A New Killer Is Born

Chapter 10: Just A Dream

I quickly sat up straight in bed. I felt sweat beaded across my forehead and I reached my hand up and wiped it off with the back of my hand. I looked around, seeing that I was in my room, in my bed. I looked over towards the window and saw that it must of been morning as a little bit of light shinned in my room. I looked over across at my door and saw that it was cracked open a little from where my dad last left it. I pushed away my covers and slid out of bed. I walked over to the door and opened it all the way. I peeked my head out to see all the doors were closed shut. I stopped and listened for a minute to hear nothing, but snores. Everyone must be still sleeping.
I wondered if my dad and Uncle Freddy were sleeping. If they weren't, I decided to pay them both a little visit and ask them what that dream was all about. I stopped at my dad's room first and pressed my ear against the door. I listened hard and didn't hear nothing. It was just silence. Maybe my dad was awake. I knocked on the door softly. No sound. I lept up on my tippy toes and looked inside the keyhole under the door knob. I saw nothing, but darkness. Just then, the door knob jiggled above me and I jerked back startled.
The door swung open and my dad appeared.
"Morning dad.", I smiled.
Good morning. Do you mind telling me why your up so early?
"I had a nightmare.", I replied. "And I was wondering if you could tell me why you and uncle Freddy we're in it."
My dad stared at me through his hockey mask. He must of been puzzled as he reached his hand to the back of his bald head and scratched it.
Sweetie, I don't know what your talking about. What was this nightmare about?
Before I went to respond, my dad picked me up and walked me inside his room. I looked around and thought his room looked pretty nice. He had a king size bed, dressed up in black and white pillows and blankets. The walls were like a creamy white color and his furniture was all black. His bed looked like it hasn't been touch as he sat me down on it.
Now, my dad started off. Tell me about this dream.
"You and uncle Freddy were in it of course, but you two were very...mean to me. You both wanted to kill me."
My dad cocked his head to the side and his eye twitched. I then told him about his mother and how she wanted me dead also. What I still couldn't figure out was why though?
Wow, my dad sighed. That was a lot to take in. Maybe I should have a talk with your Uncle Freddy. He's the one that manages these stupid dreams, maybe he was just messing around with your head hun.
I cocked my eyebrow and wondered why Uncle Freddy would do such a thing. Then, I remembered from what happened last night. The look Uncle Freddy gave me and my dad before he went to bed. Maybe he was messing me in order to get his revenge But why me?
My thoughts were interrupted as my dad picked me up and stood me on the floor.
Want some breakfast?, my dad asked.
I thought for a moment and nodded. I was a little hungry. I followed my dad as he led the way out of his room. He closed his door behind me and started walking around to the stairs. I followed him downstairs and walked into the kitchen. I went over towards the fridge and looked inside. There was eggs, milk, yogurt, veggies, butter and other sorts of food.
Want to have a warm cooked breakfast?, I heard my dad asked from behind me. I looked up at him and nodded. I watched as he pulled out the eggs, butter, milk and two packs of linked sausages.
"What you making?", I asked.
Scrambled eggs, my dad replied. Your grandma cooked it for me all the time when I was around your age.
I nodded my head and watched as my dad took out a pan and began to start making the breakfast dish.
"You remember how to make it?", I asked.
My dad nodded his head. Your grandma was talking to me last night about it. She thought it would be best to cook a good breakfast instead of having cereal all the time.
I nodded my head and pictured my grandma in my mind from the dream I had last night. Her puffed white hair and her red sweater. She looked like a nice lady, but looked like she can be mean when she had to be.
Just then, a pair of footsteps was heard coming down the stairs and within a few seconds, Uncle Freddy popped in the kitchen. Unlike my dad, Uncle Freddy looked like he just woke up as I noticed that his eyes were still kind of foggy from the sleep and it just happened to be that he wasn't wearing his glove or his fedora hat.
Long night last night?, I heard my dad asked Uncle Freddy.
Uncle Freddy groaned and took a across from me. "You have no idea.", Uncle Freddy groaned.
He rubbed his hand over his burnt, bald head and looked across at me.
"What you doing up so early kiddo?", Uncle Freddy asked.
I asked her the same question and she said she had a nightmare about us last night., my dad spoke.
Uncle Freddy looked confused and looked back at my dad who was stirring something in a bowl and then looked back at me.
"Who's us?", Uncle Freddy asked.
Me and you., my dad replied over his shoulder. And since you are the so called dream demon, did you have something to do with that nightmare of her's last night?
Uncle Freddy shook his head. "If I did, the kid would be standing there dead."
I rolled my eyes and decided that it was my turn to speak. "You had to of done something Uncle Freddy, because in my nightmare, both you and my dad and not to mention my grandma, all of you wanted to kill me."
Uncle Freddy looked at me as if I was crazy and burst out laughing. I watched him as spit flew from his mouth as he laughed. I noticed my dad was watching him also. Once Uncle Freddy calmed down, he stood up from his chair and walked over towards me.
"Listen here brat.", Uncle Freddy snarled. "If I wanted to kill you, I'll do it and there would be nothing you could do about it. It's just simple as that."
