House of Horrors

by RainbowStraightJacket

Jennifer Caddie, a sixteen year old girl, is all alone in her big house. Her parents are gone for the week, at a romantic getaway, in Bora Bora. Her little brother and sister, are staying over at a friend's house for a few days. So, when Jennifer hears a loud and deafening smash, she knows all too soon, that she is NOT alone. I own nothing, but Jennifer

55. The Big Bad Wolf

Finally, the moment you've all been waiting for. 8:00 is here, and you know what that means! Freddy and Jennifer's date. (not) Haha. Warning: It's get dark and perv-tastic in this chapter, so, enjoy! :)

I shivered, pulling my cover closer to me.
My eyes were still closed, and I didn't want to open them, for fear of what I would see. The air was cold and chilly, and I felt like I was freezing my ass off. I could hear the breeze outside from my bedroom window, except it was loud. The wind, which was howling in a slow and eerie motion, blew my hair over my face, tickling me cheeks and and eyelids.
Wait a minute. Is my window open?
My thoughts were utterly confused, as something dry and stiff landed on my cheek. My eyes flew open, as I looked at the object.
A leaf.
A brown, crumpled, leaf. It blew away, making me adjust my eyes to the scene around me. I sat up, as I realized something.
I'm in the middle of the forest.
My room was nowhere to be seen, and frankly, neither was the boiler room. I looked around, leaning against the headboard, in puzzlement. A pile of leaves were on the other half of my bed, laying there, as if the bed has been there forever. I was alone, sitting on my bed, in the middle of a dark forest.
The fuck?
The trees were full of leaves, looking old and gnarled. The branches jutted out in a jagged fashion, as the tree trunks were bent over like elderly men. Moss clung to the barks of other trees, and the grass seemed ragged and destroyed. It was darktime, and only the light of the moon could be seen through the mass of leaves above me. Most of the ground, only seemed like dry and wet earth. It looked like it had rained some time ago. Everything was silent, except for the songs of crickets and a humble owl. I spotted a fox hole nearby, digging into a base of a skinny tree.
This looked like some verison of a dark and haunted forest.
That's when I noticed something else.
My wardrobe had changed. Instead of wearing the red shirt with blue jean shorts, I was wearing a white nightgown with frills and lace. Over my shoulders, tied around my neck, was a red, velvet cloak.
Gosh, I looked like, little red riding hood. The fact that I had blonde hair, only made it more of a resemblance.
"What the Hell, man!"
I swung my legs over the side of my bed, standing, twirling the cloak around me. The material was soft and plush, like real velvet, and was thin. I watched how it swirled through the air, as I looked myself over. The nightgown stopped at my knees.
I'm glad it's not shorter.
I scoffed in my head, looking around. The ground was rugged beneath my feet, feeling like I was actually outside. The grass was wet with a light dew, proving to me, that it had rained earlier. I sighed, as I swirled the cloak some more, as something caught my eye. I stopped twirling it, pulling the frabric closer to my eyes. There was a name, stitched into the cloak.
Sam.
I frowned in confusion.
Sam? Who the fuck is Sam?
I felt like I should know that name, but I couldn't see how. I shook it off, beginning to walk along a dirt path. The dirt was light and powdery under my barefeet, clinging softly to my toes. Grass brushed delicately against my ankles, the blades of the grass were a little sharp, but not by that much. I shuddered hard, pulling the cloak tighter around me. I didn't know where the fuck I was going, my feet felt like an unknown force was pushing them forward, guiding me with controlled ease.
Okay, Freddy, where the fuck are you taking me?
I asked myself, tense. I somehow had a feeling he was leading me somewhere, I just didn't know where. I suddenly started to hum to myself.
The fuck? Why am I humming?
I was confused, not even knowing the tune that spilled from my own lips. I continued to walk, humming, along the darkened path. Dread found its way into my chest, clinging fearfully to my heart. I looked around the solem forest, feeling serene almost, as if I did this everyday. Going to sleep, waking up in a random forest, and waiting for a dream demon to pop up and kill me.
At least its not snowing, Jennifer. I couldn't bear the cold temperature, anymore than I could bear this one.
I kept thinking about the name, Sam. Of all names in the world to stitch to fabric, it had to be, Sam? What's the reason?
I shivered some more, as my feet continued to lead me blindly, deeper amongst the path of fallen leaves and dew drops. Something else tugged at my heart, a familiar feeling. I felt like I should know this place for some odd reason, but I just couldn't see how. I didn't understand.
