Running From This Nightmare 1

Snow?

"Hey... It's snowing." She waited for a response from the younger children sitting at their small desks, as they colored or played with child-safe play-dough, laughing and smiling with innocent eyes. Her turned away from the window, knowing that the children had to of heard her, and wondering why there were no cries of joy or squeals of excitement.

She was startled to find that all the children had stopped their coloring or building with the play-dough, and all had their faces covered, quietly, in small whispers, singing. Furrowing her brows, she stepped around her desk and looked at each of them, straining her neck forward to try and catch what they were saying.

"One, two, Freddy's coming for you..." Was all she caught, before all the children's voices started melting together into incomprehensible murmurs. She gave them each wary looks, as she made her way over to the closes table of children near her desk, where three little girls sat, each wearing frilly white dresses that she couldn't recall any of them wearing when they'd entered the classroom this morning. Or even recall seeing them being dropped off this morning!

Coming to a crouch near a small girl with dark chocolate brown hair in a side ponytail, she reached out and lightly placed her hand on the girls left shoulder with her left hand. The little girl lowered her hands, and slowly turned to look at her with big, brown, eyes glazed with fear and small tears.

"Honey... Whats wrong? Why are you crying?" She asked softly, the child blinking at her, as she removed her hand from the small girls shoulder. "Freddy's coming. You better hide." She said, her voice sounding scared and weak, yet seaming to echo around her. She straightened up as she came to her feet, staring down at the little girl, who continued to stare at her with fearful, tear glazed, eyes, as she tried to recall the child's name.

"Is Freddy your daddy? Whats your name?" She asked, earning a blank stare from the little girl. "My names Nancy Holbrook. I'm five. And Freddy's a bad man." Her voice sounded louder this time, as all the children suddenly stopped. Their hands lowered and their heads all snapped in her direction.

She backed up into her desk, as they all stood. They each stared at her with blank faces. She opened her mouth to question what they were doing, only to watch, in horror, as they all suddenly turned to dust and crashed to the floor, the classroom changing and becoming dark and dirty. Her desk, which she was gripping in fear, became dusty and molded, startling her enough to cause her to push away from the desk, and whip around to face the chalkboard and her desk.

Her mouth went dry and her face paled, as she found a small, eery, figure standing in-front of the bored, his back to her as he held his left arm over his eyes as his head and arm touched the board.

"Four... Three... two... one! Ready or not. Here comes Freddy!" He sang in a deep, otherworldly deep and graveled, voice as his right hand, which was hidin' in shadows, slid down the chalkboard, sending a shiver down her spine and causing her to cringe at the horrific sound that he made while doing so, reminding her almost of nails on a chalkboard!

"My, my! If it isn't little Kia," she gaped in confusion and slight discomfort, as he turned his head to the side, his face shadowed by a dirty, brown, fedora. His body turned slowly to face her, as she took a step back, catching what his jaw looked like in a sliver of light. He was burned. Badly! "How you've grown. Still have those pretty ice-blue eyes, I see."

She shuddered, as he stepped casually towards her and around her desk, while she stepped back, trying to keep a good bit of distance between them. He continued forward, and she backwards, til she felt herself hit something solid; the back of the classroom wall!

"Shit!" She whispered, earning a tsking sound from the man, as he now stood a mere foot away from her. "Still using words you shouldn't, I see!" She gagged as a smell of death, burning flesh, and smoke attacked her nose, as he leaned towards her, his shadowed right hand lifted up beside him, revealing a gardeners glove with sharp, blood stained, knives for the fingers!

"Who the hell are you?" She breathed out, tensing as his left hand grabbed her roughly by her shirt collar, before slamming her harder against the wall, as he pressed himself forward and against her, pinning her. She shuddered, as she felt the cold of his blades touch her neck. "You've forgotten me as well!" He snarled, as his flesh, left, hand suddenly yanked her from the wall, before tossing her to the side and into a shelf full of paints and colors, throwing them everywhere as she crashed into it.

Gasping at the shock and pain, she rolled over onto her back and stared wide eyed as the man hovered over her. "What the fuck do you want from me?!" She yelled, gagging as a booted foot came down on her chest, pinning her to the ground, as he brought his right hand out for a strike! She screamed as his hand came towards her, preparing herself for the blades to strike her face-