A Nightmare Rides My Bus!

By: The Talking Absol

Chapter Three: Ghostly Visions

It was a cold night, with fog gathering at the edges of a dark wood. It quickly inhabited the forest; its wet, shivering fingers creeping along in a slow, intimidating way. The trees swayed lightly in an indeterminable wind, and their leaves rustled as if talking of the dark force that sometimes came out from its home and heart deep in the woods. But their mumblings were not heard by the man running from the dark force.

He bolted through the forest, slipping on the wet and moldy leaves and stumbling over the fallen trunks and stumps of chopped down trees. He had no idea what he'd done to anger the spirit that still slept within the woods- of course, he had even made sure that his victim was at least asleep peacefully before abducting her, taking her into the woods and killing her!

He gasped for breath, his open shirt flapping wildly in the wind. It did nothing to cover the horrific sound of those pounding hoof beats behind him, however…the horse with horrid glowing red eyes…

And the rider with no head!

…::Back at the McCarvic Household, San Diego::…

Walter stared blankly at his math homework. Ho matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to get the problem right in his head. Whether it was the time or the environment, he wasn't sure, but it was making him suddenly stupid. He blinked, and then retracted back from his book and took a weary glance around his room.

His bed took up at east a quarter of it, with a closet for games and books on the wall opposite Walter. Across from the bed were his clothes drawers, and where he sat, right next to his window, was his desk. The dark sky outside didn't help his eyesight, but it was nice to look at the bright half-moon in the sky.

He turned back to his math book, and then suddenly jumped in surprise. There it was! Now he knew the answer. Scribbling down something in his jagged handwriting, he sat back and smiled at his accomplishment. His eyes drooped and his head nodded and finally drooped onto his chest.

Someone opened his door, and Walter nearly jumped out of his chair. "Y-yes?" he cried.

"Shhh! Are you done with homework?" His mother whispered.

"Oh. Yep." Walter said with a smile.

"Alright then. Get some sleep. Goodnight." She said with a smile, and closed his door.

Walter sighed, and then decided that sleep sounded good. However, one last glance at the moon might help…Just as he was about to pull apart his curtains, he saw a green flash far off to the right. He threw the drapes open and quickly shot his vision in that direction.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. He grumbled something under his breath about "crazy neighbors" and took a longing look at the moon. It's aura around it shone brightly against the dark blue background. He'd had some kind of strange liking to it as far back as he could remember- he especially loved full moons, because they seemed almost magical.

Suddenly, another blue-green spectral flash scattered itself across his glasses and vision from the right. He glanced back over there quickly. It was coming from the house at the end of the street! The one Sadaku and her family lived in! The supposedly "haunted" one that kicked people out, running and screaming, if some idiot tried to vandalize or enter it. It was a creepy, decrepit place, even though it had once looked like every other house on the black- two-story, pretty white, and a beautiful green lawn and white picket fence. But ever since the last people in there had moved out, it had not exactly fallen apart (but still looked kinda creepy) and not even the construction workers who fixed the houses up were "allowed" on its lawn.

Walter's eyes widened at the sight. Every window and even the door frame were alight in the strange glow. Just as quickly as it had come, however, it faded and there were no more.

Walter's breath came in heaving breaths. The feeling from the glow…It wasn't normal! He had to tell someone about this, he had to go and get the authorities, he had to-

And then, he felt a blow to the head and everything went black.

…::Outside::…

Several dark figures rushed along, as if they thought they were going to be late for something. Once they came up to Walter's house, the air almost shifted, like there was a hole being ripped in it. Another, taller figure stepped out from the rift and the three figures stopped and one cursed.

"Shit, F-" the first one's was a female, but it had an extreme gruffness to it like they had bronchitis or something.

"Oh come on! You aren't that surprised to see me again, are you?" the figure said, obviously male's and very deep.

"Well, don't you have your own commission tonight?" the second figure asked; another girl's, but this one was lighter and quiet.

"Yep. But you guys didn't see the kid in the window- he saw you, you know…"

"Bullshit! I checked every house-" the gruff female voice hissed.

"Well, bullshit back, 'cause I had to knock him out- right up there…" his right hand pointed up towards Walter's window, and something glinted like a knife in his hand.

"Fu-" the first female growled, but the second interrupted her.

"We don't have time for this!" the second hissed; another female, but her voice was garbled and sounded like it was coming across a dying intercom, fading in and out and staticy.

"Well, if you ladies don't mind, I've got to go…" the man said, and his toothy grin was the last thing to fade before another hole ripped open the air and he disappeared.

"Ffff-Alright, let's go- and be careful, for…FC's sake…" the first voice snarled, and then the three disappeared.

…::The Next Morning::…

Walter awoke, not really knowing what was going on. One moment he was looking at something through the window, the next…

He opened one groggy eye and noticed sunlight streaming through his window and into his room. Everything was blurry, but he could tell he was in his own bed, in his own house. He grumbled something under his breath and reached across his bed for his glasses. Finding them, he sat up slightly and put them on, blinking his eyes several times. He nearly jumped out of his bed when his eyes adjusted.

