ೃ⁀➷𝘈𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘒𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘴(𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥)

Chapter 72-Desire for Blood

The past two weeks with Freddy were relatively chill, I was able to get a lot of work done and there was oddly good service here so I was able to catch up with family and friends. Freddy himself told me that he was gonna talk the weeks off from nightmares as to spend more time with me, during sleep as well as he would continue to give me amazing dreams. They consisted of me in worlds I had only imagined myself to be in from books and movies, I met some of my favourite characters and it all felt so amazing and real that I was actually content when I had to wake up.

However today I asked Freddy if he could show me how he gives the children night terrors, and to take me with him as I wished to help him. He initially was a bit hesitant, saying that he didn't wish for me to get hurt in anyway or to be terrorized myself from what I saw. But when I explained to him exactly what I had done in the past and the fact that I had killed, tortured and felt joy from them all he was more open to me joining him.

He said that he'd go to find the victims, to terrorize them during the day if they slept during school or had a quick nap. All was to leave them on edge so that when the main course hot them at night they would be easier to scare to the point that we might be lucky enough to kill one or more of them. I felt odd, the idea that we might be able to kill a teen tonight made me excited and I smiled at the thought during the day nonstop.

I felt as if I was slipping from sanity but at the same time my mind felt clearer than ever before. It was as if the world had finally set itself into place and into perfection. I felt as if I was meant to rid the world of it's filth and that it was all in good fun to do so. The rush o\f adrenaline and pleasure when you drained the life of another was intoxicating, as was the smell of their blood. I was itching to feel it all again, wanting to have more death on my hands. It was a haunting but not daunting feeling that had been brewing in me and when I really thought about it, this wasn't something new.

I began to remember all the times I had such a feeling in me, more so it was a fleeting thought about someone I had grown a dislike for. I of course loved horror films and always rooted for the killers. And when they finally got their victim I cheered, I laughed out and I even clapped. I never was one to look away from the screen and enjoyed the gore and weapons. This translated to other films, shows, books and video games, in any of those if there was a death scene I was instantly captivated. I never saw anything wrong or foretelling of my nature back then but looking back now, after having killed, I saw all the warnings there of what I would become.

I moved off of my bed and got changed in a comfortable outfit where I would be able to run if needed, cause in the dream world Freddy did control it all but I wanted to help out If I could. I slipped into my favourite jeans, shirt and shoes however I made sure to add a coat that had many pockets where I slipped a few knives into. In the mirror I looked the same as I did I few months ago but in reality I knew that I had majorly changed on the inside.

Another thing I found exciting through all of this was that Freddy had brought up my ex's secretary once more. He said that if tonight went well we would begin planning her torture and maybe even death. He also said that if the night went incredible and happened quickly we would just go straight to her and begin her terrors tonight. I was good with either since I wanted to see her fall apart. I didn't care all to much about my ex anymore but I had always hated cheaters and side-hoes who knew that they were the side-chick and she definitely did since I always came into my boyfriend's work, well his own company, to give Aaron lunch or attention. She had said she hadn't known and even came to tell me of the affair herself bout that was all to save herself cause when I thought about out she was always there when I came to see him.

Looking in the mirror I saw, instead of my reflection, myself stabbing that bimbo. Her screams invaded my imagination and the blood splatter appeared before my eyes and all over the mirror, as if it coated the inside. I began laughing when I imagined that, it started small before it broke off into pure insanity, I was far gone at this point. However moments of insanity occur often in certain types of people, so they will be calm and normal one moment and the next they will be crazy and vengeful. The moment was soon over as I found myself calmly heading to the kitchen to grab a sandwich, internally though I was counting the hours till nightfall, where blood will be shed.