielle out of the building while they both thanked Dr. Facilier. Yay, sleep!
Once they got back to the house, Lydia went straight to bed while Danielle took a shower. After her shower, Danielle put on shorts and a tank top, then went to check on Lydia.
"Lydia-" she blinked. Where was she? Danielle went downstairs to look in the living room and kitchen. Oh, well. Lydia was probably fine. Maybe she went to Walmart or something.
Danielle didn't feel too happy about Lydia leaving so suddenly without saying anything, but then again, Danielle wasn't her mother.
So she shrugged it off and went to bed.
Danielle was very happy to have had a full night's sleep, free of dreams of any sort. She wished she could sleep for the rest of the day, but she had a class to attend. Lydia still wasn't home though, which made her feel uneasy.
After a biology class, Danielle stopped by the cafeteria to get a salad. The cafeteria was strangely quiet, despite so many students eating lunch. Something was definately going on, but what? Why did they all seem so nervous, whispering amongst themselves?
Danielle choked on some lettuce upon hearing the name Fred Krueger. After a few moments of coughing, she turned to a group sitting at a table behind her. "Bryan, shut it! We don't want to hear your crap about Krueger!" A blonde girl told an athletic looking boy. Danielle figured he must be on the football team. Another girl sat with them, this one a brunette that didn't look like she cared about the conversation.
The brunette ate some spaghetti while Bryan replied, "Well, then it must be Sarah."
The blonde girl noticed Danielle watching, so Danielle asked, "What's everyone seem so weird this morning about?"
"Oh, well.. Six students were found dead last night." Bryan stated.
Danielle's eyes widened.
"Who?" Danielle asked softly. As she spoke, another girl joined the group. "Please don't say Lydia.." She mumbled.
"Lydia? The girl who sleeps through class?" The new addition to the table laughed and stated, "No." Tiara opened a bottle of soda while Bryan listed off the dead students.
"Scott Jones, Lisa Presley, Joe Jackson, Junie B. Jones, and Tom Sneddon."
"You forgot two others." The blonde pointed out. "There were a couple children killed too."
"Oh, yeahh. Twin girls, right, Stacey?" Bryan asked.
Stacey nodded, "Yeah. Pretty sad."
"How old were they?" Danielle asked solemnly.
"Don't remember. Do you, Jennifer?" Stacey asked the brunette.
"Six or seven." Jennifer gave some input.
"Kruuuegerr." Bryan sang.
"Ugh! Shut up!" Stacey threw a piece of chicken at his face.
"You mentioned the name Sarah earlier. Who's that?" Danielle asked.
The group was surprised she didn't know.
"You must be new around here. Springwood has a bad reputation for murders, so the authorities tend to keep them quiet." Tiara stated.
Danielle nodded, "A friend and I just moved here."
"Oh, yeah? Do you live on campus?" Stacey asked.
"No, we're over on Elm Street." Danielle answered. The group fell silent until Jennifer repeated, "Elm Street..?"
Danielle shifted uncomfortably. "..Anywayy.. Who's the Sarah chick?" she asked. "Well, a couple years ago, this maniac girl named Sarah went crazy." Bryan summed it up.
Stacey continued, "Sarah went on a homicidal rampage, killing dozens of people, starting with her boyfriend's Indian friend! It was terrible. The town was in an uproar, and she wasn't even caught."
Tiara went on, "She left the town, and no one bothered to find her. Too much trouble for our police force." She rolled her eyes.
Bryan nodded, "No one knows where she is now either. Some say she didn't even exist; she was just a cover up for Fred Krueger- surely, you've heard about that legend?"
"Bryan, don't talk about that crap!" Stacey snapped.
"Why, you're scared of the Boogieman? What about you? You heard of him?" Bryan looked at Danielle.
"Y-yeah.. I have.." She answered after taking a bite of her salad. Her phone went off, and she picked it up. Upon seeing the name flash on the screen, she quickly accepted the call. "Lydia!"
"Help me.." She begged weakly, but she didn't sound like she was in pain. "What.."
"I don't know whose blood this is.. Why is it on me..?" Lydia sounded disoriented and scared.
After you review [you WILL review..], go check out Sarah's story if you haven't! "My Nightmare on Elm Street" would be the title. =D