A Nightmare on Elm Street

Emily

It al, started when I dozed off in class.
I was in a strange, large boiler room, running for a reason I don't know.
I could hear the vicious sounds of metal on metal racing after me.
He's going to get me, he's going to get me.
I climbed up a ladder and tried to hide behind a big box.
The screeching metal grew closer and closer.
It slowed down when it got to the ladder.
He's found me, he's found me, he's found me.
A couple steps were taken, and more steps slowly faded away into the labyrinth of a boiler room.
I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that now I was safe.
I turned around and there he was.
His sweater had red and dark green horizontal stripes. His jeans were black and faded. His torn fedora showed some of his scarred, burnt face, but it couldn't conceal the entire mess.
He slowly raised his bladed glove high above his head, and brought it down on me.
I jumped nearly a foot in my desk when I woke up.
Everyone in the class was staring at me as if I had 10 heads.
"I suggest you stay awake in class if you want to go to college, miss Emily."
"Yes, Mr. Burnside." I answered.
He continued on with his lesson, some eyes still staring at me.
I was scared. My skin was clammy and sweaty.
I nearly fainted when I saw four cuts in my jacket, through to my skin.
Still fresh.