Ch. 28

But then my Freddy disappeared, and reappeared behind the new Freddy, whispering, "…I've been guarding my gate for a long time, —, and you're not going to waltz in here and take it." Then the old one grabbed the new one off of me by the collar and threw him into the wall. The room transformed back from the bedroom to the boiler room.

The old Freddy growled and stalked forward towards the new one, who was playing dead on the ground. When he got near the new Freddy, the new one struck out and stabbed his leg with all four of his blades, causing him to scream.

Even though I knew he wasn't seriously hurt, I still flinched and wanted to help.

But then I knew how to help, because I could feel myself waking up. I raced forward and grabbed onto the old Freddy's wrist and woke up like that. The new Freddy slashed at us, but in vain, because the images of our bodies had faded already.

I woke up on my bed again, and after a moment of faint-headedness, I turned and looked at Jason. He hadn't moved an inch since I'd last saw him, and he didn't seem to have seen any signs of a nightmare. I let go of Freddy's wrist, and he got up off the bed and stared blankly at Jason.

"Did you know I was having a nightmare?", I asked him hesitantly.

Yes., he wrote back.

"Well, why didn't you wake me up, if you could see that I was having one?", I asked, annoyed.

He wrote in response, It look to me as if you had … having fun.

"How…?", I asked hesitantly.

You were laughing in your sleep.

Then Jason looked at Freddy, but he didn't look at him as if Freddy would attack me or be aggressive…as if Jason knew Freddy would continue to have a good behavior.

Interesting…but why?, I wondered. And then, much to Jason's surprise and shock, I randomly got off the bed, and started to dance around, chanting, "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I ran down the hallway, plunged into Michael's room (stupid move, I know), went right up to the sleeping form of Michael, and…

The sound of Jason from behind me was the only thing stopping me from continuing. I looked back at his form in the doorway, and put my right index finger up to my mouth, as if to say, "Shh."

He froze, but I didn't know why.

Ignoring the frozen Jason now, I turned back to the sleeping Michael, and screamed right in his ear, "DUDE! WAKE UP, WILL YA? I GOT SOMETHING TO TELL YOU!"

Michael was ticked… off.

He whipped his knife hand around towards me, which had the knife in it. He thrashed around with the bed covers, and something, Jason, I supposed, pulled me out of the way, back out into the hallway. Michael was charging at him, and the two started to wrestle with each other, since Jason wouldn't let Michael slash at anything, as angry as Michael was right now.

Then Jason looked at me, and I could see everything in his eyes, including what he couldn't say. Right now his eyes looked like he wanted to say: "Run, Julia! Run! Get out of here! Now!"

Something or somebody grabbed my collar and jerked me away, and I snatched my collar back. I turned around and looked, confused, at Freddy.

He motioned for me to follow him, and he went into the living room. I followed him, curious as to where he was going, and then watched as he moved the rug and pulled open a door that was hidden in the floor.

I balked when he motioned for me to follow him again, but he grabbed my wrist and forced me down. I obliged, grimacing, going down a ladder.

He came down, too, and shut the door behind us. There was nothing he could do about the rug. We could hear Michael still struggling against Jason, but I felt that Jason would win, or at least be able to hold him back for a long time.

I didn't like being in the dark, but wasn't frightened.

Until I felt Freddy's claws trace patterns on my cheek.