I slowly walked up the stairs, my vision haunting my thoughts.
My funeral.
I thought, creeped out.
Why did I see me in a coffin, while my family was still alive?
I shivered, rounding the top corner of the stairs to my room. I looked at my hand again, still wondering how he did it.
Amazing, it's like it never even happened.
I thought, in a slightly better mood that I didn't have to worry about any wounds.
I went into my room, closing my door behind me with my foot.
Looking around, I felt a chill slide up my back.
I shuddered, wondering why I got the sudden chill when I was alone and safe for the moment.
"Hey, princess."
I jumped, turning around to see Freddy leaning against my door, arms crossed.
"What, did I miss another spot?" I asked, sarcastic.
"You better watch what you say, princess, or those pretty lips of yours aren't going to be so nice to look at, next time you say something sarcastic."
Quit it, Jennifer, you're pissing him off.
"My mistake."
I muttered, going into my closet.
I dragged my stuff out, in frustration.
Where is it?
Freddy chuckled.
"Looking for something?"
I looked in his direction, and bit my lip when I saw him holding out my journal.
I stood up, tense.
"Give it back."
I ordered, sounding a little nervous.
He didn't seem to hear me, flipping to a random page.
"I can't believe that I'm stuck in my own house, with a bunch of monsters,"
He began to read, grinning the whole time.
"Give it to me, Freddy."
He glanced up, still reading.
"They eat our food, and make a mess in our house. When mom and dad get back, they're going to blame ME, for all of this, when I didn't do anything. I feel like this is a dream sometimes, and sooner or later, I'm going to wake up to fin-Stop it-my family eating breakfast and having a good morn-Shut up-ing. Then, again, it's also real-Give it back!-as well. There's only four monsters that scare me, though."
He stopped reading, as I jumped forward, trying to grab back my journal before he read that last part.
He held it above my head, out of my way.
It seemed him and Creeper liked to tease me about my height.
"I'm serious, give it back."
I jumped, desperate.
"Say please,"
He mocked, grinning.
"Fuck your please."
I tried to jump again, but I still couldn't reach it.
He disappeared and reappeared across the room, on the otherside of my bed.
"There's only four monsters that scare me, though."
He started again.
I jumped onto the bed, trying to get to him before reading the last part.
"Djinn. Hannibal. Creeper. And finally, the worst of all, Freddy."
I froze, realizing that I had failed.
He stopped reading, and smirked.
"Aw, really, princess? I'm your favorite? I'm flattered."
He pretended to wipe a tear from his eye, grinning once again.
I went over and jerked it out of his hand.
Thank God, he didn't read the rest of it.
"Well, you've taken away my dignity. Happy?"
I said, defeated, which was a feeling that I was starting to get tired of.
"Almost." He replied, smiling.
I took my journal and opened the window, throwing it out into the yard.
"Aw, did I upset you?"
He chuckled, watching me close the window.
I sent him a look, sitting on my bed.
"Can you please leave, I'd rather be dreaming right now, then be talking to you."
His non-existent eyebrows shot past his burnt forehead.
"Oh really?"
I nodded, pulling my blanket over me.
"Yes, really."
He cackled.
"We'll see about that, princess. We'll just see."
With that he vanished.
I sat up in my bed, thinking about why he said that.
Just some crazy motherfucker.
I thought, laying down, and closing my eyes.
I ingored his last words, and concentrated on sleeping.
Maybe this time, I would have a good dream.