Kelly Garcia sat in her chesmisty class, fighting to keep her eyes open. Her sleep had been totally disrupted the past few days. She'd been having nightmares, always of the same place and the same guy, who kept trying to kill her, for reasons unknown to her. She really started to become worried when she'd awoke to find minor cuts scattered over her limbs. She'd always hid these though, never letting on to anyone something was wrong. She'd be locked away in Westin Hills, for sure if she'd told anyone, although she had overheard conversations amongst her classmates, that suggested she hadn't been the only person having problems sleeping. Her head dropped as her eyelids fluttered closed, pencil dropping from her hand. At the sound of the pencil clattering off of the floor, her head snapped up. Kelly rubbed her eyes, giving a small scream as the classroom had changed to the familiar scene of the old house. The girls, as usual, were playing jump rope out side, singing the same song that had haunted her mind for days.
"One, two, Freddy's coming for you."
She turned her back to the house, only to find her facing it on the other side of the street. Every way she turned, she found the house blocking her path.
"No!" She screamed, stamping her foot in frustration. She crossed her arms and remained still, she figured if she couldn't get away from the house, she would just remain in the same spot. Nodding in approval to herself, she stood stubbornly in the middle of the street. Thunder boomed from over head, the red painted door bursting open. A strong gust emitting from it. Dead leaves blew around her, creating a small, yet power whirlwind, that drew her into the house. The door slammed closed as she was thrown heavily into the hallway. She immediatley jumped to her feet and yanked on the doors handle. She wrestled with the door to no avail for a few minutes, before a crashing sound coming from below sounded, making her jump. She drew her attention from the door and turned towards the basement door. She gulped and slowly made her way to the door, cautiously reaching out for the door knob. Before she could grasp it, the door opened, revealing nothing but darkness. She ran her hand around the wall, feeling for a light switch. She shrieked as something grabbed her hand, pulling her into the darkness. A dark roaring laugh echoed around her, as she fell into the seemingly never ending darkness.
The students of the classroom turned as a shrill scream tore through the silence. The teacher looked up as everyone turned to see Kelly fall back off of her seat, the chair falling ontop of her. When she failed to emerge after a few moments, the teacher stood up and rushed towards Kellys desk, reeling back in horror. The students stood to get a better look. There was a scream and the sound of someone wretching. The teacher yelled at someone to go get the principal, while forcing the rest of the students back. The principal rushed into the room to see what was so important, before heaving at the sight. Kelly's neck had been snapped in two, the bones poking out of skin, servering viens, which created an ever increasing pool of blood. Her jaw hung to the side at an impossible angle. Slash marks covering her face.
"Get the police." The principal groaned. "Now!"
"Three suicides over the weekend. This makes five in total over the past week." Lt. Garcia muttered to himself, staring at the files infront of him. It just didn't make any sense. Five teenage suicides and one disappearence. At this rate, the town would be void of teenagers within a couple of months. It had been around twenty years since his partner Lt. Thompson, had died, leaving him to take over the force. He and his daughter, Nancy, had both died on the same night. He remembered the deaths back then, it seemed history was repeating itself, at a more rapid pace however. The media had covered it as 'mass hysteria' the last time, after taking statments from Dr. Simms, one of Nancy's co-workers at Westin Hills. He remembered the night Rod Lane had died, when fifteen year old Nancy had come sprinting into the police station, demanding he checked on Lane, who was in the holding cell at the time. She was determined something was amiss, of course, he hadn't believed her. Only to find that Rod Lane had been hung from the bars on the window, with his own bed sheets. Everyone had thought Nancy as crazy. To this day, he was still unsure on if she was, or not. Her stories had seemed eccentric, but then, a lot of what she said, had come true.
A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. Calling for the person to cocme into the office, he sat up straight, closing the files.
"Sir, we've just had a call. There's been an accident. There's been another death."
Garcia sighed and shook his head in discord. "Who is it this time, Walker?"
The younger officer hesitated, nervously biting his lip. "Kelly, sir. Your daughter."
Chey waited outside the school gates, swallowing the lump that was forming in her throat. The school had been dismissed early, due to the 'accident' that had occured. She ran towards Sean, who she had spotted coming her way. "Sean. He killed Kelly. " She broke down in sobs, burying her face into Seans shoulder. Sean hugged Chey, trying to comfort her. He had to admit, this was getting way out of hand. He was getting a little distraught himself. Hannah was next to arrive on the scene, casting nervous glances over her shoulders. "Guys, the police are coming. We better get out here, before they start asking questions." Sean nodded and put an arm around Chey's shoulder, guiding her away from the scene.
"Where's Jason?" Chey asked, looking around frantically. The trio stopped and looked around, noticing that the Scottish addition to their group was missing.
"Was he even in school?" Hannah question, looking at Sean. He shrugged his shoulders. "We'll go to his house, see if he's there." Sean suggested after another while of waiting. The girls nodded and followed Sean towards 1428 Elm Street. Sean marched up the path and rapped smartly on the door and waited for an answer impatiently. The door creaked open, a teenage boy stood in the threshold.
"What do you want?" He snapped.
"Is Jason home?" Sean asked, feeling a little nervous under the glare of this boy.
"No. He's not."
Sean was about to turn around, when Jason descended the stairs. He raised an eyebrow at the boy, before calling to Jason, who shoved the boy out the way with a snarl. " Get the fuck out of my way, Chris. Hey Sean, Chey, Hannah."
"You weren't at school." Chey stated, stepping forward.
Jason looked at Chris, before jerking his head to the side, signalling for them to move and stepped outside, closing the door behind him. "I know, I was busy."
"Doing what?" Sean asked.
"Research." Jason replied, stretching his arms, making his bones crack.
"Find anything?" Hannah asked.
Jason nodded." Yeah I did. I found Maggie."