Trying to figure it out inside of my head, I looked up through the jaded branches above. The moonlight seemed to be butchered, broken lightbeams spread along the forest floor. As I moved along, the tune placed on my lips, seemed to grow louder, but didn't grow to words. I wanted desperately, to know what song I was humming to. The beat seemed to be quick, and yet, eerie.
I stopped walking as something caught my attention.
It was a tiny, shadowy, sillouette, floating gracefully in the air. I stared at it, as it came closer and realized what it was.
A butterfly.
It's a butterfly.
Why the Hell does it seem so familiar?
The butterfly which was as big as a baseball, was red and green.
Just like Freddy's sweater.
I thought, watching as it floated closer.
That can't be good, can it?
I was curious and somewhat wary. It flew across my cheek, it's wings brushing against my skin.
"Ouch."
Those wings were sharp, but didn't nick my cheek. It felt like metal, and for some reason, the butterfly looked very much metallic. I understood why. It was a metal butterfly.
Just then, another feeling rushed through my veins.
I watched in frightened curiousity, as my feet wondered off the path, following the butterfly. I stopped humming, which I was a little glad for, and was able to focus on the butterfly's direction. I flinched in pain, as I stepped on a rock. My feet ingored the pain, still following the insect. Shivering some more, I quickened my pace.
Let's just get this over with.
My teeth were chattering a little at the cold, but I clenched them tightly, feeling antipation swell inside of me like a balloon.
As I followed, I started to notice something.
The grass was dying down into the Earth, and the trees were getting skinnier. I looked above, seeing less leaves in the trees ahead. The scene was slowly changing, from life to death. The part of the forest I was walking to, seemed more lifeless than it was a few moments ago. My feet stepped on a dead branch, snapping it in two. I shuddered, looking into the distance.
Up in the distance, seeming sixteen feet away, was a clearing. I frowned, as the familiar feeling only grew inside of me. I started to jog, and the butterfly flew faster ahead of me. I wanted to see why the butterfly was leading me to this strange clearing in the middle of the woods. My dread quickly turned into fear. The ground was pale with moonlight, having no trees to block its night rays. There was no grass in the clearing, just bare dirt. I continued my jogging, watching as the clearing edged toward me.
Once I reached the edge of the forest, I slowed to a stop, looking around. The butterfly flew into the middle of the clearing and then made a curvy, right. I slowly walked into the clearing, after the butterfly, eyes scanning the dirt. It was warm under my feet, which caused an icy chill to slide in between my shoulderblades.
I shivered hard, shaking the chill away as best as I could. I looked up and stopped dead in my tracks. I now knew why everything seemed so familiar now.
I'm dreaming about Alysson's bedtime story.
I gasped, silently, staring at the dead tree infront of me.
The tree with no leaves.
The bark was a shining, solid, black. The trunk of the tree seemed to be twisted around in an agonizing stance. The branches were like broken spiderweb lacings, etched upward into the sky. There was only one word to describe this tree.
Evil.
The butterfly flew into the trunk, vanishing into darkness.
"Okay, Jennifer, all you have to do is, don't sing. That's all."
I coaxed, trying to move my feet to back away. My feet were planted in place, refusing to move. Then, to my horror, the tune from earlier, was brought to life from my throat. I began to sing.
"One, two, Freddy's coming for you. Three, four, better lock your door. Five, six, grab your cruifix,"
I listened to the voice that was coming from my mouth, it was creepy and slow, seeming to sound like some freaky trance.
"Seven, eight, better stay up late. Nine, ten, never sleep, again."
I began to sing the song, again, my eyes glued to the tree.
Freddy's coming for you? Grab your cruifix? Never sleep again?
What the Hell kind of song is this?
I tried to close my mouth, but it kept singing and wouldn't close. I had no control whatsoever. I was merely a prisnor in my own body.
"Nine, ten, he's back again."
I finished the song, not singing anymore.
Back again?
I was so confused and so scared, I didn't know what to think, as I stared at the tree.
I jumped as a cackle, tore the air into pieces, seeming to come from everywhere. Ravens flew out from the trees surrounding me, flying ahead.
Kaw! Kaw!
The tree began to move. I gasped loudly, beginning to tremble.
Oh no. Please, no.
My fear overwelmed me, swallowing me whole, as I watched the moss covered bark, began to tear away. The bark seemed to be crumbling in on itself, years of aging, giving away into the dirt. Vines that wrapped around the tree, began to snap in two.
A grime covered hand, burst from the tree, fingers spread wide. I began to tremble harder, frozen in place. The hand ripped away the rest of the bark, slowly going back into the darkness. There was now a huge hole in the tree, appearing to be an earthy doorway.
