Standing in
a graveyard-like setting, I know its church time. I don’t want to go, but I
know it’s necessary. Timmy, Jake and,
Amanda flank my sides walking down the steps. I feel like I’ve been here, but I
know I haven’t. It walked familiar meaning I could probably walk this place
without looking around really. That was just a guess. The leaves were dead,
orange and brown floating to the ground. The scene seemed peaceful, normal. And
of course we were talking about normal subjects like video games, movies I DO
know, and of course what we’re gonna do when we get home. I remember feeling
something was seriously off. Like something unbeknownst to me was there. Just
on the edge of my vision, the peripheral being off by a millimeter or something
equally small. I looked around warily and of course I saw the person watching.
Just a silhouette before he vanished. I was scared somewhat, but with the sun
shining. I ignored it and continued with the kids. We walk into the church and
suddenly the scene flips. I’m in a baker’s store. It was a bigger place with
places to sit. The walls were a cheerful yellow, and the shelves and chairs in
the room were a creamy pink. The tables bore the soft yellow color. Some of the
tables were occupied. I don’t exactly remember who was sitting at them, but
that’s not important at the moment. Whenever I walked into the shop; Timmy,
Jake, and Amanda disappeared. They were no longer there with me. In the shop,
there were also places to sit on the floor. The mats varied from pink to a
lighter red and back down to yellow. There was a woman with light blonde hair
and a friendly smile drawing something. For reasons unknown I went and sat next
to her. She had a rack next to her, and she had sweets on the bottom rack. I immediately
started asking about her. Who she was and what she did. Her name was Karen, but
she never gave a last name. She said she
was the creator of Garfield, you know, like the cartoon. I was so excited. I
started talking to her more. Now see the spot she had chosen, well it was right
by a hall-way so there was people constantly passing us. I knew a few of them
since they were in my classes in school. I saw one girl in particular. Kayla
Dill (Dyle) and immediately I called her over because I knew she loved art with
a passion. She seemed equally interested as me to find out the woman (Karen’s)
identity. She stayed and talked a bit for dismissing herself saying she had
duties to attend to. Now it was just Karen and I again. She was laughing at
some corny joke I had said and she pulled out a green pen. She asked if she could draw on my parts and
sigh something, so I agreed; Said sure;
I was wearing these skinny jeans that were wire wicked. The backs of
them had artificial tears like something had grabbed hold of me and shredded
me, well at least I thought they were artificial at the time. She wasn’t able
to finish the signature due to the fact that they were in her ways. So we just
left it after a bit of searching on my pants to find a part that wasn’t ripped
or shredded in some way or fashion. After that she took a bite of some of the
sweets that were behind her on the rack. She offered me some, but I wasn’t
hungry so I didn’t take any. It was really odd, and then she offered we go see
one of the many places around, and go get some cotton candy, she offered to
take me to a movie to. Of course, I told her I’d need permission from the
parents. She was like alright. And we got up. I told her I’d meet her later
where apparently we’d discussed. I walked out of the baker’s store to find myself
in the lobby of a fancy school. I could still hear Karen’s peals of laughter
behind me, but she wasn’t there. The assistant principal was standing there.
And several kids were in this lobby. It was a tensed hush throughout with a few
whispers planted here and there. I was kind of nervous. The lobby itself wasn’t
exactly normal. It was blank. The walls were gray and empty. No windows. There
was a pair of LARGE double doors saying exit on the L shape of the room. At the
back and on the exact opposite side the double doors were glass. Leading out to
what seemed a beautiful fall day, like the church yard (I know it’s a weird
time for that to come back into play). I knew something was off. It was my
fellow classmates and I standing in this room. The Vice Principal and the
Principal started leading most the students into the room with the giant double
doors. Something was wrong with them. I vaguely remember someone shouting from
the other side that if you were good you got to go outside. Like in regular
school. I only caught a mere glimpse of that room before the doors were slammed
and barred shut. It was like a church. Several pews, colored gray, were in
rows. And the carpet was blood-red seeming so off in the situation. Myself, and
the school jock were not pulled into the room. But I still couldn’t wonder why
we weren’t. I asked what did he think they were doing in there. He honestly
answered I don’t really know, but I don’t want to be a part of it. All the
sudden I heard the piercing scream of students coming from the room and they
sounded in agony. The crackling of fire came from the doors and they were
shoved open by some weird force. I was scared. The jock grabbed my arm and
tried to keep me from going to see the room. He wasn’t successful and I slipped
out of his grip and turned the corner. A scream poured off my lips in horror as
I saw the room. It was on fire, the scaffolding had fallen and the whole room
was bathed in crimson. I was screaming and I turned away from it. I’d seen burnt
and dead bodies. I was terrified. I ran straight into the jock and he screamed
