Horror X reader one shots

Freddy krueger

In a few days I would be moving to 1428 elm street. I was excited and nervous the house was lovely and nicely priced and the neighborhood looked like a nice one but for the last few nights I keep having a reoccurring dream that made no sense. I sighed as I finished getting ready for bed, packing up some of the items i used so Id be ready for tomorrows move. Cutting off my light I climbed into bed and went to sleep.

Once again I fell into that strange dream, I was younger on a playground with a bunch of kids. As I slowly walked around trying to figure out where I was, I saw a group of kids taunting a boy with brownish red hair. "Son of a hundred maniacs! Son of a hundred maniacs!" The boy seemed to glare at them instead of crying or begging them to stop. Like I always did I ran over to the group and stood in front of the boy facing the taunting children. "Hey! Leave him alone don't you have anything better to do?" I shouted. My words never fazed and it was almost like I didn't exist to them, but the boy he could see me he could hear me. I know because this time he looked directly at me that glare lessening and a look of confusion replacing it. I was lurched out of that dream and I could see that same boy but older probably in his teens tucked away cutting himself. I looked down at myself and noticed I was a teen too, biting my lip I walked over to him. "Stop your going to give your self an infection or slip and cut too deep and kill yourself!" He looked up at me and gave me a rueful smirk. "Perhaps Ill cut you instead." I shook my head and placed a gentle hand on the arm he had sliced into. He tensed and glared at me, ripping the bottom of my shirt I wrapped it around his wrist. "Is this because of those kids?" I asked as he watched me perplexedly. "Kids? No.." he said giving me a weird look. Suddenly the blade was on my cheek and a thin cut scratched into it. I jolted awake and stopped my alarm. I went to the bathroom and nearly screamed, like in my dream my shirt was ripped and my cheek was cut. Shaking my head and going on with my morning routine and then packing it all up, making excuses as to why I was the way I was dismissing the creepiness of it. The movers came and got all my stuff and we travailed to my new home on elm street. Once there the movers put all the furniture and boxes into my house and then left and I got to unpacking.

After getting a good majority unpacked I was exhausted and laid down and instantly went to sleep this time I did not fall into the same dream this place was much much darker and I almost wished I was back in that dream. From what I could tell I was in a boiler room and was my normal age. My (h/c) was down and sticking to my face from the heat in the distance I could hear a scratching on the metal that made my heart rate increase. "Well, well,well..look what we have here." The voice was deep and almost gravely and sent fear shooting through me. "W-who are you?" Suddenly a man with a badly burnt face in a green and red sweater was in front of me a knife glove at my neck. "Thats what I should be asking you, maybe you don't recognize me but that little cut tells me all I need to know  (y/n). Here let me jog your memory." Suddenly he was the little boy then the teen from my dream! "H-how?" He went back to his burnt form and glared at me. "Exactly what I wanna know, how you managed to worm your way into my memories bitch!" I flenched as he shouted at me. "I-I don't know sir I don't even know who you are!" He slid a knife finger down my chest lightly digging into my skin enough to leave light red marks but no cuts. "Names freddy...freddy krueger.." his hand went lower and out of reflex I grabbed his arm to stop him. Suddenly we were flashed out of the boiler room and in some shabby house or shack. I could hear a yelling from the next room and I quickly rushed in. There was freddy as a child being beaten by this older dark haired man, at first he cried out at an especially bad hit when another came hit bit back the cry. Snapping out of it I rushed to the now child freddy and yanked him up into my arms and away from the man and ran. Once I felt I was far enough away I stopped, painting I glanced back making sure the man hadn't followed. When I turned back around I was no longer holding a child freddy but hugging the burnt one jumping back I let him go. He glared at me, "How the fuck do you keep doing that?!" He yelled. I squeezed my eyes shut just wanting to wake up, " I don't know I'm sorry all I wanted to do is sleep!" He growled a frustrated noise and I peeked open an eye. A claw was rested on my hip and I nearly cried when I felt the cut. "You have until I finish carving my name into you either figure this out or I kill you, I don't mind playing with a cute little prey like you for a bit keeps things interesting." And just like that I woke up searing pain on my side and in my hip was an 'F'