I gasped again, as two, glowing, red eyes, appeared in the darkness. The eyes blinked, coming towards the surface. I gulped hard, watching as the red eyes disappeared, and in its place, came the worst monster ever, out of the shadows.
Freddy Krueger, the worst monster to ever appear in a nightmare.
He threw back his head, cackling loudly.
"I always loved, a good, bedtime story."
He snickered, stalking towards me. My trembling only got worse, as my feet finally let me take control. I backed away, eyes locked tight on him.
"Y-You sure know, how t-to make an entrance."
I stammered, trying to stall for time, to live a bit more. He grinned widely.
"Only the best, for my favorite, storybook princess." He chuckled, clinking the blades together at his side. A chill slid over me, as I stumbled a bit, still backing away from him.
"So, how did ya like the welcome wagon, I brought in?"
He held out an index finger from his left hand, and the butterfly flew over his shoulder, landing onto his fingernail. It slowly opened and closed its wings, looking innocent, and yet evil, at the same time. His grin widened, glancing at me.
"Took me a bit to figure out, how to add the little guy, in. Oh well, he's not needed any longer."
With that, he opened his palm, letting the butterfly crawl into the middle of his hand, and clenched his hand into a fist.
I groaned as a sickening, squish, came from his hand. Green blood oozed through his fingers, and I shuddered hard. I shut my eyes, wanting to remove the sight from my mind, but failed to.
I opened my eyes again, and let out a yelp, as he stood infront of me.
His breath was hot and sticky, clinging to my skin. He twirled a piece of my hair in his fingers, his eyes looking me over.
"Glad you could make it, Little Red."
He grinned a wicked grin, releasing my hair, and rubbing the material of the cloak in between his fingers.
"You better be careful, Red, the big, bad wolf is getting hungry."
He taughted, staring into my eyes, with a worn smirk on his face. I opened my mouth to say something, when a howl echoed off into the distance. I snapped my gaze to the right, scanning the dark trees.
I looked forward again, only to see that Freddy had vanished.
Oh shit. I don't like the looks of this.
I froze, as a low growl, sounding devilish and hungry, erupted into the air. I looked right again, and my mouth hung open, as I whirled around to face the gigantic werewolf.
A squeak stumbled from my lips, as I took the appearance in.
The wolf was huge, looking as big as a full grown horse. It's black fur was matted to its overgrown body, dirt and ferns hung to the tangled hair. The eyes were as big as quarters, and were a brightly colored exotic, yellow. The pupil was like a cat's, but thinner and more, demonlike. The snout which jutted out in a slightly crooked fashion, only made the teeth look more deadly. The teeth were big and thick, and encrusted with dirt and blood. Glistening drool, spewed from its rubbery lips. The tongue which was long and thin, like a snake's, lagged over the side of its mouth.
The werewolf was breathing heavily, scanning my limbs over.
It licked its teeth.
Wait, is it, smiling?
I blinked hard, as I stared at the smile placed around the Hellish fangs.
Oh yeah, that looks like a smile to me. Holy fuck.
I swallowed hard, as the werewolf opened it's jaws. A disembodied voice came from its throat.
"You know,"
To my absolute horror, it was Freddy's voice.
"If I were you, I'd start running."
Freddy was the werewolf.
"Go ahead. I'll even let you get a head start."
He chuckled, as the wolf sat on the ground, rather patiently. I coughed hard, as I took a step back.
God, was I confused and scared!
"Tick tock." He reminded, narrowing the wolf's eyes in hunger. I backed away, my foot getting caught in a hole. I fell on my back, and I instantly scrambled to get up. I stood, wheeled around, and ran for my life.
"Ten,"
That sick bastard is counting down the seconds?
RUN, JENNIFER, RUN LIKE YOUR ASS IS ON FIRE!
GO!
My back straightened, as my legs shot infront of me, like a track star.
"Nine,"
I stared straight ahead, as the other side of the woods, flew past me.
"Eight,"
His voice seemed to echo through the trees, as if being said through a loud speaker of some sort. I pumped the muscles in my legs, diving around slight ditches and weaving through the blades of rugged grass.
"Seven,"
My hair flew behind my head, and the cloak blew behind me like a red cape.
Damnit Jennifer, next time, stick with Cinderella or Snow White.
Not Sam! Whoever the fuck, Sam, is!
I scolded myself deeply, as I continued to run, faster than I ever did, in my whole life. Good thing, I took track for two years.
"Five,"
Wait a minute! Did he just skip a number?
My thoughts were full of disbelief.
"You bastard! Stop cheating!" I yelled, breathing hard through my words. I could hear his laugh, as if it were right next to me.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I do that?"
