"Oh, thank God," Mrs. Woods said from the living room the following morning when Erik came down the stairs.
"For what?" He asked, walking in and standing beside her.
"The police found that crazy murderer's dead body in some pond this morning," His mother said, taking a small sip from her coffee mug.
"Oh? R-Really…do they know how he died?" Erik questioned, his heart starting to thump quickly.
"They're not sure, but if somebody killed him, I'm sure they wouldn't be arrested; they would probably just be trying to protect themselves from the creep and wouldn't be charged." She took another sip. "Your breakfast is on the kitchen table."
Erik nodded, relieved to hear he wouldn't be arrested if the cops found out…or at least, that's what his mother had said. He walked into the kitchen and saw Brittany at the table, eating her toast and listening to her iPod. Erik sat across from her and silently ate, thinking about the night before. He jumped when his cell phone went off.
He swallowed and answered it. "Hello?"
"Did you sleep last night…?"
"Alex?"
"Yeah, it's me, Alex…"
"Yeah, I did, why?"
"Well…" She said, sighing. "I couldn't. I'm dead tired. I kept having horrifying images of his dead body just floating in the dark pond…"
"It's ok Alex, don't worry. He's in the past; we just got to move on."
"Yeah…I know. Adam and Kate said they got good night's sleep, too. I just feel weird."
"Don't. It's not weird... I don't blame you for that."
"Uh huh... You're right… At least somebody made me feel better. The others just said, 'Oh, well I slept fine, I don't know why you didn't.'"
"Really?"
"Ok, so they didn't really say that, but they didn't really care. I got to go, my mom's up my ass right now, see you in school."
"Bye," Erik hung up the phone and his sister raised her eyebrows.
"What was that about?"
"Nothing," Erik snapped, taking one last bite from his toast, grabbing his bag, and exiting through the backdoor. Brittany shook her head, and continued eating at her own slow pace.
"Ok class," Mrs. Hillingburg, Alex, Erik, and Sam's Biology teacher said after the bell rang, "Today, we are going to watch a movie."
Everybody cheered, and Mrs. Hillingburg held up a boney hand.
"I want you to write 15 facts from the movie, and you need to copy and answer the 3 questions on the board, and hand it in at the end of class."
The cheering turned into moaning and everybody got paper and pens and pencils out.
Erik flicked a paper football over to Sam, hitting her in the arm. She glared at Erik, and smirked when she saw it was him. She rolled her eyes and opened the football up.
"Did you sleep at all last night?" Erik wrote sloppily. She brushed some blonde hair behind her ear, and looked over at him, shaking her head and mouthing the word "no."
Erik gave her a worried look as the lights flicked off and the movie started.
Alex held her head up with her two hands, her elbows resting on her table. She managed to watch 5 minutes of the movie before uttering the words, "This is so boring…"
"Alex…" A voice called from the hallway. Alex perked her head up and looked over at Mrs. Hillingburg, who was focused on the movie. She looked around at her peers, just as bored as she was. Did any of them hear it?
"Alex…" The voice called again, this time more loudly. She stood up and started slowly walking towards the hallway, tiny droplets of water hitting her head. She stopped and looked up, just as a drop of water fell. It landed right in her eye, and she quickly closed it and massaged it. She started walking again, and heard the voice.
"Alex…Alex…"
Alex walked out into the empty hallway, and looked right and left. No one. Just then, the classroom door slammed closed behind her. She struggled with the door knob.
"Hello? Can somebody let me in? It's locked!" She called, banging on the door. Nobody in the classroom moved an inch. "Mrs. Hillingburg?! Sam?! Erik?!" She felt more drops falling on her head, and heard her name called out.
"Alex…"
"What the hell do you want?!" She screamed, spinning around and seeing water flowing out from under the girls' bathroom door down the hall. She began walking down the eerily silent hallway, hearing water dripping from all directions. She pushed the bathroom door open and a small wave of water poured out, which was only a little bit below her knees.
"Gross!" She said. "It's probably toilet water!"
"Alex."
She looked up, wide-eyed. The bathroom was dripping wet, and smelled horrible. She slowly walked in.
"Hello?"
The door slammed shut behind her, and the lights began flickering as she heard whispering from all directions, echoing everywhere.
"Show yourself!" She yelled. Simultaneously, all of the bathroom sinks turned themselves on, gushing out hot water. The steam rose and covered up all of the mirrors, and an invisible finger wrote out words across the mirrors.
