hey guys! so the next chapter will be turning this into an M! pease review for more updates :) JJ

I look around the boiler room and ask "so, what are we going to do?" he smirks at me and says "well, I'm going to kill all those naughty tattle tales." I look at him in silence, but he grabs the back of my hair and yanks it "that's not a problem is it?" I smile and gasp in pain "no, Freddy, whatever you want! I'll help, just tell me what to do!" he pulls me closer by my hip with his bladed hand, still having a firm grip on my hair and smiles that beautiful smile "you want to help? My good...little...Alice." he says slowly and I nod "yes! I'll do anything for you Freddy ... anything." I lean in, looking at his lips and he smirks. Then pulls me forward, crashing our lips together, his tongue fighting with mine. As he pulls back he says "I've been working on little Dean, you remember him, make him remember me! Make then all remember! And one more thing, your hair...I liked it better black!" I nod and suddenly I'm back in my room the sun shining through my window. As I sit up I feel a twinge of pain in my side and look to my hip, finding four small cuts where his blades held me.

I bounce down the stairs in my long sleeve, hooded red top, blue jeans and my bikers flower red sketchers, my hair thrown into a high pony. I smile to my mom and Tyler, daddy having left for work already "morning!" I smile and my brother bites "someone's in a good mood!" and I just smile, eating a handful of cookie crisps from the box "is it a crime for me to be in a good mood?" before he can say anything my mom smiles "of course not!" I look at her and ask "hey mom, when are you next going the salon?" she looks at the calendar on the wall and answers "um...Thursday. Why?" I grab my books and put them in my bag as I answer "I want my old hair back, was hoping you'd take me, I might get a fringe to, you know, like I had as a kid." She smiles and nods "sure thing honey, I'll change the appointment for after school and we can go together!" I hear the bus honk and nod "thanks mom!" with a kiss on the cheek, giving one to Tyler and saying "later loser!" and he shouts "later wonderland!" and climb happily onto the bus.

Later at school I see Dean, he looks a mess and I smile, then run after him down the hall "Dean!" he turns and asks "what do you want Thorn?" I look around and start fiddling on the spot "can I...I need to talk to you." He just looks at me and groans "I don't have time fore this" and goes to turn but I say "the man with the knives, I know you've seen him!" he turns to me in shock and grabs my arm, pulling me into a empty classroom "how do you know about that?" I bite my lip, seemingly nervous and afraid "because I've seen him to! Every time I close my eyes he's there! His burnt face, that voice!" he wipes at his face and says "so its real, this isn't just me!" I shake my head, lifting my shirt to reveal my cuts "I barely got away, he...he seems familiar to me, like I've met him before!" He nods in panic "I know! But I can't remember where i know him from. Wait! How did you know I was dreaming about him?" I do what I'm good at, I lie "he said your name last night, i wasn't sure but I had to know!" he nods and says "ok, we have to understand what's going on, meet me tonight at the dinner! We have to find out who this guy is." I nod as he leave but turns back to say "thanks Thorn, its good to know I'm not alone in all this crap!" I smirk as the door closes "don't thank me Dean, thank yourself." And then leave to head for class.

I smile as I walk into English, seeing a pink short messy haired girl and spiky brunette boy, I walk over to the pair and take my seat beside them "hey guys." The girl, everything on her pink, her tanned completion and brown eyes the only thing making her seem more than a pink humanoid says "so...why were you talking to Dean?" i look at her and say "nothing Harry, just math stuff." She pouts and the brunette guy, with blue eyes and a large scar on his cheek says "why is it that she can't talk to anyone without you knowing about it?" and she just looks at him and says "because I care, come one Drew, not like your not as noisy as i am!" he sakes his head and says "yeah, but I'm just not as obvious as you Harriet!" she hits him on her head and yells "don't call me that!" I just laugh and watch them argue. These are my best friends, my only friends. Harriet Olson and Andrew Sinclair, their together, and completely off their nut! I met Drew in junior high, we dated for a month then Harry moved to town and I broke up with him knowing he liked her, but it was mostly because it was wired when he kissed me that one time. They didn't get together until last year, finally having the guts to tell the other.

I don't go to the dinner like I said I would, I just don't really care, but when i get home Daddy's putting a pot roast in the oven "hey sugar-bee!" he smiles. This is the way it is in my house, my mom works at the bakery in town, Tyler and Daddy work at Dad's garage, but Ty's taking night classes at the local college, he wants to be a plane mechanic or something like that, so daddy usually comes home early and makes us dinner.

I go to bed early, wanting to see Freddy again, Cookie raps around my foot as usual as i drift with a smile on my face. I open my eyes and I'm in my room still, but the walls are pink and the furniture is different, this is my room before me teen years. I look down and see myself in my white floral nightdress I'd grown out of years ago, but for some reason now fits, if only a little small. I go to stand and as I do I hear a clinking of metal $behind me and turn to see Freddy, who's standing by the door, his demon face showing, but I don't care. I smile and grab the ends of my dress twisting lightly "you like?" he walks around the bed, still not saying a word. When he's dowering over me I look up and he says "just lovely!" he growls. Face shifting back to its original beauty as he grabs the back of me neck kissing me harshly.

I gasp as he throws me hard back onto the bed and then climes above me, like a predator, his hands, carefully running up my legs, he smirks down at me and says "my good little Alice" and I gasp in surprise as the metal of the headboard twists and grabs my wrists, securing them as I struggle. I feel him sliver up my body, his face a barely an inch from mine, with that sickly-sweet grin shining at me "lets play a game!" he says in a sing song voice and grinds his hips into mine, forcing me to feet his hardness through the layers and I arch up to him "what game?" and he raises his clawed hand "its called 'Please Mr Crocodile'" and his claw comes down, slashing open my nightdress, leaving small cuts on my creamy flesh, that sting and pulse as a wetness comes dampens my white panties. This is going to be fun!