Let's get this over with. I thought as I took a seat towards the back of the class room. My first period was history and man was it boring. Our history lessons were a little different since they included the supernatural creatures that humans thought to be fantasy, creatures such as dragons, werewolves (obviously), vampires, demons, ghosts, and poltergeists, the usual. But even so, it was still as boring as ever, repeating the same historical events each time a new school year started. I rested my head on my hand as I barely paid much attention to our teacher's, Mr. Rowland's, "warm up lecture". I struggled to stay awake as he started talking about government cover ups in the early 1900s. What? I didn't get much sleep last night, y'know with the nightmares and all…. I really should stop watching horror movies before bed. Anyway back to the point, Mr. Rowland was continuing to drawl on in his monotone voice….

I opened up my eyes and found myself in an unfamiliar area. I was no longer in my classroom but instead, I was outside. There was a large white house in front of me with a red door. There was an eerie fog rolling in and I could hear the giggling of children in the front lawn. I was also wearing a white, lacy dress and white shoes. Walking forward, I saw two little boys tossing a ball back and forth and three little girls playing jump rope. There was one girl on either side of the rope, swinging it, and the last one was jumping over it.

"One, two, he's coming for you." They began to chant.

"Three, four, better lock your door." Wait a minute, I know this rhyme.

"Five, six, grab your crucifix." No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't figure out why everything looked so familiar.

"Seven, eight, gonna stay up late." This is so annoying! I know I've heard this rhyme and seen this somewhere!

"Nine, ten, never sleep… AGAIN!" I screamed and turned around as someone shouted the finally part at me. Gasping, I could see the shadow of a man with a fedora on his head and what looked like long finger nails on his right hand. He howled with laughter. "Oh, don't you remember me, little bitch?" His voice dripped with mock hurt, complete with his long fingernail hand going over his heart. Without a second thought, I ran towards the house, screaming all the way.

I slammed my back against the door as I made it inside and panted. God why does everything seem so familiar? I racked my brain for an answer and each time I got close to one, it would slip away from me. "Let me give ya a hint, bitch." Husked a voice from behind me. I squealed in terror and tried to get away, but suddenly two chained cuffs snapped around my wrists and ankles.

He chuckled lightly as he swaggered around to the front of me. I could see him perfectly now. He had burnt skin and was a wearing dirty red and green striped shirt. He had on filthy brown slacks with dirt, and who else knows what else, encrusted combat boots. He also had a dirty brown fedora on his, I assume balding, head. He suddenly removed his fedora and bowed. "Freddy Krueger, at your service madame." He cackled. No,nononono! This can't be happening. He isn't real! I have to wake up! WAKE UP DAMN YOU!

I jolted upright and I realized that I was back in the classroom, sitting in my chair, the chains gone. I sighed in relief and closed my eyes, slumping back into my chair. "Miss Ulrica if you would please pay attention." I heard the teacher say. "Sorry sir." I mumbled and sat upright in my chair. I looked ahead toward the blackboard, expecting to see my teacher standing there. Instead, I saw blood splatter all over the board and the walls along with large claw marks across them.

I turned to the person beside me and screamed in horror and disgust. His throat looked like it had been ripped out, blood still spurting from the gaping hole. I got up from my chair quickly and retched on the floor. A quick glance around confirmed that the rest of the class was dead, also by gruesome means. "Oh my god! This can't be happening…" I whispered, whipping vomit from my mouth. I heard mumbled growling from the front of the classroom, where the teacher was. Eyes widening in shock, I watched as a ginormous werewolf tore the insides out of my teacher.

The werewolf had to be at least 20 feet tall and was incredibly muscular, it looked like there wasn't an ounce of fat on it! It was also a dull, pitch black with crimson red stripes running horizontally down its back and the side of its muzzle. There was also crimson around its eyes, running down to the tip of its mouth. The ears, tail, elbows, and paws were tipped with the same scarlet coloration and it had dark red spikes over its brow bone.

