Insanity Takes Over

Part 1

Freddy The Nightmare

            A young boy, the age of 9 was being interrogated for murdering his family. This little boy was, Freddy Williams, a normal human being, so they thought...

           They were right of course, 9 years ago on September 11, but now, now he is a changed boy. He had gotten diagnosed with psychotic insomnia two years back so no wonder he's in a police station today. He faced the police head on, answering any questions they had, honestly:

            "Did you kill your parents?" one of the police officers asked.

            "Of course, if I didn't would I still be here?" Freddy replied. Flustered, the officer thought for a split second. But, in that time, Freddy, with his hands handcuffed behind his back had enough time to grab the officer and put him into a choke hold with his legs. The officer struggled, but to no avail got no where. And yet again a victim fell under the evil schemes of Freddy. They caught him after he killed the officer. They put him where little boys and girls go when something bad happens in their life; That place was the mental hospital. During the time Freddy lived there he had gotten a nasty habit of chewing on the insides of his cheeks. This habit started by what the people there did to him; bulling, teasing, torturing, and punishing. All because of these, not so simple tasks his once shiny brunette hair turned greasy and matted. And his once bright green eyes turned dull.

             When Freddy was 20 a boy came up to him. He seemed new so Freddy wasn't concerned.

             "Hey! Are you Freddy?" the boy asked.

            "Yeah, what of it?" Freddy responded.

            "Uh..." the boy got scared and Freddy knew it so he decided to play a little. He took a step towards the boy and screamed, scaring the boy even more. When the boy ran away Freddy laughed.

            "Newbies..." Freddy said in between giggles.

            "Freddy...?" a voice came from behind him. Freddy's eyes widened, he knew that voice and he hated it. He looked behind him and saw his caretaker, Linda.

           "....Linda...." Freddy hissed.

          "Do you know what happens when bad Freddys scare new patients?" Linda quizzed. Freddy rubbed his eyes and sighed heavily.

           "Cushioned room, no dinner and straight jacket," they both say in unison.

           "Oh! You remembered this time. Now lets get you to that lovely room, shall we?" Linda stated. Putting on the straight jacket, Freddy gradually got inside the room, Linda following to fix anything from the last patient that was in the cell. The last thing Linda did was put tape over Freddy's mouth in an 'x' shape. "See you tomorrow morning, Freddy," Linda waved goodbye. Freddy ignored her and started to pull at the dead skin inside his cheeks with his teeth. "Fine..." Linda slammed the door behind her and locked it.

            For a few minutes Freddy sat there, silent, but soon he stirred. He stood up and the tape that was over his mouth floated to the ground. An evil laughter filled the room. "B****, can't a guy play?" Freddy spoke, frustrated, again he starts to chew on his cheeks. When Linda came back to the cell the next morning Freddy was standing there with a piercing smile and blood running down his cheeks. Holes have formed where his cheeks were.

           "Freddy, breakfa....st..." Linda dropped the tray she was holding.

           "Hello, Linda. Want to play a game?" Freddy responded.

           "U-umm, sure, why not?" Linda said.

           "Yay! You hide I'll count. Get ready!..." Freddy informed. Linda got ready to run. "....GO!" Linda sprinted down the hall while Freddy started to count.