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My Nightmare
I wake up in to find myself in the house of Freddy Krueger. I close my eyes telling myself that it's all a dream and that I'm perfectly fine. Then all of a sudden I feel a gloved hand grab me by the throat and then I'm lifted into the air. My eyes open slowly to see Freddy's burned face his mouth fixed in a demonic smile. "Let's play a little game of mine." he says in dark and menacing voice. He throws me across the room and laughs as I struggle to get to my feet. "You have ten seconds. Ten, nine, eight..." I never heard if he kept counting cause I had already rounded the corner and was through the big oak door at the end of the hall way. Only to find myself in the enormous boiler room I had seen so many times in the movies. Suddenly I feel the gloved tighten on my shoulder. "Time's up kid." I turn around to face Freddy "I don't think so" I say in a disturbing and menacing voice as a disturbed and demonic smile spreads across my face. I raise my right hand revealing the ten, razor-sharp, clawed leather glove strapped to it. "This is my dream and I don't plan on it ending so soon." Then in the distance a familiar rhyme is heard "1, 2 Eric's coming for you. 3, 4 he's afraid no more. 5, 6 you're in a fix. 7, 8 it's too late. 9, 10 this is the end." Then in one swift move I swipe at Freddy with my right hand, the claws of my glove rake away bits of burnt skin from his neck. I watch as Freddy falls to his knees blood pouring profusely from the gashes on his neck. I walk behind him and bury the 5 inch claws into the top of Freddy’s head, and with my left hand I grab his lower jaw. “Welcome to my nightmare.” I say in a cold menacing voice. Then in one swift motion I tear Freddy’s lower jaw as well as the top of his head from the rest of his skull. I stood there looking at his burned and mutilated corpse the disturbed and demonic smile spreading across my face once more as I dropped the pieces of flesh I had taken from Freddy’s skull and knelt down to where his glove lay. I slipped off the glove and stood up holding it as though it was a priceless artifact. I had always thought of this glove as a symbol and source of incomprehensible power and now it was mine. Then without warning I felt the glove grow immensely hot, I tried to drop it but it wouldn’t come free of my left hand. A sudden wave of unbearable pain shot through me as I realized that the glove was melding with my hand. Seconds later the pain stopped, I looked at my now severely burned left hand; it had instead of fingernails 5” long bloodstained metallic claws. As I admired my new hand I felt an unbearable heat engulf me as I became engulfed in black and red flames. I began to see all the people Freddy had murdered, they were screaming, begging me to set them free. However I had no intention of ever freeing them, in fact their expressions of terror and pain made me feel like laughing, I had never felt so good. I suddenly felt compelled to make all those in world suffer as I had been forced to suffer all my life. It was their turn to lose everything dear to them and burn in the fires of insanity. So I began my rein of torment and death, I went from town to town brutally murdering all who was there, never show mercy, leaving none alive. Soon the world knew my name and all feared me, nothing could stop me and the more I killed the stronger I became. I soon ended back at my home of Houston, Texas where I continued my bloody rampage of carnage and death. Then I came upon the house of the only person who had been there for me in my time of need, Aierbeth. She loved and cared for me when everyone else ran and feared me, she had shown me that I could love something and how it felt to be loved. She came running out of her house, her parents screaming for her to come back. She ran up to me and wrapped her arms around my waist and burst into tears. She begged me to stop, to return to the Eric she once knew and loved. Her actions made something inside me snap and I realized everything I had done and all those I had hurt for no reason at all. I felt myself collapse onto my knees tears streaming down my face. I felt my left hand separate itself from the horrid piece of destruction that it had been melded with so long ago. I tore the glove off and threw it into the fire, and then I wrapped my arms around her and told how much I loved her and how sorry I was. She looked up at me smiling then without warning her smile turned into a grimace of pain and shock. Blood began to flow her mouth, she looked down and saw the claws of the shredder impaled into her stomach. I pushed her away as the disturbing and demonic smile spread across my face once again “The Eric you knew is dead.” I said in a mocking and menacing voice as I grabbed a burning piece of wood and used it to light her on fire, as she screamed I began to laugh. Suddenly I wake up, and I swear I could see Aierbeth floating of me as the demonic laughter faded into silence.
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