No More Nightmares, Just Dreams

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If I hated one thing, it was sleep. It wasn't because I wanted to stay up and enjoy time as much as I can. It wasn't because I was a good student and did all of my school work. It wasn't because of anything except one thing... him. His burned, melted face was the first thing I see as I enter the realm of dreams. Hearing his hoarse voice was the first thing I heard as I walked through the realm of dreams. Feeling his bubbly, melted skin was the first thing I felt as I walked through the realm of dreams. Fred Krueger haunted me. I hated for what he did, I hated him... The way he abused his power to overtake me when I was merely a child. I thought he was my friend! I trusted him... now he's dead and has his plot for revenge for what my classmate's parents have done.

They burned him alive.

I shiver at the thought. Imagine feeling of heat growing so hot that the skin on you just falls right off. I rubbed my arms and felt my cold skin brush against my hands, I sighed deeply and looked at the clock. It was a quarter passed midnight, this was my eighth day without sleep. The average human can survive eleven days without sleep, but you can die from being sleep deprived. You lose energy, you become depressed, you can cause accidents, you can collapse... I was taking that risk. I rubbed my eyes and sat down on my bed. The empty coffee mug on my nightstand begged to be refilled, but I had run out of coffee grounds. My poor coffee pot just sat there with nothing to brew. I felt my eyelids start to droop.

"Come on Nancy," I smacked my face multiple times, "don't sleep now. Don't sleep." I stood up and paced around the room, I began to jump up and down to shake the sleep off of me. It wasn't working. I rubbed my eyes so hard that my eyes strained from the pressure I had put against them. I teared up and wiped escaped tears that had fell down my cheeks. My eyes peeled open and I wished they stood closed. I was in the boiler room.

"No... No, no, no, no, dammit!" I screamed. I had fallen asleep; how could this happen? I backed up and had pressed against hot steaming pipes. I yelped out loud and felt my back strain from the heat. He laughed. No... no, no, not now... he' s here. I looked around as his hoarse chuckle echoed the boiler room, he was close. I slowly made my way down the corridor, I began to move fast to try and get away from his range. He knew where I was, this was his realm—his own world.

I wheezed as I had no more energy to run, I stopped against a stairwell and quietly took a seat. The boiler room heat burned my throat as I inhaled deep breaths, I used the back of my hand to wipe sweat off my forehead. I was exhausted.

"Nancy," his whisper echoed through the boiler room. I looked up and nearly jumped off the stairs as I spun around. I slipped and fell on my bottom, his chuckle sent chills down my arms. Goosebumps hardened and prickled on my skin.

"Krueger." I whispered, "Where are you?"

"Right here." His voice flowed behind me. I pushed myself off the ground and spun on my heels. Krueger stood right there before my eyes. He was so close. I could see his blistered, charred skin steam. His striped sweater had become a more darker color than I remembered. His fedora could blend with the shadows that surrounded me, I could see his strained red eyes. They tore right through me. He stared as if I wasn't even there, as if I didn't exist. I looked down at his hands and almost had a heart attack. I remembered his dominant hand was neatly wrapped with signature claws he had made... there was now two. Both of his hands were hiding behind the leather gloves and metal bolts, his fingers looked like long knives. Fresh blood had dripped from the tips of the blades. I looked up at his face. He was smiling.

"Two meaning twice the fun, right?" He chuckled. I shook my head and looked away from him, I closed my eyes tightly and held in my breath. I was shaking, terrified and in shock to move. I felt his blades slowly glide under my chin, the tips slowly poked my neck and forced me to tilt my head up. I pushed his hand away, but it retrieved back, I pushed it back and he grabbed my face with his two hands. I yelped out loud as he slowly pulled me up to my feet. I groaned in pain as Krueger's hands pressed harder against my face.