He snickered, twistedly.
"Four,"
DAMN YOU!
My lungs started to burn inside of my chest, as I picked up speed, the wind guiding me forward, almost. I focused on nothing, but running and making sure not to trip over anything. If I tripped, then that would surely be the end of me.
"Three,"
I jumped over a fallen log infront of me, landing roughly on my feet, and began my running once again.
Don't slow down. Keep running, Jennifer. Keep running.
I was coaching myself, in my head, wanting desperately, not to die. I've been almost eaten too many times, lately. Surely, I didn't want to end up as dinner, again!
"Two,"
My heart was pounding so loud in my chest, I felt like I was going to explode, guts and all. I felt like I was running underwater, my legs shaking underneath me as I ran. My chest was heaving in fright, as I continued to dart through the bushes and trees. Adrenaline rushed through my veins at a terrible speed, as I breathed through my nose, roughly.
"One,"
His voice had turned into a low snarl, when he said, one.
"READY OR NOT, HERE I COME!" He shouted, his voice following me through the dense forest.
Oh no.
I tried to run faster, but I was running as fast as I already could. The air filled with snapping twigs and branches, behind me. I glanced over my shoulder, still running.
Trees were being pushed over, bushes torn in half, small animals running across the grass, and the sound of thundering paws hit the ground with fury.
OH SHIT. OH SHIT. OH SHIT.
I was screaming inside of my head, staring forward, again. I willed myself to run faster, the sound of my beating heart, echoing in my ears. A rushed sob escaped my throat, as I jumped over a small ditch, matching my pace again. The sound of pawprints only got louder, as if I were being chased by an enormous bear, that was highly pissed off.
PLEASE, GOD! I'M ONLY SIXTEEN, DAMN IT.
MY LIFE CAN'T END LIKE THIS!
My mind was still screaming, as a quick whimper escaped my mouth. I discovered something about myself.
I did not like being chased through the woods at night by a rapid, dream, werewolf. This was worse than seeing how Creeper decorated his stomache. Way worse.
The snapping of wood turned deafening, filling the forest with the sound. Monsterous breathing could be heard behind me at some distance. I dodged a rabbit hole, still running forward. I glanced over my shoulder again, a frightened yell escaping my lips.
The wolf could be seen, rampaging through the forest, eyes locked tight on my body. His breathing sounded like a tornado somewhere nearby.
"I see you,"
His voice mocked my running, and I could almost hear the sick smile on his lips. Another sob, more scared than a moment ago, fell from my mouth. I looked back ahead.
He's not even trying.
I scoffed, jumping over a low bush.
That was a bad idea. I immediately stumbled back, wheeling around to see what had stopped my running.
"OH COME ON!"
I screamed, yanking the cloak from the bush. It had snagged, refusing to let go.
I watched as the werewolf jumped onto the side of a tree, ten feet in the air, digging his claws into the bark to hold himself in place, staring hungerily at me. I kicked at the bush, trying to pull the cloak out with all of my strength, but I couldn't.
"I've got you now,"
He laughed, letting the wolf growl threateningly, as it jumped off of the side of the tree, leaping through the air, right at me.
I screamed, as I was pushed to the ground backwards. The cloak finally pulled out from the bush, but it didn't matter. I was dead meat now.
The wolf was standing over my body, glaring furiously into my face. I started trembling again, as it snarled, baring those giant teeth at me, wildly. The wolf snapped his jaws violently and eagarly inches away from my neck. He gurgled with rage, spewing drool over his rubbery lips.
The werewolf suddenly smiled, evilly.
"You're faster than you look,"
He observed, through the open jaws of the beast. "I-I took track," I choked, my chest heaving, utterly horrified. He chuckled, darkly.
"I'm impressed. Usually, they wouldn't of made it past that small ditch. Then again, the timid ones, always run the fastest."
He seemed wickedly amused, snickering at the thought.
"Okay, F-Fr-Freddy, you've h-had your fun. Please, l-let me go."
I begged, staring up into those demonic eyes.
"The fun's just beginning, princess." He rasped, chuckling again.
The werewolf's tongue came out of its mouth, sliding over my cheek. I gasped, shuddering away from it. It was slimy and glistening with slavia. Then, the tongue slid down my left arm, slowly trailing over to my waist. I screwed my eyes shut, biting my lip, drawing a bit of blood.
Please, please, please, someone wake me up.
Wake me up!
PLEASE!
Something wet slid over my bottom lip, licking the spot where I had bitten blood out of. My eyes snapped open and I jerked my head away in disgust, coughing and spitting up the tongue's residue. A groan of horror escaped from my throat, as he began to laugh again.
