The House On ElmStreet (Editing)

Beginning of Hell

Chapter 1

   It was a wondrous day, the rose scented summer breeze, freshly fallen leaves flowing in the wind, newly reborn flowers budding, and a variety of birds chirping merrily.
   My long straight, reddish-brunette hair blown in the wind, along with the casual cream colored dress I wore. The extensive length of my arms and legs tickled as the breeze softly grazed the surface of my light freckled skin. The sun lightens up my face just right, so when I saw the reflection that resembled myself, my eyes shown a brighter olive green than normal; my pale face gleamed and freckles laid upon the rosy red cheeks. 
   Elise, that is my name. I'm fifteen years of age and came to stay with my aunt just two months ago, after the passing of my parents. The time being since I arrived here has been delightful... Up until now I suppose that is. 
  My aunt had asked me to fetch the mail for her, which of course I obeyed. I joyfully skipped outside, feeling childish for the way my dress bounced along with me. Just when I reached the middle of the peacefully emptied street, a scream attacked the silence in the atmosphere...

The scream sounded as if a middle aged woman had been murdered. At that exact moment, I quickly swirled around towards the direction of the scream. Then abruptly, Aunt Tracy came scurrying out of the  house towards me, frustratingly commanding me to run inside as fast as I possibly could.

I had no certain idea what was going on around me and what could really happen next. I of course am scared half to death, the scream, who or what was that, and why? I was beyond curious. I felt my arm being tugged in quick motions, I glanced to my right where my Aunt Tracy was pulling on my arm and mouthing something to me. Whatever she was saying I couldn't understand nor hear. Being as stunned as I was, I was unable to move until the moment I saw it...

It was staring at me from down the end of the road. A dark shadowy figure the shape of a young woman, about her twenties. It was just a cloud of dark black dust though, but it had faint features of a human figure. It floated, a long dark hair with skinny legs and arms complex. This must have made the scream, but where did she come from, why did she scream, and what was going in exactly.

As she stares directly at me, my aunt pulls my arm again which immediately snaps me out of my trance. I ran towards the house, as soon as I reached the frosty white porch I tripped. My knee tore with pain, and I looked down. Blood was gushing out  fast, I would have to rush inside to clean it up because there was no time to sit around. I struggled to stand but couldn't. The pain stung to the point of I had no control of my leg and I fell back down to the ground. Tears strolling down my face, I desperately tried again but fell down once again. My aunt came rushing towards me, she helped me up and we flew into the house.

Tracy nervously slammed the door shut.  "What's going on?" I panicked and stared sparingly. Ignoring me, and going into the bathroom, she rummaged through the cabinet. Coming out with a medicine bottle of pain relief, gauze, and bandages, she pulled up a chair next to the expansive kitchen sink. Cleaning off the counter near the sink, she gestured for me to sit.

"B-but how?" I complained in winey whimpering voice. Yet I slowly climbed on the kitchen counter and scooted next to the sink.

I observed the room: overhead cabinets and counters were a lightish autumn brown color, it went well with the white linoleum floor and light tan wallpaper on the bare walls, except for a strange clock, the clock was a a subtle white color and it looked old but yet it looked up to date. While I was in the process of distracting myself from pain, she had gotten the band aids and gauze ready.

She reached over my head and swiftly pulled the cabinet open while pulling out a small red plastic cup, and gently shutting the cabinet door. She set the cup next to the pain relief pill bottle. "Ready?" She asked in a sympathetically.

I grimaced in pain but lightly shook my head yes. "Don't worry, I'll try not make it hurt too bad, but it has to be cleaned out so it doesn't get infected." She paused and I nodded, "then we can take you to the hospital to get it checked out, just in case."

"Okay," I groaned nervously. She turned the faucet on and carefully wetted down my knee with a damp washcloth. I gritted my teeth as she dabbed the ugly bloody mess out.

It now was all cleaned out and bandaged up; she had given me an old cane that once belonged to her great grandfather. This was so I could walk myself to the car. A blue safari with a black stripe down the center sat in the driveway. Just from looking at the car, one could imply that Tracy was wealthy. Probably because she didn't have any kids to take care of, along with a well paying job. Which reminds me, everyone here must be just as rich as my aunt, maybe even perhaps more.

However, Tracy doesn't act any different than a normal grateful person. I haven't seen her since I was born but when my parents died she gratefully offered to take me. Everything was perfect until now.

I'm scared... Was this meant to happen? Why is this happening to me, and why did my parents have to die on me? My life was taking a big turn and I'll just have to adjust to my unnatural lifestyle, but I need to find out what that thing was. And I'm not going to stop until I do!

---- Time Skip ----

The ride was excruciating, my leg kept wiggling around so I had to hold on to it to keep from causing myself anymore pain then I already had.

It was a long drive, about a forty five minutes. I had fallen asleep, I had flashbacks about my parents and how I imagined how the car crash had happened.
It was unusually dark, the road barely visible high up in the mountains and surrounded with heavy fog, the road was curved around the mountain side. The road was slippery from previous rain. The car tires started to spin out of control. A semi sped around the corner, the driver was most likely out of control also. The driver tried desperately to step on the brakes and stop. The trailer of the semi swung out to the side and hit my parents car off the hill. Down the hill went the small car followed by a booming explosion.

I screamed with fear, my aunt shook me awake. I hadn't realize that I screamed out loud. I looked up and wiped my eyes, tears were still streaming down my soft cheeks.
"Aunt Tracy," I whimpered, "what really happened to my parents?" She sighed, her mouth opened but no words came out.  We then pulled into the hospital parking lot.

The hospital was a tall almost skyscraper like building, yet it looked like a parking garage. The windows were all a grayish tint color, but all the shades were pulled down. The parking lot was big and empty, so we parked in the closest lot to the front of the hospital, where the doors were.