BUMP.
Erik's eyes shot open suddenly as there came a loud bump from the hall.
BUMP.
He heard it again. He reached over and turned his bedside lamp on, squinting as his eyes adjusted to the sudden light. He stood up and slowly made his way towards his door. He suddenly heard a tearing noise, and he shot around. He watched in horror as four silver knives clawed their way through his bedsheets, and a hand rose out from a huge hole in his bed, with a red and green striped sleeve. Erik took off running out into his hall, calling out, "Mom!! Dad!!"
"THEY CAN'T HELP YOU NOW, LITTLE BOY!" A voice rang in his ears as he pried his parents' bedroom door open. He ran over to their bed and ripped the covers off of them, screaming. There lay his parents, their eyeballs ripped from their sockets, jaws dangling open, and blood overflowing from their open mouths and empty eye sockets. He back up slowly, his eyes wide. He bumped into the wall, and stared at his parents, tears welling in his eyes. He suddenly heard a moaning sound, and looked to his right, watching, astounded, as a face formed in the wall. The face seemed to be popping out from the wall, actually stretching the wall. It turned and looked towards Erik, and Erik could see a grin across it's face. Erik punched at the face in the wall as hard as he could and bolted out of the bedroom, and out into the hall. He tripped over a series of random items, including a skateboard, which nearly sent him to the floor, a tall stack of thick books, which cuased him to stumble around, and even a body. The body tripped him completely, and he landed on his stomach. He groaned in pain, and turned his head to look at what he tripped over. He let out a cry of terror when he saw his eyeless sister on the floor, blood running out of her mouth. He stood up and turned to run and bumped into someone. He turned his head slowly before a set of four knives cut deeply into his face, a great deal of pain overwhelming him. His mouth hung open slightly, and the last thing he saw was a horribly burnt hand shooting at towards his eyes.
"Erik! Get up! You're going to be late for school!" Erik's mother called angrily for the fourth time the following morning. Finally, with a great sigh of agitation, she burst into Erik's bedroom, ready to yell when she saw Erik was still asleep. She quickly made her way over to his bed and ripped the dark blue covers off of his face.
"ERIK-" She began, but suddenly let out a blood curdling scream. Erik's eyesockets were empty, and his mouth hung open. The bedsheets were greatly stained with blood, which had overflowed a little bit onto the bedroom floor. "NO!" She screamed, covering her eyes and running away.
Sam opened her eyes very slowly, and looked towards the window. She walked over and quietly opened up the blinds, letting sun light pour in. She gave a weak smile and looked outside. She had stayed overnight in the hospital, and her father lay asleep in a hospital bed. She sighed and turned around, seeing Erik's body standing in the doorway, his eyeballs missing, and blood squirting out from the eyesockets. She let out a loud scream and shot up from the uncomfortable hosital chair she had fallen asleep in. She brushed some stringy blonde hair out of her face, and looked towards the closed hospital room door. She gave a quick glance at her sleeping father and quietly slipped out in the hall. She jogged through the long halls, passing many nurses and doctors. She came to the elevator and quickly pressed the button. She waited impatiently for a minute, and soon there came a quiet "ding!" as the elevator doors slid open. A few staff members and patients stepped out, and Sam pushed them aside.
"Move!" She growled angrily as she ran into the elevator, quickly hitting the down button. A few of the people gave her an angry look before the doors closed. She tapped her foot impatiently as the elevator descended. The elevator light above her was flickering quickly, and she was getting agitated.
"What's taking so long?!" The doors opened, and she quickly ran out, flying into innocent bystanders. A few were sent flying back, and one even fell backwards. She ran to the front desk and slammed her hand down on it to get the worker's attention.
"Whoa! Calm down little girl!" The worker looked up, and lowered her glasses. She had curly, dark brown hair down to her shoulders, and beautiful blue eyes.
"I need to know if there's an Erik Thomas here," She said quickly.
"Uhh..."
"Now! This is urgent! I had this dream that he was here! And...and...he was missing his...eyes...and...stuff..."
"Are you feeling alright?" The worker reached over and felt Sam's forehead.
"I'm fine!" Sam spat, swatting the woman's hand away angrily. "Nevermind!" She stormed off back towards the elevator, ignoring the looks people gave her. It had just occured to her that if Erik was missing his eyeballs, he was probably already dead and most likely wouldn't be lodging at the hospital. "I should've thought that one through before making such an ass of myself..." She scolded herself in her head as she punched the up button in the elevator. She came to her floor, and walked out, feeling light headed. It was just hitting her now that if her boyfriend's eye's were missing, he was dead, which meant one thing. He was gone.
He walked towards a wall and slammed her first into it, bursting into tears. "Oh, Erik..." None of this made any sense. She wasn't even exactly sure he was dead, but something told her he was. She turned and leaned her back against the pale wall, and slid down to the floor, crying.
"Aha, one down for the Fredster," Freddy said as he appeared in his boiler room, and sat in a huge, comfy red lounge chair he conjured up from think air. He sat down and crossed one leg over the other, beaming up at the three Dream Demons.
"Very good Freddy..." One spoke. Another looked towards a blackboard floating in the air next to them, with a tee chart written out on it with chalk. The two columns read "Freddy" and "Will." A tally mark was quickly drawn by an invisible hand and invisible chalk.
"I'm going to beat you," Will spoke, walking over from the darkness. "You can count on that."
"Oh, I'm shaking in my boots!" Freddy laughed. Will glanced over towards Freddy and glared. Freddy stared into Will's eyes, squinting.
"Now, then," A Dream Demon spoke, breaking up the tension. "Let's not get cocky, you two. We still have about 6 more days left."
"Piece of cake," Freddy said, rolling his eyes.
"Maybe for you," Said the third of the Dream Demons, glancing over at Will and grinning. "But we'll have to find out about him..."
