Freddy Krueger : Freddy's back

Freddy Krueger : Freddy's back

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Have you ever died in your dreams? If yes,then you are lucky to still be alive now.Why? Because some people don't always make it out alive.Why?..is that what you just asked? Don't worry I'll still tell you.There is a man named Freddy Krueger who kills people in their dreams. And how you know that he's coming for you?........you just hear this in your dreams: One, two...Freddy is coming for you three,four...Better lock the door five,six...Grab your crucifix seven,eight...Better stay up late nine,ten...Sleep and never wake up!!!
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*2016 Update* I plan on getting around to edit this eventually, so forgive the small grammar mistakes. ••••• "I won't kill you" he blurted out with regret. Confusion mingled with my fear. He regretted not killing me? "Who are you?" I asked, slowly moving toward the closed door. He looked at the painting on my easel, and smiled darkly. I saw it clearly for the first time, and my eyes widened. I had painted the man in my dream. His face, twisted in a smirk, dominated the canvas. A swirl of crimson paint surrounded him, and I saw myself in the painting, wearing a long, black evening gown, my hair in a long ponytail, my pail skin glowing, and I stared at the man with love in my eyes. The painting I had created shocked me to the point of forgetting to escape. "Nice" the man said, and yanked open the window above my bed. He crawled out of the room, crouched on the window sill. "Jeff" he said softly, watching me with interest. "Huh?" Came my dumbfounded voice. "My name is Jeff"

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