Shoving my bewilderment aside, I walked down the aisles of desks to find a place to sit.

"Hey Emilie!"

I looked to see Simon waving at me.

"There's a seat over here!"

"Cool," I thought to myself. "There's a seat right between him and .. UHG ..Scott!"

I sighed, but took the seat anyway. At least I was by someone I knew … sort-of.

"Nice to see you again!" Scott smirked.

"Wish I could say the same," I muttered, rolling my eyes.

Scott ignored my obvious lack of interest in him and continued to prattle on.

"So were you serious? .. About where you live and all that!? "

"Yeah," I answered. "Why would I lie!?"

Scott snickered. "You seriously don't know!?"

"Know what!?" I hissed. I was getting very frustrated, and Scott's teasing wasn't helping!

"A child murder used to live there!"

"What!?" I asked skeptically

"I'm serious!" Scott whispered. "His name was Freddy Krueger! He took like … twenty kids down to the boiler room of an abandoned power plant and killed them all!"

"Wait, did you say a power plant?" I asked. He nodded his head excitedly.

"Yeah, a really old one!"

"Oh my God!" I muttered. "I can see that place from my window!"

"Dude, that's bitchin'!" Scott laughed.

"Quiet back there!" Mr. Taylor shouted.

"Sorry!" Scott laughed back.

"Okay, so there was a child murder there once," I said, lowering my voice. "What's the big deal? He's gone now…. Right?"

"Yeah," Scott said. "But the way he went out was pretty knarly!"

"What happened?"

Scott smiled and scooted closer to me. "Well, he gets arrested, right!? He goes to court and they sentence him to life in jail, but then …… something went wrong. The judge screwed up, signed in the wrong place or something…… Freddy goes free."

I sat there emotionless. "Then … what happened to him?"

Scott grinned. "This is the good part."

I got the feeling that this "good part" was going to leave me feeling sick.

"So then parents, they're furious that Freddy got to walk free. So they decide to take matters into their own hands………. They set the boiler room on fire, with him in it!"

"They burned him alive!?" I gasped.

"They sure did!"

"That's sick!" I mumbled, trying not to think about it.

"Really!?" Scott mused. "That's not even the creepy part!"

"There's more!?" I asked, shocked.

"Hell yeah there is!"

"Shut it Scott!" Simon hissed from the other desk. "You're going to freak her out!"

"No he's not!" I shot back indignantly. "Please, I've got to know what happened!"

Scott repressed a laugh. "Okay. So then this family comes along…. this was about ….err… fifteen years ago, I think… and they move into the house. The daughter of that family went insane, like… totally off her rocker! She said that Freddy was coming into her dreams, trying to kill her! In the end, her mom died in the house from burning to death and the daughter was sent off to the crazy house!

"Dude, that's fucking sick!" I whispered hoarsely.

"Yeah," Scott agreed. "And then that daughter who went crazy, she ended up becoming a psychologist, she actually tried to help a group of kids who suffered from the same crazy dreams and shit…. And dude, ….all of those freakin' kids ended up dieing!"

I sat there, not sure what to say.

"Do you think ….his ghost might be haunting the house?"

"Why?" Scott smirked. "Don't tell me you believe that stuff!"

"Not really," I told him. "It's just … I saw this weird figure outside my window and … well .. I did have this weird dream…."

"She 's next!" Scott shouted in a mocking manner. "Freddy's next victim, she'll be dead or in the loony bin by the end of the week!"

The class began to laugh and Mr. Taylor stood up seething. "How dare you disrupt my class!" He shouted. "To the principal's office, NOW!"

Scott scampered out of the classroom still snickering.

"Sorry about that," Simon sighed. "Scott is such a prick!"

"It's fine," I assured him. I could care less what that idiot said. There were more important things at hand, like, who was this "Freddy Krueger" person, really ? And … was he seriously stalking my dreams?