"What's the matter? You don't like, dog breath?"
He laughed louder, seeming darker than usual. I shook hard, breathing heavily.
The wolf's eyes did a slow once over my body, the smile on the rubbery lips, only seemed to grow.
OH GOD, NO.
I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING, DAMN IT.
DON'T DO IT.
PLEASE, DON'T FUCKING DO IT.
I started whimpering in fright, as I tried to scoot away on my elbows. The werewolf placed a paw on each of my arms, holding them down, refusing to let me move. I cried out in pain as the paws seemed to slowly weigh in on my fragile bones, seeming to want to crush them to dust.
Slowly, the paws turned into fingers and soon into hands. The right hand, turned into a glove fitted with four long razors.
I shut my eyes again, willing him to go away. The weight over my body, seemed to lighten, causing my eyebrows to knit together in puzzlement.
I slowly opened my eyes and flinched when the wolf wasn't there, anymore.
In its place, was Freddy, leaning over me, smiling wide.
"G-Get off."
I whispered, struggling under his grip. His grip tightened.
"Oh, well, you see, I can't do that, Jenny. We've still got eleven minutes together. I wouldn't want to waste our little get together,"
He leaned into my neck, whispering into my ear, making me strain my muscles, tense.
"Not when it gets to the fun part," He added, snickering into my ear.
Fucking pervert!
I shivered feverishly, my chest heaving some more. He pulled back, studying me, in an amused way with a sickening smile on his face.
Just then, thick roots, burst out of the ground, wrapping tightly around my wrists and ankles. My whole body got chills, freezing my skin over. I started to break out in a cold sweat, as I struggled from the roots.
He raised a talon, and slid it over my throat, his eyes following the blade. It was almost as if he made sure not to break skin.
The talon trailed down to my collarbone, slicing through the string tied around my neck. He pushed both parts of the cloak away from my shoulders, the velvet falling softly onto the ground.
He eyed the white nightgown with a sadistic grin.
"Always a favorite of mine,"
He chuckled, twistedly, glancing up into my frightened, blue eyes. A dry sob came from my throat.
"Aw, what's the matter?"
He taughted, placing a look of fake sympathy onto his face. He brushed a fat strand of hair away from my eye with his left hand. I flinched hard from the action, trembling fearfully, under his touch.
"Nothing to fear, but fear, himself."
He cackled, deeply, his eyes falling back to the nightgown.
"W-Wh-What are y-you going to d-do?"
I stuttered, grabbing his attention away from my cowering body. He chuckled and rasped;
"Oh, I think you already, know."
My eyes widened as my whimpers increased in volume. I started to inhale roughly through my nose.
"D-don't."
I pleaded, watching his grin grow.
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle."
He chuckled horribly, as he put a claw to the collar of the nightgown, ripping it down at the neckline. I let out an angered cry, as I squirmed some more. Cold air, hit the top of my chest, as I could hear fabric tearing.
Riiipp.
Another sob came from my trembling lips, a tear dropping out of the corner of my eye.
"You bastard," I sobbed, balling my hands into fists. He laughed, glancing back up at me, again.
"Why, thank you, princess."
PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, STOP THIS!
"Why are y-you doing this?"
I cried, shaking like a leaf.
"I do this for all, of my special, little, victims." He smiled, bringing his evil and nasty intentions to the surface.
Then, I had an idea. "Wouldn't you like to wait it out?"
I asked, mustering all my courage that I had left, to not make my voice waver in fear or stutter. He looked back into my eyes, halting the talon in place.
"Hm?" He questioned, showing distorted teeth. I swallowed hard, meeting his quizzical stare.
"Well if you go ahead and do this, you wouldn't have any more to torture me with. I'd be a broken, little, toy, nothing more. If you wait it out, and just torture me by my fears, one by one, then I'll only grow to be more scared of you."
I wasn't really talking to him in general, I was talking to that dark minded ego of his, challeging it, encouraging it even.
It seemed to be working, because he drew the talon back, looking lost in thought.
"You want me to torture you?" He asked, revealing a frightening smile.
"N-no, of course I wouldn't. But, that's the whole point, isn't it?"
He tilted his head, his expression unable to read.
His eyes scanned me again, licking his lips.
Oh shit. It didn't work.
He suddenly seemed to snap himself out of a daze, looking more aware then a few seconds ago. He was clearly thinking to himself. I watched him with curiousity, slightly frowning.
"You know,"
He prodded, grinning up at me.
"I could get used to you."
With that, he ripped the nightgown open, jolting me out of the dream.