Freddy's Return: The New Nightmare

I decided to create a different one then my other story.

Nine-teen year old Evan was lost in a vast room full of thick leaky pipes and pounding machinery. It was a boiler room, similiar to the one at school except unbelievebly large, and Evan was wearing nothing but the same things he had gone to bed in, a pair of boxing shorts and a red T-shirt. Dispite the steam that pervaded the stifiling air Evan felt unbelievebly cold, chilled to the bone infact. He wandered aimlessly through the iron doors and down the metal ladders and along ramps that always seemed to lead to nowhere. He knew something horrible was after him. The sound of knives on the pipes filled the room like nails on a chalk board, sending a chill down Evans spine. He heard the high, cold sound of laughter which seemed to be the mark of evil itself, as his heart pounded in his chest he became aware of something frightfully close to him. As he heard a ripping a tearing sound he turned to his left and saw some man rip a dull-grey curtain from its' hanger with his razor blades. The blades were scary and seemed to be part of some sick and twisted glove. Evan could not see this mans face, shadows seemed to mask it, but Evan knew it was not normal, from what he had seen it looked burnt and blistered beyond regonition. He let out a squeak of fear and ran down the nearest ramp only to find himself trapped in a dead end. Once again the laughter echoed all around him. He opened his mouth and let out a petrified yell which was followed by an eerie silence. He wondered weither he should go out and see if the creep was still loitering. But something grabbed him from behind which made the teenager almost jump out of his skin, it spun him around and took a swipe at him with its' razors of death. Evan thrashed his arms infront only to find himself back in his bedroom, safe and sound. But he didn't fell safe, his heart was still racing furiously and he was drenched in cold sweat, he rubbed his shoulder which the madman had taken a swipe and expected to feel nothing, but to his surprise his fingers were covered in a warm liquid. He switched on his bedside light and saw crimson red blood oozing from four fresh wounds in his shoulder and dripped onto his fingers. With the nightmare still fresh in his head he began to wonder if his parents had heard his screams of terror, or his two sisters which were ages six and fourteen. But the house was silent....The four scars which were fresh on his shoulder disturbed him deeply, after all, marks like that don't just come out of thin air.......or do they?

Evan and his family had only recently moved to Elm Street, but ever since they moved into 1428 every night Evan had been plagued with the horrifying nightmares in which nobody seemed to care about and ignored him whenever he bought up the topic. His fourteen year old sister Paige believed and listened to everything he had told her. But she didn't take the matter seriously.

More soon.

"And his finger razors! he screeched them along pipes and things" it was a sunny lunchtime at Springwood High, Evan was explaining to his seven friends about the dream he had had the night before. He imitated the sound the blades made, pulling his fingers down through thin air. "Also that horrible song those little girls sung. It went one, two Freddy's coming for you."
"Sounds like a regular boogey man" Tasha said, riggling her fingers like the knives that had plagued Evan's head all day long. "His face........it was horribly burned....." hearing enough about Evan's night terrors, the group decided to head off to class.

Evan didn't sleep well that night, for one, a dull screeching sound came from downstairs somewhere, it reminded him of the night stalker he had encountered whenever his mind wandered into a dream. "That's it!" Evan yanked on his slippers and left his room. "Paige if that's you I'm gonna pound your ass!" he yelled, descending the stairs at brake-neck speed. It suddenly occured to him that the noise was coming from outside. He felt his heart leapt up into the reign of his Adam's apple, but he knew he had to be strong and investigate. The hallway was lined with the most bizzare and disturbing paintings Evan had ever laid his eyes upon. A lot of them were of people being hacked to pieces or sliced by razors. Evan shivered as he walked out into the midnight air, it was dark and gloomy and the last place Evan wanted to be right now. A bone chilling whisper reached his ears. "Evan........." the disembodeyed voice whispered. The alleyway, thought Evan. That's where the whispers were coming from. Nobdy seemed to be lurking in the alleyway, but it struck Evan as odd that an alleyway was in his backyard, did he even have a backyard? CHING! a frightful object cluttered to the ground from behind. He truned on his heel to find the lid of a trash can lying in the middle of the alley. The shadow of a man's head reflected off the garage, the figure seemed to be wearing a hat. Slowly and cackling, the man lurched fourth from behind the garage. "Shit" Evan muttered, this creep again. He walked towards Evan, dragging his razors along the side of the house, giving off the same sound it made with the pipes in the boiler room. A dull light illuminated his face, bearing the horrible burnt, moist skin of a man who was more then human but less then a monster."Oh god!" Evan cried.
"This!,' the man yelled, riggling his razored hand, 'is God'
Evan screamed and ran as fast as his legs would carry him, he could hear the deadly scream of the madman from behind. He reached the backdoor and pulled it open. But one big problem stood in his way, the door was locked..........

