Calling Freddy Krueger Novels & Stories

she asked, dread infiltrating her voice. “Freya’s dead...” The phone slipped from her fingers, tumbling to the floor as she hurried to retrieve it, but the screen was dark. Her hands shook as she attempted to restart the phone. What did he mean by Freya was dead? She must have misunderstood; there was no way. Freja fought to steady her breath, but it came out harsh and uneven. Why wouldn’t the phone power on? Was this some cruel joke? She had chatted with Freya just a few weeks prior.

But instead of reacting with the anger or questioning Charlotte might have expected, Freya focused on packing her belongings. During her years in Javerton, she had bought many things. It took her a few days to sort through them batch by batch. She donated all her valuable items. After the charity organization came to collect them, Freya was about to take a rest when Kenneth's name appeared on her phone screen. When she answered, it wasn't Kenneth speaking—it was his friend, Wayne Summers. "Freya, Ken's gotten into a conflict with someone and is planning to have a death race. You need to come to the club and talk him out of it!"

Frederick smiled softly, a smile worse than a cry. Frederick used a wet tissue, then cleaned the stains and blood stains on his face, neck, and hands. Frederick propped his hand on the sink, his eyes sharp and terrifying. His phone soon broke, and Frederick walked out into the hospital corridor, straight towards Dylan Johnson. "May I borrow your phone?" Frederick said coldly. Dylan Johnson, startled, looked at Frederick suspiciously but did not refuse the request. Dylan put the phone in Frederick's hand, "You want to call Paul?"

Freddie always knew the right things to say, the best things to do. I just never listened to him. The dial tone came on, I could hear the phone ring. It continued to ring for another thirty seconds before his voicemail tone popped up. "Hello there! This is Freddie Turner. My phone is always by my side so if I didn't pick this, I do not want to speak to you. Do not bother calling again, Ciao." Ouch. For the first time in so many years of knowing Freddie, that actually hurt. Maybe because this time, I knew that it might be correct.

With Mimie in the crib, she let out soft sighs, her tiny hand resting near her cheek. Freddie stood nearby with an unreadable expression, his shoulders eased slightly. He thanked me with a nod, then later as I moved through the house, I overheard him on the phone, talking about a woman called Etha. I did not listen closely but the name still lingered after he'd ended the call. I guess she happened to be the exact woman he seems to be in search of.

Frederick hung up the phone and said to his assistant, "Change today's meeting to a video conference. I'll contact you when I'm free." The assistant nodded in confusion. "Okay." Frederick got in his car and sped home.

Frederick said standing up from the edge of the pool to greet another person. "You got my money?" The person asked, I couldn't quite see her because Frederick was in front of her but it was their drug dealer, that much I knew. "Kayden, got the money?" He asked laughing. Kayden threw something at him and Frederick had to move to grab it "Shitty arm you got." I paused the video because I had a good look at the girl. At their drug dealer. Brown eyes, short hair, serious face with a smirk on her lips.

for them. A little after 10:00 pm, when Alex and Jane were singing “Could I Love You Anymore”, Felix handed over his phone and gestured for Alex to answer it. Alex saw the screen displayed the two words "Frederick Holt" and quickly ran outside to answer the call. "Frederick, what's the matter?" Frederick's voice sounded extremely urgent and fast. "Mr. Cohen, something big just happened! Alex was shaken and asked, "What happened?"

He darted his eyes back to Leonardo who suddenly reached to his phone that buzzed. “Who is that?” Freya quietly asked, leaning against the counter and he shoved the phone in the Sheriff’s face. “It’s an unknown number” Leonardo was skeptical but Stevens was quick to oblige. “You should pick it and hear who it is” Freya mouthed his exact thoughts and the next thing Leonardo did was to swipe across the screen and answer the phone. “Hello.”

The battle that had been years in the making had finally begun. "Ms. Livingston, the phone is vibrating," the driver warned aloud. Freya glanced at the phone on the backseat couch and picked it up. It was Kingsley calling. Freya pursed her lips and answered the phone. "Freya? Are you okay?" Kingsley's tone was shocked and anxious, filled with worry for Freya, completely lacking his usual calm and composed demeanor. The darkness in Freya's eyes receded a little, and her tone unconsciously softened. "I'm fine," she said.