I stood there, staring at the creature in front of me. There was no way that werewolf was one of us, it's impossible for a member of the clan to get that big, not to mention that its coloration and eye color was unheard of. It turned its crimson eyes onto me and cocked its head to one side. Scarlet fluid caked its mouth and claws. It didn't attack or make any aggressive movements towards me; it just stood there, staring expectantly at me.

"W-What are you?" I asked timidly. It continued to stare at me for a moment more before turning its gaze onto the dead classmate that sat next to me.

"Wolfy! Wake up before Mr. Rowland catches you!" I jolted awake at Rodney's voice. Rodney was the student who sat next to me. "Rodney, if you would please be quite and focus on your lesson." Mr. Rowland gave Rodney a stern look. "Sorry, Mr. Rowland." Rodney said. Thank god. It was only a dream. I thought as I focused on Mr. Rowland.

~The Labyrinth~

Pinhead sighed as Freddy continued to curse and swipe his claws at the air. He knew what Freddy was so upset about but what happened was essential to what he has had planned. It told him that the time had come. He casts a glance at Jason, Michael, Tommy, Bubba, and John, all of whom looked just as bored as he was at seeing the same scene play before them.

"Frederick if you would please calm down so I can explain why I have summoned you all here." Pinhead ordered and Freddy didn't need to be told twice after a few incidents where he didn't listen. He settled on leaning against the wall and mumbling obscenities under his breath. "Now, I have summoned you all because, as I'm sure you all know, our powers are waning. We do not have as much control over the humans as we once had. Their fear has now been directed toward our "remake" counterparts.

"And I'm sure you all know that we can harm our "counterparts" but not kill them. We needed a special… addition to our ranks in order to put them back in their place. I have known of one for some time now-" Pinhead was suddenly cut off by the dream demon. "So you mean to tell us that you knew of them this whole time and never fucking told us?! We could have been done with those assholes years ago!" Freddy objected. "Now, Mr. Krueger, I'm sure he had a good reason for not telling us about this… addition." John said, hoping to placate the dream demon before things got out of hand.

"If I may continue, I have kept this from you because she was not yet ready but the recent altercation that Frederick has told me about indicates that the time is near and that we need to get to her before they can. My team of cenobites have informed me that the remakes now know of her and wish to either turn her against us or kill her. Either way, we need to get her and soon." Pinhead finished.

So who is "she"? Michael showed Pinhead the notepad that had the question that was on everyone's mind written on it. Pinhead gestured to the table, which now had a few files on top of it. "All the information you need is there. I will meet you all at the Myers house when she has been captured. Oh and the family she lives with is very close-knit. Good luck." Pinhead added before he casted the killers out of the Labyrinth. "The ancient pact will be honored once again." He mumbled before walking out of the room.

~Alaska~

I sighed and flopped down onto my back on the couch. "I hate English…" I heard my sister mumble from her face planted position on the floor. "Tell me about it." I huffed. "But at least you get to relax tonight while I help babysit the pups."

"C'mon! It can't be that bad!" She rolled over onto her back to look up at me. "Sure there are a few rascals but most of them are good little puppies." I secretly rolled my eyes. "Yeah sure." I mumbled underneath my breath. We stayed there until mom and dad came home from work. Our mother worked as a paralegal at a law firm and dad was the alpha male so he was basically the governor or mayor of the "town" to put it simply.

Mom had blonde hair with highlights in it and she had an average figure. She was the average mom too but she could be strict when she needed to be. Dad had graying black/dark brown hair and everyone always said that Shamira resembled him the most. He was very strict and liked things to be done his way. He would never hit either of us or be verbally abusive but he would go quite and not talk to you and that was worse than getting yelled at.

"Hey mom! Hi dad!" My sister chirped happily as she hugged each of them in turn. I repeated the act more out of respect than actual desire to do so. "Ready for the moonlight run tonight?" My mom smiled. "You bet!" My sister was very giddy with excitement, I wish I could say the same for myself.