You wake up to find yourself laying on a carpet less floor of a damp bedroom, its raining heavily outside - large flashes of lightening light up the empty room followed by angry clasps of thunder. You have no idea where you are, this is not your bedroom - h**l, this isn't even a house you recognize.
Curious, you step towards the bedroom window moving the net curtain to the side to peek out. Street lights iluminate a winding road behind a series of tall trees and the rain falls heavily by the second showing no let up.
You notice a shadowy figure from the corner of your eye as you peer outwards from the window, you pull it open and a hard rain gust hits you in the face drenching you in the process. A man stands to his side with his face hidden by what appears to be his hand, as if looking away to avoid facial contact. Upon closer inspection the hand resembles a garden tool, no wait - it resembles a brown leather glove with metal claws attatched to it.
"Peek a Boo I see you ! marghahahahaha! " , a second deadly flash of lightening lights up the night sky for a split second; good lord, it cannot be , is this who you think it is ? god help you it is.
Freddy Krueger stares up at you with a sinister grin, then he screams out "BOO!" , his neck stretching upwards and towards your window in the shape of a large boa constricter, his grotesque burned face slamming against it in the process.
You jump back in horror stareing at a bloated Krueger face. Then it vanishes. This is no time for games or questions, this is time for action. Action which only you alone will have to take to get out of this house alive. You fling open the door and begin to feel yourself shaking, you manage to compose yourself and carefuly navigate through the corridor down the staircase.
Facing the front door, you realise given what you have just witnessed from the bedroom window, and what presumably lurks outside - youre not taking any f@cking chances. You rush into the kitchen and try to find a stabbing weapon of some sort, not a single knife on the knife rack.
Urgency gets the better of the situation as you fling open all the kitchen drawers, every kitchen utensil a nanny would need but no Knife. This can't be happening, no it just can't be you think to yourself.
Then a frantic knock knock noise. And a voice.
"Hello ? Anybody home ? ding-dong ! marghahahahaha "
Freddy Krueger toying with you. You find a baseball bat by the corner of the staircase, next to the door leading down to the cellar. For now this will do. You notice a flask containing hot coffee, you knock down a few cups of it figuring 'anything to stay awake and in the real world'.
You turn around and walk towards the front door, opening it and taking a step backwards with the bat in hand. Nothing.
You race outside and spin in the direction of the house then you look to both sides. Nothing. The sign next to the house reads 'Elm Street'. The number on the house reads 1428.
The sound of heavy shoes walking on gravel and water draws closer from behind you, you turn around again and if you didn't **** your pants earlier now would be a perfectly okay reason to do so.
Jason Vorhees stares at you with a machete, and his eyes seem dialted under that mask, but emotionless. You notice his midsection, hes been injured bad and has knife wounds and severe lacerations. Rain drips from his tip off the tip of his machete blade as you stare back in horror and confusion.
This cannot be happening, this cannot be happening you're thinking to yourself.
"Step away from the kid now, be a good boy Jason - hes mine ! " , screams Freddy from the rooftop. You look up and hes crouched on the wet roof top overlooking the pair of you.
Jason Vorhees walks towards you with a purpose, he raises his machete wielding arm and delivers a blow towards your shoulder blade - you bat it off and foolishly run back into the house with the stench of what seems to be your own S**t in your pants.
You shiver and peek out of the house window.
"Noooooo! " screams Freddy, he flys directly into Jason Vorhees and rakes his face repeatedly whilst exclaiming "I told you to LEAVE MY CHILDREN ALONE you b*****d".
TO BE CONTINUED...
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