“what the hell” really loud before looking around. We both walked outside to
see the principal and the vice principal waiting for us. They led us behind the
building and there was more students, only they were chained to trees. Think,
enforcing chains held them still. I didn’t know what was going on, but I didn’t
want to be a part of it. I felt a chain wrap around my wrist and looked down to
see a handcuff attached to my hand and it being clipped to a platinum bar. It
was like a bicycle stand had 3 bars and they were on different levels. The girl
to my right was one I’d had in English last year. Her name was Jordan and the
girl to the left of me, I couldn’t see her face, but the back of her head was bright
red. Well not bright, but it had the tint in it. Mostly it was just black. She
was crying, you could tell she was scared. She was muttering we’re gonna die,
we’re gonna die; over and over again. I couldn’t understand it. I pulled on my
hand to check for looseness. I figured the same thing that had happened to
those other students would happen to us. Only worse, Of course I think it
cliché now when I hear what was playing. The kids against the tree starting
eerily chanting “One, two, Freddy’s coming for you, three, four, Better lock
your door. Five, six, Grab your crucifix (My right hand grabbed up at my throat
to find the pendent my grandma gave me), Seven, eight, gonna stay up late, Nine,
ten, Never sleep again” by now I knew something was going to happen and it
wasn’t pleasant. The girl on my right, Jordan, started screaming and
struggling. I knew there were other people screaming and on this rack, but I
wasn’t paying mind to them. My only thought now was escape. That would be
pleasant. The kids repeated the chant and I saw the same man from before appear
out of the trees, only this time it was more than a silhouette. It was Freddy.
Now of course it’s stupid to dream like this, but in my every fiber I wanted
out of it. I didn’t want to be here anymore. I started struggling against my
bonds strongly when I heard the first scream. He’d run the first kid through
like it was nothing. I knew I was going to die if I didn’t get out. Somehow
after that the bar broke and I slipped off of it. Freddy was nearly done with
all the kids on the trees. They had suffered a horrible death no possible way
to escape. I started running hearing my feet pounding up against the asphalt. I
kept running until I tripped over a pile of papers. And without thinking I
picked them up. When I got to my feet I looked over to see Freddy on my left
side, and my friend Jodie on my right. She was running slightly faster than I
was. Freddy wasn’t using his claws for this case. He had a sword and while
running he kept trying to run me through with the sword. I had grabbed a pretty
good stack of papers and I was using them as shields against his blows. You
could tell he was getting pissed off that I could manage to block them with
merely paper. Jodie kept a little in front of me guiding where to go. We were
going to a building with the fabric of a tent, but the door of a regular house,
only shorter. The entrance had a cover over it, making it look a bit fancy. I
didn’t really care. So long as I could get out of this stupid danger. Jodie
stopped at the door and started pulling on the doorknob. The door was locked
and she couldn’t get it open. I could hear other kids following me a bit behind
me. The only way I could get up to there was to get to Jodie. I kept avoiding
slashes and stabs when Jodie walked back out to tell me what I already knew.
Our escape was locked. Freddy threw the sword at her and she ducked, it was an
automatic reaction and I ducked too since It meant my life. The sword went
right back to him, like it was attracted to him. I couldn’t understand the
logics of it, but it was deadly. He kept throwing it as Jodie inched back
towards where the door was. Finally he was close enough to grab me, and he did
so, but I wriggled free keeping the screams inside my system. I knew he could
taste the fear rolling off me, but I wouldn’t satisfy him with tears. I started
running full-fledged for that door to see if I could open it. Right before I
got under the canopy he grabbed me and held me back. I started screaming for
help and Jodie pulled me away from him. I felt grateful for a little, before
fear took over again. I ran up to the door and started pulling hard. You could
hear screams of kids as they died or got grabbed. More kids entered the little
sanctuary we were in, but none of us could get the damn door open. Finally I
decided to try to lift the side of the tent-like structure. It came up just a
tiny bit; Just enough for us to squeeze through. I dived under and didn’t stop
‘til I’d passed through. It was almost like a bouncy house. The colors were red
and yellow. I went through the doors ahead of me twice and was led back to the
baker’s shop. Jodie was standing next to me, and so was my friend Emily. The
three of us were well shocked to be out of it. We walked down ‘til we saw
ourselves. They were the ones running the shops. They smiled down at us and
said “you escaped”. We were all curious to know what the hell had just happened
so we asked if they knew. That’s when we realized they had been injured
previously. She said yeah. We can show you what happened. And they went into
explaining that only the good kids survived that, and that it happened every
year. That they let all those kids die. They reassured us several times that we
weren’t gonna die now and that we were safe… that’s when I woke up.
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