"You're troubles have just begun?" She read out loud, frightened. Suddenly, a bathroom stall burst open and closed. Then another did the same, followed by another, and soon all of the stalls were doing it. The hot water began to overflow onto the floor, and the room got steamy. The whispering got louder, and suddenly everything ceased as a mirror on the far end of the bathroom cracked.
"You know what they say…" The same voice that was calling her named echoed. "A broken mirror brings bad luck…"
A damp, boney hand clasped Alex's shoulder and she shrieked, spinning around.
"Oh my God…NO!"
There stood William Jameston. The William Jameston that had been killed the night before, staring back down at her with cold, grey eyes.
"You're not real!" Alex screamed in his face, and he shot his hand at her throat, grabbing it and squeezing it, choking her.
She kicked him in the crotch and pushed him into the wall, splashing hot water at him with her other foot and running to the farthest stall and locking herself in it, trembling. She backed up onto the toilet and squatted low.
"There are only so many places you can be hiding…" Will said in a bored voice and began walking slowly. Alex listened closely, and heard what sounded like knives scraping against metal. Just then, the toilet beneath her shot water out and began bubbling. She screamed and jumped off and a metal-claw rose out of the toilet water, facing her.
"WHAT'S GOING ON?!" She screamed as a figure began to rise out, wearing a hat and red and green striped sweater. The claw belonged to his right hand, which appeared to have a glove on it with knives for fingers. The figure lifted up its head, revealing a horribly burned face.
"OH MY GOD," Alex wept, backing up into the stall door, which flew open, and William was standing there. Alex screamed and ducked low as William came into the stall, ignoring her. She quickly bolted and ran for the bathroom door at the other end of the room, trying to open it.
"What are you doing here?" William asked, looking at Freddy from head to toe. "Popping out of toilets in other peoples' dreams? Oh, how low can you go, Frederick?!"
"What did you call me?" Freddy growled.
"Frederick Cougar!"
"It's KRUEGER. Krueger you ass wipe!" Freddy yelled angrily.
"Oh, I'm sorry," William insisted. "No, really, I am. Here, let me give you a HAND."
The toilet next to Freddy exploded, soaking him.
"Is that the best you've got?" Freddy laughed. "Sure, that was annoying, but SCARY? PAINFUL? Hell no!" Freddy swiped his claw through the air, and William was sent flying back, crashing into a mirror above a sink, four neat scratches appearing in his shirt.
"Ha, ha, ha, that's how it's done," Freddy smirked, stepping out of the stall and turning his head to stare into Alex's eyes. Alex's eyes widened and she screamed as Freddy began taking small steps toward her.
"Don't be afraid…" Freddy said in what he thought was a caring voice as he held out his clawed-hand.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Alex screamed. Freddy raised his hand, ready to strike, when he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. "ARGH!" He reached to the back of his head and ripped out a knife. He studied it, and turned around, glaring at William, who stood at the other end of the bathroom, holding another knife.
"Ok, so maybe you do have some tricks up your sleeves, but you're no match for my expertise," Freddy said.
"Bring it on, asshole."
"Oh, I intend to."
The two yelled triumphantly as they charged at each other, William holding his knives high, Freddy his glove. William threw an endless supply of knives at Krueger, and he smacked them all away, swiping his glove like a madman.
"YOU-CAN'T-DE-FEAT-ME!" Freddy said in between swipes. He charged at William, and extended his foot, delivering a mighty blow to his stomach. William yelped and went soaring across the room, smacking into the wall far behind him. Freddy snickered, and walked up to him. William looked up, rubbing his head, and looked at a mirror towards Krueger's left. Freddy squinted at Will, and then turned to look at the reflection of himself. Suddenly, the reflection's glove was raised and broke through the mirror, grabbing Freddy's collar and starting to drag him into the mirror. William laughed as he stood up and Fred struggled to not get sucked in. Alex quickly continued to try and open the door as William started walking towards her.
"Now that he is out of the way…" He moaned as Krueger was pulled into a mirror and vanished as the mirror smashed into pieces, his yell fading away, "I can finish what I had begun, Alex…"
"No! Please! Spare me!" Alex pleaded, getting on her knees.
"Sorry, but I think not," Will said, raising a knife high, grasping it with two hands. Just as he went to stab her, a hole appeared in the floor, and a hand pulled Alex in, Freddy's laugh emitting from it. Alex screamed bloody murder as she fell into the hole, which quickly closed. Will, missing Alex, stabbed into the tiled floor and cursed.
"Wait until I get my hands on that bastard…"