great story,can't wait to hear more.

This is god is one of my favorite freddy lines.

Thank you! 😄

More will come tonight. 🙂

"Mom! Paige! Dad! open the f*cking door!" Evan pounded on it with his fists. Unfourtunatly it was too little too late. The dream stalker caught him and yelled 'You family can't help you now! they're still awake!"
Evan fell to the concret ground, wrestling with the man. Only now he caught a full sight of the man. It was the most horrible, sick and twisted face ever imaginable. Beneath the dark brown fedora sat two eyes, the pupils were as red as the fires of hell. The teeth, the teeth were sharper then butcher knives, razored and jaggered. The skin was mangeled, burnt and horribly blistered. It wasn't a normal skin colour either, instead of flesh-pink the skin was the colour of blood. "Freddy's got you now......" he growled, saliva oozing from his mouth. Evan's hands scanned the ground for anything that might be of use as a weapon. His hands were lucky enought to stumble upon a piece of timber. With all his teenage might, Evan struck the mans face as bits of teeth and blood sprayed everywhere, he feel to the ground clutching his face beneath his hands. Evan shattered the glass door and fiddled with the lock which clicked open. "Yes!" he roared in triumph. He headed for the basement door, he knew his father had stored an axe down there somewhere. As he descended the steps he saw the basement disolve into a world of hot, steamy pipes and gigantic boilers. A red glow filled the room. He was in the boiler room again. Unable to see because of the blinding steam, he searched through the iron doors and ramps using his fingers, scalding them occasionally on a pipe. After several minutes of wandering aimlessly through the boiler room he stopped for some recollection of where he might be. He rubbed his eyes as his vision slowly came back to him. It appeared that he was in the heart of the boiler room. Evan was standing on a small iron field, sorrounded by ladders and pipes. A yard ahead of him stood the biggest, meanest boiler of them all. SSSSSCCCCCCRRRRRREEEEECCCHHHHH! The horrible sound came from behind. Evan wheeled around and stood face to face with the horrible disfigured man. "Elm Street's newest brat....farewell" he said in a low, rasping voice which was chilling to the bone. "W-w-who are y-y-you!?" Evan stuttered.
"Your worst nightmare." the man replied. From behind Evan, the lid to the boiler blew off followed by fire and bits of iron and mental. The scarred man lifted the nineteen year old high above his head. "Now nobody sleeps!" he cackeled. Freddy tossed Evan through the air and into the boiler. The water was boiling and the surface was full of firey red flames. It scaled Evan's skin which sizzeled like bacon, he opened his mouth and screamed in pain. His skin now as mageled as Freddy's. 'Just let me die......death is nothing compared to this' Evan thought. The last moments of Evan's life were filled with the laugh of Freddy Krueger, the horrible dream demon. The adolescent mess floated beneath the water of the boiler, death having been wiped from his body.

Evan's mother Mrs Connors was in for a big surpise the next morning. Thinking of going into Evan's room to wake her son up she let out a petrified scream. Her son which use to look ordinary now looked like a burnt roast, his skin was now charcoal black. Mrs Connor's screams echoed throughout the house and Elm Street.......

