Never Sleep Again. Another Nightmare On Elm Street.

"Wrong Direction, Bitch."

                            Miranda's POV
I was currently watching a movie on Netflix. It was pretty hard to keep my eyes open. This whole day was so stressful. „Miranda, don't you think you should go to bed? It's really late." My Mum stepped into the living room. „Yeah, you're right." I gave her a tired smile and hugged her. „Sleep well." My Mum and I got out of the hug and went into my room. I lay down in my bed and send Natalia a last text. We were discussing our outfit for the party on Saturday. After I send the message I covered myself with my blanket and turned the light off. I closed my eyes and let myself slowly fall into my dream world.
Dream
I woke up and looked around. I was laying on a weird couch. „Miranda, come play with me!" My five year old sister was standing in the doorway. She wore a white dress and had pigtails. In her hand she had a ball. I got up and went towards her. „Catch me." She ran away. I playfully rolled my eyes and then followed her out of our house, into a brand new world. „What in the world is that?" In front of me was a large pool, and my sister was swimming in it. „Come in and play with me." She gave me a smile. I was getting scared because I hate water. When I was a little child I almost drowned in water once. „Why don't we play hide & seek?" In that moment my sister gave me such an evil stare. „I like uncle Freddy more. He isn't so afraid." Who? We don't have an uncle named Freddy. Before I could ask her what she meant, she was gone. The pool was empty. „Emily." I screamed in panic. The water turned red and started bubbling. I took a few steps back and turned around. There was a person coming towards me. The closer the person got, the more scared was I. He held Emily's ball in his hands. „Why didn't you play with her? You really disappointed her." His face was completely scarred and burned. „Who are you?" He started grinning evil. „I'm Uncle Freddy. And this will be you." He held the ball with one hand and started poking the ball with his glove. Red substance came out of it. I panicked and started crying. „Leave me alone!!" I started going backwards. „I thought you wanted to play hide and seek, instead we will change that. I'm gonna catch you." he started walking towards me. I started running away from the blood water and this scary guy. There is a house, maybe I'm safe there. On my way to the house I fell and scratched my knee. It hurts like hell, but I can't let this Freddy get me. I got in the house. It was empty, no furniture or anything else. Great, no space where I can hide. I walked into an empty room and locked the door. I sat down and tried to calm down my breathing. What the heck is going on? Where's my sister?
I heard footsteps coming closer. Make no noise. Silence.
Is he gone? I quietly got up from the floor and walked to the door.
„Wrong direction, bitch." He laughed evil.
I looked behind me to se him standing there with a big smirk. He put his hand with the glove up. „Any last words?" Why last words? „You're taking too long to answer." His sharp glove fingers came towards me. I took the last power in me to push myself to the side, so that his sharp razors only scratched into my shoulder. I was now crying in a corner of  the room. When I looked up he was waving with his glove and he was smirking. Am I dead?
Reality
I woke up because someone was shaking me. It was only a dream. „What happened with your arm?" My mum looked at my arm. I looked to the side to see blood stains on my bed. Then I looked at my arm. Holy shit. This wasn't only a dream? Where's is Freddy? I looked around my room. „Get up and get dressed we're gonna drive you to the hospital. I think someone needs to look at your arm."
„What's with Emily?" She thought for a while. „I'm going to wake her up!" She got out of my room and left me alone.
I got up and walked to my dresser. Why is my knee hurting so badly? My thoughts went back to my dream. Oh, no. This can't be true. I pulled up my pants a little to see that my knee has a little scratch on it.
There's two options. Either it was the dream or I fell from the bed, but I never heard that someone bled that much from falling from his bed.
That dream is turning me insane.