So you mean to say that you had nothing to do with that nightmare of hers?, I heard my dad ask.
Uncle Freddy looked from me and back at my dad. Uncle Freddy stood up and shook his head. "She probably just had that nightmare because of what happened last night. It probably affected her mind or something."
I looked over at my dad who nodded his head in agreement and poured something yellow into the pan. He stirred the yellow liquid and put the cover of it.
"Was the dream that bad?", Uncle Freddy asked me.
I looked up at him and nodded. It probably was the first nightmare I ever had, but I don't think nobody knew that not even my father. "It felt real.", I said. "It was in your room with the pipes and things."
Boiler room?, my dad cut in. I looked over at him and nodded. Thankfully he understood what I meant. I turned back to Uncle Freddy who looked deep in thought.
"Like I said.", Uncle Freddy stated. "It could of been what happened last night and it affected your mind since it happened directly before you went to bed."
That could be it., my dad cut in. He walked over and stood beside Uncle Freddy. They both looked down at me and I saw Uncle Freddy whisper something into my dad's ear. My dad looked like he was thinking hard and then Uncle Freddy whispered something else in dad's ear. My dad nodded his head after Freddy was talking and my dad turned to go stir up the eggs. Uncle Freddy waked over to me and kneeled down on his knees. His burnt hand came up to my face. He ran his thumb over my one eye and did the same to the other. Then he raised his hand to my forehead and traced his finger softly over my skin. I closed my eyes and moaned at the touch. It felt good; it made me feel sleepy in a way. Uncle Freddy pulled his hand back and stood up.
"I don't feel anything. No energy field.", Uncle Freddy said to my dad. My dad turned back to me.
My dad walked over towards me and did the same thing Uncle Freddy did. I closed my eyes again, and began to wonder what Uncle Freddy meant. What was an energy field? Why were they touching my forehead for? Just then, since my eyes were closed, I felt my dad run his thumbs over my eyes.
Maybe you were right Freddy. Maybe the fight from last night had affected her mind to cause her to have a nightmare. I seriously don't feel anything., my dad spoke.
"I told you. Like I said, she must of dreamt the whole thing by mistake."
I opened my eyes and saw both of them looking down at me in wonder. My dad cupped my chin and looked like he was examining my face.
"There ain't no scratches on her or anything so it couldn't of been me.", Uncle Freddy reassured.
My dad nodded his head and pulled his hand away. He walked over to the stove and cut up the sausage links and mixed them in with the eggs. It started to smell good that it made my stomach growl. I looked at Uncle Freddy who was still studying me.
"What do you mean you couldn't of been you?", I asked uncle Freddy.
"I can get into people's dreams by mistake and not know it when I'm asleep. I found all that out a year ago.", Uncle Freddy replied.
"So you just walk in people's dreams and do what?", I asked.
"Toy with them and kill them." Freddy smirked evilly.
"Oh.", I rolled my eyes. "So you kill them in their sleep?"
Uncle Freddy nodded his head. "Something like that, yeah. I get my power by feeding off the fear of the people I kill when they scream and try to run for their lives. When I get my power, I become stronger and stronger until I'm invincible."
"Power?", I questioned. "What kind of power?"
"The kind of power to make you scream your head off.", Uncle Freddy smirk. Just then, with the click of the stove turning off, Uncle Freddy vanished. I cocked my eyebrow and looked around the kitchen. My dad was piling a plate of scrambled eggs for me and when he was done, he sat the plate in front of me.
There you go Ash; eat up.
I nodded my head at my dad and picked up my fork and started to eat. It was really good and I started to take another bite.
"Hey Ash...Ash...down here!", I heard Uncle Freddy yell.
I scanned around the whole kitchen for Uncle Freddy until I looked down and saw his face mixed in with my eggs and sausage. I let out a shriek and backed away from the plate.
"Oh come on Ash, aren't you going to eat?", Uncle Freddy chuckled. I rolled my eyes wit a sigh and picked up my plate and threw the eggs away. I heard Uncle Freddy let out a yell as he his little face fell down in the trash can along with the food. I walked over towards my dad and handed him the plate.
"Can I have a little bit more please, but not with Uncle Freddy in it?"
My dad chuckled and fixed me another small plate. I walked back to the table and sat down. As soon as I did, Uncle Freddy popped up in the seat next to me.
"Now you see what I can do.", Uncle Freddy smirked.
I took a bite of my sausage and turned to him. "Can you turn into any animals?"
Uncle Freddy thought for a moment and smirked. He gave me a wink and vanished again. I looked around the kitchen for any sight of him. He wasn't in here. My dad came over and took a seat down next to me and motioned for me to continue eating. I did and took another bite. Just then, a screm broke out through the entire house and I heard a door slamming and footsteps running down the stairs. It was Aunt Esther
She came in the kitchen screaming and running like a chicken with it's head cut off. y dad quickly shot up from his seat and walked over to Aunt Esther.
"There's a snake in my room!", she screamed.