MORE SOON.......

Your a good writer.Spine-Tingely-Dingly!

Thanks! more tonight!

sweet

Here's the next bit!

Paige hadn't taken the news of her brother's death very well. The instant the words of her parents cries reached her ears she collapsed motionless on the floor. When she came to she prayed that it was just a dream, but unfortunatly for her it was reality. The police had ruled the death suicide instead of murder, as nobody could have broken in since the hatch on the window had no finger prints on it. The youngest sibling, five year-old Kayleigh didn't understand death, she knew she wouldn't see her brother again, but she just didn't know why. The funeral was three days later and was held at Springwood cemetary, a lot of relatives and close friends attended. Paige sat on a seat at the front, wearing her finest black dress and vivid black glasses. Tears leaked slowly down her cheeks from underneath her glasses. She didn't really want to pay attention to the minister, it was too painful. She wanted to day-dream like she always did, Paige was a girl who usually had her head stuck in the clouds. She began to nod off as usual, the words of the minister were only 'blahs' and 'bleehs' to her. The lid to the mahogany casket opened with a bang. 'Wass Up!' Evan cried. He clambered out and walked up to Paige with a grin spread across his face. "I love this!,' he said,'they really think I'm dead don't they!?" he nodded in the direction of thier parents. Paige took off her glasses and stared Evan in the eyes, even day-dreaming of Evan was too painful. Lucky her consiounce had made his skin normal instead of horribly burnt like the coroner had described. Evan noticed Paige's blood-shot eyes and the tears trickling down her face. "Hey......what's with the tears?" he asked kindly. "You know I would never leave you, it was just a joke!"
Paige shook her head sadly, day-dreaming of Evan didn't cheer her up. She knew now she had to grow up. "No more daydreams......" she annouced in a whisper. "Well......" said Evan. "I better get going." He hopped back into his casket with the last word 'I love you' then closed the lid.

The next few days were awkward. The Connors family weren't their usual selves. Paige usually took refuge in her room. She had been going through in her head Evan's last few words. The nightmares he had metioned slowly came back to her. Some guy named Freddy, slowly and quietly, Paige got up and headed for her brothers room. When she entered, she closed the door gently and searched the sleves for a journal or something, something that might help her get a better grasp of the situation. A small red notebook lay on Evan's desk. She picked it up and flicked through it. In here were some Beautiful drawings of nature and wild-life. After a few pages things began to change drastically. The pictures were no long lovely, they were horrible disgusting drawings of mutilated bodys. She flicked through the pages and almost vomited. Her eyes fell upon one of her brother, a detailed black-and-white sketch of a man in a striped sweater with a funny looking hat, she noticed a horrible glove on his hand with razors for fingers, his skin looked burnt. Lying next to him on the floor was Evan's mutilated corpse engulfed in flames. Red liquid begun to appear within the pages. Not just red liquid........blood! Paige dropped the book instantly and backed away until she was back-to-back with the door. The room and the door began to melt rapidly into something else. Evans door became an old and rotten door, was this the door to Paiges house? Blood began to seep from the gap between the frame, it began to pour down, to flow, her door was behind a sheet of red blood.
"One, two Freddy's comming for you."
Where the hell was she!? this was her home, she was sure of it. But it looked all different, older, dirty and decrepit and all boarded up.
"Three, four better lock your door." She twirled around to find her front lawn covered with tombstones, old and mossy.
"Five, six grab your crucifix."
That song..........she looked infront of her to see three girls in thier finest white party dresses. Two girls held opposite ends of a skipping rope and twirled it over and over while the third jumped rope. But all three of them sang that bone-chilling song.
"Seven, eight better stay up late."
Paige walked down her porch steps and along the stone path towards the girls, she was shaking like mad.
"Nine, ten never sleep again." and they began to repeat it.
Something tapped Paige on the shoulder, a razored finger. She spun around and stood face to face with the man from the drawing, his brown hat, red and green sweater, red eyes, burnt skin, and his horrible glove. "Welcome home!" he laughed. Paige opened her mouth and screamed.
She awoke with a jolt back in bed. It was a dream, but it definetly didn't feel like a dream, it felt real. She knew that man was Evan's murderer, but now he was after her..........

