My dark, twisted and demented imagination

Murder House

This chapter is written from my 9-year-old brother's point of view. 

Surrounded by soap, warm water, and rubber duckies: I knocked out in my bathtub. My mother had constantly been lecturing me to take a bath due to the horrible odor I was producing. I had just came from soccer practice and was exhausted right after.

My dream was pitch black. I had figured I wouldn't have a dream this time, just like many other nights. Suddenly, heat starts to rise. The pitch black color was no longer black, it was slowly turning to blood red. You would think that you were somehow in hell. 

Figures started to form in this red area, it seemed to be a basement water tank. There were pipes connected everywhere and a DANGER sign that was barely hanging onto the wall as it had been ripped.  There was a door which had stairs leading upstairs to the house. As my hand reached towards it, the door slammed shut. I threw my body against it, trying to open the door in any way possible.

It was locked.

Behind me was a pile of trash cans. In one of the trash cans, there was a broken glass mirror. It was cracked at the top right edge but I could see my reflection. I no longer looked like my 9-year-old-self I was now big and buff, I looked like I was 18. I was now wearing glasses and I had a stubble for facial hair. I was wearing ripped jeans; they were ripped because I had a cut on my lower leg. I was wearing Timbs and they were grimy at the sole. I was more buff now (where did all this muscle come from?) and I had a height of about 6'3. 

I was stunned by what I saw in the next trash can. There was a female who had broken glasses and she was dead. Her eyes were gone, and you could now see the bloody cavities where her eyes were supposed to be. 

I decided to explore this eerie basement and find my way out of this hell hole that I was in. I had found strange claw marks on the walls of the basement.

I turn around.

There I found five bodies lying dead. They were positioned to where it looked like they were running away from something but could not escape its wrath. There were claw marks near their necks and several stabs in the center of their body. The claw marks looked like Wolverine was cutting up these poor people.

I worried that I would have the same fate as these five. 

I continue my search for a way out. Some of the lights were broken and so it was hard to see. Trying to find my way through this large, one-of-a-kind basement; I bump into someone.

It seemed to be a female with blue eyes. She had her brown hair up in a ponytail and her face was grimy. I figured she had been stuck down here for a while now.

She grabbed the collar of my shirt.

"Who are you?  How did you get in here? What are you doing here? Did you find a way out? " she asked, compiling all these questions for me.

"Who are YOU?" I asked.

"I'm Nancy Thompson," she replied.

I had told her my name was Farhan, I had suddenly appeared in this eerie hell of a basement and that our only way out was locked. She told me about a tall man who had burnt skin on his face and had claws on his hands like Wolverine.

"I had a friend with me. She was a redhead with glasses, and she was murdered by this man." "I'm so scared Farhan," Nancy said as she wept.

I figured I wouldn't tell her what condition her redhead friend was in because that would result in her being more frightened. 

"Shhh.. we don't want him to hear us," I said.

"He goes by the name Freddy Krueger. He's really scary. They say that if you dream about him in Elm Street, he will come after you."  she whispered.