Dream Stalker

Chapter III

Tomorrow I start school at Springwood High. I take a 10 minute shower and spend 30 minutes "brushing my teeth" because I'm dreading the next 24 hours to come. Walking into my room, I close my window and lay on my bed. I hadn't realized how tired I was with the new move. Too bad I was equally hungry so I went downstairs for a snack. The house was strangely quiet for it to only be 10 o clock but I had better things to worry about like food.

Now my options were: Ice Cream, cold pizza or debbie cakes. Cold pizza it is. I reached for the fridge door handle and was met with the worst pain I'd felt in a long time. It burned me! The fucking fridge door handle burned me!
"OW WHAT THE FUCK!" I howled gripping my strawberry red hand.
I ran over to the sink and ran my hand under the cold water. Suddenly the water turned red. A deep red like the kind that only comes from blood. I jumped back and turned to run upstairs only to find there were no stairs. I wasn't in my kitchen anymore. Instead it looked like I was in some kind of factory.

I'm not gonna lie. I was scared as hell. My palms and forehead were drenched in sweat and my breath was short. I walked around looking for an exit but I couldn't find one. This place was on its last legs. The equipment looked older than my mom and ash covered the floor. The air reeked of smoke like a fire had recently happened. I swear I smelled it somewhere before.

"Hehehehe"

I turned around to find a source of the laughter but no one was behind me. Seriously what the fuck did I take? I was one second away from running around the building screaming "HELP!" like the chicks on scary movies when I saw him. At least I hope it was a him. Standing at least 20 feet in front of me, a slim figure in a Christmas sweater and brown fedora considered me. I took off in the other direction. Running faster than I ever had before, my feet followed where my mind told them to go except nothing was the same. I wasn't paying attention and ran right into the boiler. The fire was blazing.

"Welcome to Springwood Justin. Hehehe." I heard behind me.
I was cornered.
The man walked toward me slowly like he knew I had nowhere to go.
"What do you want from me?" I screamed.
"Oh little ol me? I just want your soul hehehehe." He said crudely.
It was when he got close enough that I realized that his skin was burned beyond recognition. He barely looked human. He seemed to read my thoughts because he got in my face and asked "You don't like my scars? Lets see how you like one!" as he swung a a hand of knives at me. I put my hands out to block my face and then I woke up in my bed with a gash in my already burned hand.