Now we're getting into the story.

and it's getting good....

Thanks, more tonight!

can't wait

Not bad for a fourteen year-old huh?

Not bad at all.I'm 17 and my story I put on here sucked.

Haven't read it yet.

Here's the next bit.

Paige sat up in a puddle of sweat, the visions of her nightmare still lingered in her head. She got up and went to her body-sized mirror, staring at her complection and whipping the sweat from her fore-head. Her mirror image began to stir and shake, the image grew larger and morphed into Freddy, he opened his mouth and laughed, baring his razor-sharp teeth. Paige shook her head and cried 'Leave me alone!" she picked up a paper-weight from her desk and hurled it at the mirror, shards of glass fell everywhere. She sat on her knees and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. She looked at the back board of the mirror and gasped, two hands (Freddy's) blasted through the oak wood and grabbed one wrists and twisted it around so it faced the ceiling. Freddys head then emerged from the wood and smiled, Paige screamed. He snapped his fingers and instantly Paige's fingers were controling themselves at Freddy's command. Her fingers picked up a long shard of glass and slashed it violently across her wrist. Blood sprayed everywhere as the teenage girl screamed in a mix of pain and fear. Paige woke up in bed, again, this time really awake. Her bedroom door bursted open as her parents ran in. Paige was going to breathe a sigh of relief when she looked down and gapped in horror. In her left hand sat a bloody pocket-kinfe which she kept in her drawers, and spraying from his wrist was a fountain of crimson blood. "Ma.......Dad.........." she fell to the ground, fainting from blood-loss.

An ambulance arrived and took Paige and her parents to hospital. After she had been stitched up she sat in an isolated room, across from her sat the sturdy police sheriff. He asked her a lot of difficult questions like why she tried to commit suicide and how she reacted after the death of her brother. "It was the man from my dreams!" Paige cried.
"What man?" the sheriff asked. He seemed extremly interested. Paige told him everything about her nightmare, including the burnt-faced man. She also told him that the man had slit her wrist and made it look like suicide. Once he had all the facts, The Sheriff left the room.
"It's another one he's after." The Sheriff told the deputy.
"Westin Hills is too full......we'll have to send her to a hospital outside of Springwood."
"With the others?" asked the deputy. The Sheriff nodded.

After a number of days Paige was sent to Roaming Meadows Institution. She hated it there, she didn't know why she was here, but her parents had it explained it to them by the police, the couldn't believe what was going on. Paige sat in the councelers office, her arms around her legs, The counceler explained to her that the man in her dreams wasn't real, but they both knew better. She started rocking backwards and fowards, anger siethed in her. "One, two Freddy's comming for you."
"Paige what are you doing!?" the counceler yelled. She was the only patient in this hospital that had had Freddy nightmares, and the last thing the staff needed was for this 'virus*' to spread.
"Three, four better lock your door."
"Cut it out now!"
But Paige continued.
"Five, six grab your crucifix. Seven, eight better stay up late."
"God damnit! I will lock you up if you don't stop!" he threatened. He stood up and exited the room.
"Nine, Ten never.........n-never" Paige began to sob, tears welling in her eyes, "Never-"
"Never sleep again." An adolescent voice echoed from the hallway. Paige stood up to investigate, baffeled that someone else knew that song. A boy around her age stood beyond the glass, he knew about that song. "Where'd you hear that rhyme?" he asked.

great stuff.the plot thickens......

Yeah, I try to make it deeper as the story goes on. More tonight!

I'll post the next bit today, I swear! I'm just going through what's going to happen next.

Take your time.Great work isn't rushed.