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First Encounter- Freddy

 A loud shriek woke you from a peaceful slumber. Looking over, you discover it was from your dorm mate who had been having nightmares all week. She was awake and clutching her arm tightly. Still drowsy, you sat up and slowly made your way across the room to see what was the matter.

"What was it this time? That man again? (F/n), I'm telling you--it was just a dream. He's not real," you reassured. You sat down on the bed next to her, placing a hand on her back for comfort.

"Is THIS just a dream?" she hissed out and moved her hand shakily off her arm. It was slashed in four lines and bleeding badly. This caught your attention. You look around for a first aid kit to clean and dress the wounds.

"How did this even happen?" frantically looking for a sane explanation. "I mean nails don't DO that. Not human nails, anyway...," you trailed off.

"It was him. His name is Fred Krueger. His skin is horribly burned and he has these sharp knives for hands and-"

"-Oh god. Not this again," you pinched the bridge of your nose in concentration. "It's a dream. Dreams can't hurt you!"

"Then how do you explain this? Huh?" By this point she's panicking, clearly afraid that she's in some real harm.

"Look... Let's just get you to the nurse. Maybe they can help you sleep or give you something for the pain."

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Deep in thought, you lay yourself down on your bed. Only this time you're alone: (f/n) hadn't come back because the nurse insisted she had some sort of mental issue, babbling about that man from her nightmare trying to kill her and all. She was taken in for testing. 'What was his name again?' you pondered for a second. 'Fred Krueger.' You think back to the beginning of this week when she had first explained him to you. Burned skin, a dark hat, and a sweater. But the thing that really stood out to you was the apparent sharp knifes he had for fingers on one hand.

But it was all just a dream, right? I mean, (f/n) had a history of being a little off... Perhaps she was just imagining things. Or perhaps not? Maybe she was onto something. What if there really was something in your dreams, a force to be reckoned with? The thought of something so make-believe gave you the chills. You decide to just leave it alone, close your eyes and drift off into a deep sleep.

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Everything was dark. You couldn't see a thing, so you tried standing. Turning around, you discover a dim light in the distance. Seeing as there was no where else to go, you follow the light. Only, the light kept getting further away as you walked. You pause for a second, and you can swear there's someone behind your shoulder, whispering your name in your ear. But when you look, there's nothing there.

The whispers distracted you while everything around you changes. You are now in front of an old, abandoned house. It seemed like the Earth was trying to swallow the house as it's covered in vines and moss. A couple of singing voices break your focus on the house.

"One, two, Freddy's coming for you." The source of the singing was three little girls in white dresses, playing with a jump rope. You could only stare. 'Who's Freddy?' you thought.

"Three, four, better lock your door." You slowly walked towards the children. Maybe they knew about this place.

"Five, six, grab your crucifix." Before you could get any closer, the door creaked open. Upon further inspection, there was no one inside or outside that could've opened it.

"Seven, eight, stay up late." You had a gut wrenching feeling.

"Nine, ten, never sleep again." Could this be what (f/n) was talking about? You start feeling light headed, then you heard laughter. The children had stopped playing and were looking at you.

"He's coming." With that last part, they ran into the house. Try as you may, you couldn't stop them. You felt something grab your arm roughly and turn you around. Your heart dropped as you were suddenly met face to face with a grotesque burned man. He was just as (f/n) described!

"Welcome to my nightmare, bitch!" With one brisk swing, his claw came down and everything went black...

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A loud shriek woke you from hellish nightmare. But not from (f/n), it was from you. You started breathing heavy, trying to collect yourself. Taking a glance at (f/n)'s bed, you start feeling guilty for not believing her. You take a moment to remember all her warning and look back down, the view makes your heart stop. Your nightgown had been cut through, shredded like (f/n)'s arm.