I woke up, breathing hard.
Light flooded my room, and blinded me for a few seconds. I raised a hand infront of my eyes, groaning miserably, waiting for them to adjust to the bright light.
I shivered, remembering my family eating pieces of dead people.
I rubbed my head, kicking my blanket off of me, and swinging my legs over the side.
Putting my feet on the floor, I walked out of my room and into the bathroom next to my door.
I walked in, feeling like a complete zombie.
That has to be a bad omen, having two nightmares in the same night.
I thought, feeling dread creep into my mind.
I had another nightmare, too.
It was about a bunch of monsters bursting into my house and taking me hostage, I would have to tell my parents the same thing when I went downstairs for breakfast.
I pulled on the wooden knob of the bathroom mirror, and got my toothbrush, toothpaste, and hairbrush out. I turned the facuet on and quickly brushed my teeth.
I gurgled and spit into the sink, feeling myself slowly wake up.
After I was done with that, I ran my brush through my hair, and put the three items back.
I felt like shit.
Closing the bathroom door, I went to the stairs and slowly descended down, hearing familar voices talk and chatter in the kitchen.
Walking in, I rubbed my head, closing my eyes, and the room went quiet.
"Mom, dad, you'll never believe this, but I had this crazy dream that these people came bursting into our house last night and chased m-"
I stopped talking, when I opened my eyes.
The same monsters were all in the kitchen, grinning and eating more of our food.
"Oh, so it wasn't a dream, afterall."
I muttered, going over to the fridge and getting out the milk.
"Good morning, princess." Freddy rasped, smirking.
"Please, don't call me that."
I groaned, going over to the cabinets, and getting out a bowl.
"Or what, princess?"
I sighed deeply.
"Nothing." I murmured.
He chuckled, darkly, watching me go for the cerial.
Creeper snatched the box away from me before I could grasp it.
I reached for it, but he held it above my head, out of my reach. I reached for it again, but he held it farther away.
"Give me the goddamn, cerial." I snapped.
I wasn't ever in the right state of mind when I was tired.
He laughed.
"It's right here, take it."
I reached for it again, to have the same thing happen for the third time. I jumped for it, but he had height on me.
I glared at him.
"I thought you wanted cerial, Jennifer."
He teased, smiling.
"Good god man, all I want is some damn, Trix."
I reasoned, glaring at him. Everyone laughed, watching us agrue.
Creeper leaned close to my face, revealing his sharp sets of teeth.
"Trix are for kids."
Everyone busted a gut.
I turned away from him, getting another box of cerial, Captain Crunch.
"You can have it, Jennifer, if you want it." Mocked Creeper, waving the, Trix, box around.
"Fuck your Trix."
I growled, pouring Captain Crunch into my bowl, and then pouring milk in, too.
I got a spoon out of one of the drawers, and put the milk and the box away. I grabbed my bowl, and started to go to the kitchen door.
"Where are you going?" Asked Candyman.
"I'm eating in the living room." I murmured.
A chair shot out in front of me, nearly causing me to trip over it.
"Have a seat." Said Pinhead.
I opened my mouth to say, no, but Djinn sat me down in the chair.
It scooted up to the table, seemingly by itself.
"Oof."
Seeing no other options, I sat the bowl down and started to eat, ingoring their continious staring.
"So, I take it, you slept well?" Inquired Candyman.
Everyone snickered, and Freddy glanced in my direction.
"Oh yes, real well." I shot, and then looked down into my cerial, timidly.
I was beginning to finally wake up, my brain opperating before my mouth.
Hannibal stood and went over to the fridge, humming to himself.
I didn't pay attention to it that much, and kept eating.
Maybe if I finish this early, I can go into another room, away from them.
My thought was hopeful, but I doubted the possiblity.
"When are your siblings going to return, again?" Asked Pinhead, curious.
"Uh, Thursday. Today is Monday."
I finished my bowl, and pushed it to the side, holding up my forehead with my left hand. I didn't know what they had in mind for today, but I wasn't going to be happy when I found out.
I jumped out of my chair, letting out a loud yelp. I rubbed my cheek, that Hannibal had licked.
"White wine, with a little of caviar bradied with a helping of lobster and ham."
He smiled at me, while I stared, scared out of my mind, back at him.
Everyone chuckled and snickered.
"Sounds appetizing." Said Creeper, licking his lips.
My throat went dry, as a little bit of color left my face.
I ran out of the room.
The sound of their laughter followed me out.
I dashed up the stairs and into the bathroom. I splashed water on my face, washing away the residue of his slavia off of my cheek and my hand. My heart was pounding, and I was breathing a little ragged. I dried my face off with a towel, and slowly started to relax again.
He wants to have me for dinner and roast my corpse to perfection!
I thought, panicky.
I shuddered hard, and was angry with myself.
Don't say that, you're only making this worse than it actually is.
I closed my eyes, thinking of my brother and sister. I missed them so much, but the last thing that I wanted was for them to come here.
Opening my eyes, I let out a surprised cry as I saw a red balloon floating next to me.
I smacked it away, and ran out of the bathroom.
This isn't my house, anymore.
I thought, looking over the railing into the main hall.
This is a House of Horrors, now.
Freddy stood in the middle of the main hall, smirking up at me.
I turned away, going up the stairs to the attic. Maybe I could crawl out of the window that Creeper broke last night, and find my way down, somehow.
Then again, I doubt that I could do it. I was scared of heights.
I looked around, the attic was still a mess, as if a tornado had come in and fucked everything up.
The window was broken, and I was glad.
I ran over to it, peering out over exposed shards of glass. I was careful not to step on the broken bits of glass lying all over the floor.
I gasped, and backed away from the edge, getting dizzy.
I didn't realize that three stories was this high up.
My breath caught in my chest, and I forced it out by coughing.
"What? Afraid of heights?" Smiled Djinn, tilting his head to look at me.
"Is it that obvious?" I laughed, nervously. He snickered.
"Yes, it is."
I glanced out the window, feeling uneasy.
He watched me do this, now knowing one of my many fears, and grinned.
I walked away from the window, my only chance of true escape, and felt defeated once more.