I thought for a moment and knew it was Uncle Freddy that scared Aunt Esther. My dad picked Aunt Esther up bridal style and carried her into the living room and laid her down on the couch. I watched as my dad tried to calm Aunt Esther down and at that moment, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I spun around and there was nothing there. I cocked my eyebrow and behind me, under the table, but there was nothing. Just then, I heard a hiss. I froze in my spot knowing what made that sound. I went to scream as I felt the snake slither across my foot, but I stopped and watched as the snake slithered across the floor and headed towards the living room.
I stood up from my seat and followed the snake. I stopped and watch it slither it's way unseen towards my dad and Aunt Esther. The snake stopped at my dad's foot and let out a hiss to make it's presence known. Aunt Esther let out another scream. I giggled and watched as my dad went to stand up and lifted his foot. Uh oh, he was going to step on Uncle Freddy. The snake slither out of the way just in time before my dad's foot came crashing down on it. The snake slithered quickly over towards the corner of the room and then poof! The snake grew it and started to shine and transform into a man and before I knew it, Uncle Freddy stood there smirking. I giggled.
"Freddy!", Aunt Esther screamed. "Freddy it was you!"
"No shit Esther how else do you think a snake would magically pop in your room huh?", Uncle Freddy chuckled.
I giggled softly and walked over towards my dad and Aunt Esther. Aunt Esther stood up on the couch and reached for a pillow and threw it at Uncle Freddy. The pillow hit Uncle Freddy in the face and I laughed.
"Damn you Freddy! How could you do that?! You know I'm scared of snakes why would you do a stupid thing like that for!?", Aunt Esther yelled.
Uncle Freddy rolled his eyes, still smirking and walked back in the kitchen. I took a quick look a Aunt Esther and ran off after Uncle Freddy. I took a seat next to him at the kitchen table and smiled.
"That was pretty neat.", I said to him.
Uncle Freddy chuckled. "Yeah I know. I love scaring the shit out of Esther."
I picked up my fork and continued eating my breakfast. Just then, Uncle Pinhead came downstairs yawning and stretching out his arms.
"What's with all the racket down here?", he asked.
"Uncle Freddy scared Aunt Esther.", I replied with a smile.
Uncle Pinhead turned towards Freddy and sighed. "So that's why she was screaming?"
Uncle Freddy nodded with a chuckle. "I only did it because the kid wanted to see what my powers were like."
I nodded in agreement and Uncle Pinhead just shook his head. I giggled as so did Uncle Freddy. Uncle Pinhead disappeared around the corner as I knew he was heading towards the living room to check on Aunt Esther. Just then, my dad came into the and took a seat across from me.
"She ain't crying is she?", Uncle Freddy asked dad.
My dad shook his head and looked over my head. I looked back and saw Uncle Pinhead and Aunt Esther walking in. Aunt Esther shot Uncle Freddy a death glare and then when he wasn't looking, she smacked Uncle Freddy upside the head. I giggled and Uncle Freddy growled.
"That's for scaring me.", Aunt Esther said.
Uncle Freddy rolled his eyes and everyone was now seated at the kitchen table, well, at least Uncle Freddy, Uncle Pinhead, Aunt Esther, my dad and me. We all sat at the table and Aunt Esther grew into her older body and went over and fixed herself an cup of coffee.
"What are we doing today?", Aunt Esther called over her shoulder.
"First off, were gonna hang you from a tree.", Uncle Freddy said.
Aunt Esther looked back and stuck her middle finger up at Uncle Freddy. She then, grabbed her cup and walked back over towards the table. She took a seat between my dad and me.
"Don't we start my training today?", I asked from out of nowhere.
Uncle Pinhead lifted his head up from his hands and looked at me. "Do you want to start your training today?"
I thought for a moment and shrugged. "I guess. I rather just go ahead and get it done and over with."
Uncle Pinhead nodded his head in agreement and turned towards the others for their approval.
"I think it's a good idea to start today.", Uncle Freddy said to Uncle Pinhead.
Uncle Pinhead nodded his head and turned towards Aunt Esther. She shrugged her shoulders. "Well, it is a little too soon, but it's better to start now than later."
Uncle pinhead nodded and turned towards dad. "Jason? You want Ashley's training to start today?"
My dad turned from Uncle pinhead and looked straight at me. I gave him a soft smile and a nod to assure him that I was up for it. My dad turned back to Uncle Pinhead and nodded his head.
"Well." Uncle Pinhead sighed. "Should we go awake and tell the others now or wait?"
"I thought only one of you were going to train me a day?", I asked. "You know like Uncle Freddy teaches me for a whole day and then daddy teaches me the next day and so on."
Uncle Pinhead nodded his head. "We are love, but we should go tell the others that your training starts today so that way we all can talk and decide on who wants to train you first."
"Um, could I choose who I want to train me?", I asked.
Uncle Pinhead looked at me for a moment and then at my dad who shrugged his shoulders. "Um, I guess it wouldn't hurt to try. Who did you want first?"
I thought for a moment and turned to Uncle Freddy and smiled. "I want Uncle Freddy to teach me."