There were glowing purple footprints on his floor! He screeched and shot under the covers, shivering and mumbling incoherent sentences to himself. Several seconds later, however, he poked his head out from under the covers and dared another glance.

Nothing was there. He sat up straighter and crawled out of bed, noting that he had apparently been tucked in with his clothes from yesterday still on. He shot over to the area he had seen them and felt the carpet with his hands, spreading his fingers to try and cover every area. Nada.

He sat back on his knees, hands drooped to his sides. Then, he shook his head and got up to get ready for the day. That's when the screaming began.

It was Rachel!

Walter pounded out of his room and down the hallway above his parents' room. They too had bolted from their positions at the kitchen table and threw themselves up the stairs. The scream of terror continued frantically, and Walter tried to avoid his parents coming up, but instead tripped over his own feet and was sent tumbling down the stairs. His mother stopped and screeched in horror.

"Walter! Are you alright? Oh sweetie, you should watch where you're going!" she cried, walking halfway back down the stairs to make sure Walter got up as his father continued on into Rachel's room. He groaned, clutching his head, and steadily got up. He was SO glad it was the weekend- he couldn't have survived through the day with this new headache. Shaking his head, he turned and smiled up at his mother.

"Yeah, I'm okay." He answered.

She sighed, and then ran back up with him into Rachel's room.

As it turned out, it had only been a spider. Walter had screamed and fallen down the stairs again, and promptly hid under the kitchen counter. Rachel quickly followed when her father cornered it, but Missy just laughed until Rachel yelled at her.

Walter and his siblings managed to get through at least one game of Uno before breaking out into another fight, which their parents took as a good sign. The next day was somewhat quiet, as Rachel kept to her room all day and Missy was over at her new friend's house. Walter kept a weary eye on the house across the street, however. He tried to surprise it, jumping out from his house or peeking through the window, but it was silent the rest of the weekend.

Sunday night he lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. He kept trying to remember the strange lights and what happened afterward. He reached a hand to the back of his messy orange hair and rubbed his head, feeling for a bump. Finding nothing, he sighed and continued to think.

Had he just been really tired Friday night? Or had there been someone else in his room…?

Nah.

He closed his eyes and rolled over to one side, shifting his position to a more comfortable one.

Couldn't be.

…::Los Angeles, California- Robert Englund's Office::…

He shouldn't have stayed this late. He knew that- not only had he promised to come home earlier than usual today, but he needed to be catching up on his sleep.

'No pun intended.' He thought, chuckling to himself.

Of course, he hadn't had any dreams with Freddy for a while. Not since that demon had tried to take his place, resulting in more chaos than Robert had ever signed up for. Since then, however, he hadn't heard from the Nightmare, only what Wes occasionally mentioned. Since the Nightmare Hunters had arisen to a much higher power, they'd all gone into hiding in secret places that few humans knew of.

He wasn't one of them, luckily.

Of course, being associated with them didn't help in the least, but he figured those crazy Hunters would still probably leave him alone in exchange for the people that actually knew where the Nightmares were. They all had constant protection, and he'd followed suit with his own personal hired bodyguard, which his wife understood, but only in the sake of "keeping the fans at bay."

Why was he thinking about this? He shook his head, taking his glasses off and gently cleaning them, almost absentmindedly. He put them back on when there was a knock at his door.

"Yes?" he asked, walking around his desk to the door, but he slowed down when there was no response.

In one sudden, bright movement, the door busted off its hinges, carrying his bodyguard, Franz, with it, and quickly overtaking Mr. Englund, shoving both of them backwards and into the opposite wall.

Robert flinched as pain flared up from all over his body, and he felt what was presumed to be blood running down his face and arms. Franz was out cold; four long gashes had opened his chest up and they now flowed freely with warm blood. He would probably bleed to death soon, if he already hadn't.

He looked up, at the same time trying to shove the door and Franz off of him. When he looked through the doorway, which was now on fire, along with the hallway behind it, he gasped and his eyes went wide with recognition.

"No…no! It can't be! You…you're…" he cried, trying to form the right words.

"Yesss…" the man said, his voice deep and gravely, "You know me. And now, you'll come along politely, Mr. Englund, or it shall not only end badly for you, but your wife and children as well."

END CHAPTER THREE

Of course, there are going to be a lot of things that don't change.

Aaah, yes. I bet you all think you know who that is. Or you're trying to figure it out.

Good luck, dearies~. ^^

Took Rachel's powers away. No longer fit the plotline. ^^

The McCarvic family belongs to me. The figures in the night, however, do NOT. Nor the two guys and horse mentioned at the beginning of this chapter, or Mr. Englund. :3

I AM AN EVIL, CRUEL FANBOY WITH TOO MUCH TIME ON HIS HANDS. D8