Freddy vs. Jason vs. Ash

Carrie's Nightmare

Carrie normally slept through the night, but tonight her bladder was working overtime. She had gotten up out of his bed and headed for the bathroom. Strangely, the hallway seemed to go on forever. When she finally got to the bathroom, she opened the door, and was puzzled by what she found.

She was on a street curb she didn't recognize; the bathroom had disappeared. She looked across the street and saw the mailbox said "1428 Elm St." Carrie felt something pulling her towards the front door of the building. She walked unwillingly towards the decrepit, dilapidated building.

The house was boarded up and foreboding; and the entire lawn looked dead. The trees out in front were on the verge of collapsing, threatening to crush anyone who was under them when they did. The windows were boarded up, but the wood was rotting away. The glass was long gone, and the red door was scratched up something fierce. The roof was at one point in time green, but was now just a faded vomit color. The white façade had mostly faded away as well. And was that blood just under the window to the right?

Carrie suddenly found herself standing before the door; without realizing her actions, she reached forward and grabbed the doorknob, and slowly turned it.

The inside of the house was much larger than the outside suggested. From the outside, it looked like a normal two-story house, but when Carrie looked up, the ceiling seemed to stretch at least a hundred feet high.

Everything was also covered in some kind of slime, which itself was coated in what looked like dust and ash. She touched the banister of the stairs leading to the upper level and her hand slipped off immediately. She walked around the banister and spotted a door on the wall. She opened it up and saw that the steps went down. And down. And down. She couldn't see the bottom.

Suddenly, she was standing on the first step and the door had closed behind her; everything became pitch black. Wall-mounted candles lit up on either side of her, illuminating the passage. She still couldn't see the bottom, however.

She turned and tried to open the door, but it was red hot. She took an instinctive step backwards and began falling down the stairs. She stopped herself after a few steps and got up, almost falling again because the stair she was on was half as long as the one she had fallen from. In fact, each step seemed to get smaller and smaller the further she went. She continued on. Eventually, the steps disappeared altogether, leaving a sheer drop-off. Carrie could see the bottom, a good twenty feet down. The drop-off appeared to be some type of chamber. On the opposite side was a door.

Carrie decided to sit on the ledge and prepare herself for a drop. She jumped off the ledge and waited for the landing. It never came. She looked down. The bottom now appeared to be a hundred feet away, and getting further away. Yet, Carrie still knew she was falling. Then, the ground got closer and closer. She braced herself for the pain to come when she hit the ground. She waited for her body to be splintered into a million pieces and strewn all over the place.

That never came either. She landed on her feet with the grace of an Olympic Gymnast. Shocked, she looked up. The drop-off was no more than three feet above her 5' 9" body.

"Weird," Carrie said to herself. She turned around and realized she was back outside the house, though it was in much better condition that it was before; it was now fixed up and repainted.

Before she could piece together what was happening, she saw a figure to her right. She shrieked as the figure came towards her fast with a long object reared back behind it, ready to strike her down. The figure stepped out of the shadows, and Carrie screamed loudly!

"David!"

David was standing near her, holding a two-by-four in his hands, a fraction of a second away from striking her with it. However, once he realized who it was, he dropped it quickly.