Before anyone could've done anything, the boy was dead. The boy's face and bright blue shirt were now drenched in blood. Freddy looked like a monster. His pupils now glowed white in hollow sockets that were pitch black. His teeth were stained red. And his mouth was dripping wet with blood. Many streaks of the crimson liquid trickled down his fur.
Freddy's jaw was hanging open as his head turned side to side, as if looking for his next victim. He stopped at me, I froze as my mother held me tighter, but he moved on looking. All of a sudden, the security guards for the day shift were rushing us out. Once outside, everyone was still processing what they had just seen, for it had seem ed to go by so fast.
Year later, I walked past that wretched place again. It seemed so normal, like it did before. But I noticed there was a new rule added:
7. DO NOT TOUCH FREDDY
I'm pretty sure none of the people there, having fun, knew why it was there.
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The Bite of '87
HorrorThis how I think The Bite of '87 would've gone like if Freddy did it. And thank you Alyssaxb for giving me the idea.
