The Man of My Sister's Nightmares

## The Man of My Sister's Nightmares by Scared Senseless TV

(Freddy Krueger was created by Wes Craven.)

Within the town of Springwood, I had a reputation for being a bit of a troublemaker in my early teens. I was a bit of a handful to say the least and did some things that I'm not proud of. As I got older, I grew out of my troublesome ways, but I was never quite able to shake myself of the reputation I'd earned. I was sarcastic and a little cocky, so I guess that didn't help my case. My younger sister Lynn on the other hand, had a completely different personality to mine. She was warm, kind and had a positive attitude towards life.

I envied those things about her.

Mom and dad would never admit it, but Lynn was clearly their favorite child. She had all the potential in the world, while I was a walking disaster. Everything seemed to be coming up roses for Lynn, until she started having nightmares. One morning, I was sat at the kitchen table eating breakfast. When I looked over at Lynn and noticed that she seemed exhausted. She looked like she hadn't slept in days. I asked Lynn if she was okay and at first, she didn't acknowledge me, she just stared at the floor hopelessly. Then she started telling me about a dream she had the night before.

Lynn described being trapped in a scorching hot boiler room with a disfigured man. He wore a striped red and green sweater, a brown fedora and a glove with knives on fingers. Lynn was really shaken up by the dream. I had never seen her in such a state. Lynn said that she'd had this nightmare a few times before, with the man getting closer and closer with each dream. I asked her if she told mom and dad about this, and she said no. I told Lynn that after school, she should tell our parents about the weird dreams. She said okay, and we both left for school. Later that day, after a long in-depth conversation with our parents, they said they'd look into getting Lynn some therapy. Lynn was hesitant at first, but I convinced her to at least give it a chance.

A few weeks went by, and Lynn had been to multiple therapy sessions. She didn't seem as on edge, but her dreams were still very much a problem. Concerned, mom asked me to sleep in Lynn's bedroom for a while. On my first night sleeping in her room, I was awoken by Lynn's bizarre mumblings. I sat up in the bed and listened to some of the things she was saying. I couldn't make out most of it, except for one thing.

*"One two, Freddy's coming for you."*

Lynn's mumbling then stopped, and she seemed to have resumed her regular sleeping state. I was genuinely weirded out by what I just witnessed. As creepy as it was, it paled in comparison to what happened the next night. I must have been half asleep when I heard Lynn's voice say: "Help me Sarah, please! I need you!" My eyes opened and I was shocked to see that I was standing in a boiler room, the same bowler room Lynn had described. The humidity was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. I called out Lynn's name and immediately heard her scream for help. I followed the sound of Lynn's screams. As I walked further into the boiler room, her voice led me to some rusty old locker. I opened it and saw Lynn, crouched down with her hands over her head. As soon as she saw me, she got out and gave me a massive hug. Lynn was beyond relieved to see me.

I asked her what was going on and she said that she somehow must have pulled me into her dream. I was having trouble comprehending this, it just didn't seem real. Then we both got a massive scare, as a deep demonic voice came from the distance.

"Sarah..." said the voice.

I looked all around me to see where the voice was coming from, but I couldn't see anyone. Me and Lynn made a run for it down some stairs, which descended us even further into the depths of the boiler room. We ran through a narrow space for a couple of minutes before we finally reached a dead end. My claustrophobia was at an all-time high, I was finding it hard to breathe. Then the sounds of screeching almost burst our eardrums.

Lynn and I looked straight ahead. A man appeared in front of us. On his right hand, he wore a leather glove with blades sticking out of it. I had never seen anything like it before in my life. He ran the blades of his glove over the rusty pipes that resided in the confined space we were in. With each step he took, his appearance became more visible, which made me feel sick to my stomach. His skin was burned beyond recognition, and his teeth looked as sharp as the blades on his hand. It was a truly terrifying visual. The man removed his blades from the pipes and, with only one blade, ripped through his red and green sweater and proceeded to slice open his own chest. Lynn and I stood there, horrified as thick yellow pus started to pour out of the man.

He could see how disturbed we were and seemed to enjoy every second of it. The burned man then got extremely close to Lynn. He looked at her as if she were a piece of meat, as if he could smell her fear. The man then glanced over at me. It felt like he was staring into my very soul. He smiled at me before turning his attention back to Lynn and sadistically driving the blades of his glove into her stomach. I let out a huge scream as I saw this happen. I began attacking the man, trying to get him off Lynn. During the struggle, his fedora fell to the floor, which seemed to make him angry. He grabbed me by the hair and banged my head onto a steel pipe.

Upon impact, I suddenly woke up from the dream. I started shaking Lynn, hoping that she'd wake up. I even slapped her across the face to try and get some kind of reaction. It didn't work. Then I made a horrifying discovery as I glanced down at her stomach and saw that her pajama shirt had giant, bloody slash marks on it. I quickly ran to my parent's room and woke them up. Dad called the paramedics, and they arrived within 10 minutes. Despite their best efforts, the paramedics were unable to save Lynn's life. She was only 16 years old.

It's been a few weeks now and my family are still suffering through the aftermath of Lynn's death. They have so many questions, questions that I don't have the answers to. The last thing I can remember about that dream is looking down at the fedora of the burned man and seeing a name written inside of it.

**Freddy Krueger.**

Whenever I've asked about that name, no one seems to want to tell me anything. I even tried to look up the name online, but hardly anything shows up. I have a feeling that this "Freddy Krueger" guy has a history here in Springwood, a history nobody wants me to find out about. Last night, I had my first dream since Lynn's death. I was back in that boiler room. I didn't encounter Freddy, but I did find something written in blood on a wall. It read: *They got what they deserved, and soon, you will too*.

Those words have been stuck in my head ever since. They're all I can think about. I need to find a way of putting a stop to Krueger, and fast.

If not, Lynn may not be the only child my parents have to lay to rest.