Freddy Krueger Novels & Stories

she instructed. And he was set free, and pushed out of the chair with a foot to the back. He fell on his face looking up at the face of a real ghost. Sachi was looking down at him. Sachi who he had killed along with the rest was over his head looking down at him blankly. Okay he was not getting out of this. “Why so scared Fujiwara?” she taunted. He was silent. “Do you have any questions?” she grinned looking into his eyes.

. “ good morning uncle, how do you do?” Catrina greet her uncle to receive no response but his eyes on her which still holds shock. “ Uncle please stop staring at me, are you planing on killing me with your eyes since your first attempt didn’t work” Catrina ask with her voice holding anger and her eyes burning with rage. ( calm down kitten I though we talked about this, keep your cool) Terrick hold her hand and this didn’t go unnoticed by her uncle “ okay enough with the stares Frederick let her down to why we are here” Terrick cut in before Frederick dies from too much shock “ first things first your niece was not dead, she slip into a coma and the doctor mistook it for death so relax for y

BANG! ...I was on the floor. A man was hovering above me. I cannot move nor hear anything except for the chuckle of his voice and the hanging sound of disorientation. The man was familiar. I knew that crooked teeth and that sick smile anywhere. It's Freddy. I recognized him. "Say your prayers, little Caterina," he said and he took the shot. I screamed from the pain as the bullet blazed through my skin...

If so, what can be the killer's motive behind killing those famous people who were famous and loved for their good deeds? To find out more always stay with us and we will provide you with th- The television got switched off by a very tall wide man. He wasn't just any man though. He was my boss, and man, he looked very pissed. "DO I PAY YOUR LAZY ASS JUST SO YOU CAN ALWAYS GOOF AROUND AND WATCH THE FUCKING TELEVISION?" He screamed at my face and fractions of his spits covered my face as a result. Ugh so disgusting. But I had to withstand it. Because after all, he is my boss and I'm the little part-timer who he can get rid of any time he wants.

NAME: Brian Garcia DATE OF BIRTH: 29 May 2001 RECORDS: Imprisonment for the murder of 30 victims, age 20 - 30 RELEASE: 30 June GOVERNMENT INSTRUCTIONS: To be assigned to Clear Waters College for 1 years till release. To be assassinated, 300 million reward STRENGTH: Skilled in guns and knives, trained as a world skilled sniper, acrobatic skills, martial arts, world-class hacker

Crash! I stood over the fractured ice once more and swung the axe with every last ounce of strength. I hadn’t removed the camera from my helmet. Immediately realizing what I was doing, Luna screeched, "Sophie, are you crazy?!" I ignored her, continuing to raise my numb arms and swing them down, mechanically repeating the motions until… Crack! With a sharp crack, the ice split completely apart, exposing the heating pipe underneath. Taking aim, I lifted the axe high—

My voice cracked. She immediately became serious. "What happened?" "I need you." "Where are you?" "At the hospital." There was a brief silence. "What happened?" I swallowed. "Adrian Keller is dead." Silence. "What?" "They found his body in the basement." Helena didn't speak. "His eyes..." I struggled to continue. "His eyes were removed." Her breathing changed. "Are you sure?" "Detective Hale told me himself." I sat down heavily in my chair.

There were also important supplies stored in that basement. One by one, we descended the stairs. The sight waiting for us below was almost impossible to process. Part of me found it ironic. Another part thought it was exactly what she deserved. A large prison cage stood in the basement. Freya was on her knees in front of it, sobbing. Someone inside the cage was reaching toward her. Not for a hug. Not for comfort. He was trying to get close enough to bite her. It was her brother. He had turned into a zombie.

And another. Until I am too drunk to think. Too numb to feel. Too far gone to stop what I started. Tomorrow Freya Reed dies. And I become the monster everyone always knew I was.

The door swung open, and there stood Chester, who was supposed to have been a fixture in the morgue for the past two weeks. I nodded at him, my face a blank slate. "It's been a while!" The relatives froze, their exchanged glances screaming silent panic. "Ah!" "He's alive!" "I said we shouldn't visit the morgue after midnight, but no, you had to see for yourselves!" "All this for a few bucks from selling their organs? It's not worth dying over." My aunt, gripping Theodore's arm and shaking it, wailed. I let out an icy laugh, lifted my hand, and gave Chester a slap that left a red mark blazing on his cheek.