Crystal Lake: My Favorite Nightmare

Nightmare On Camp Street

    I screamed as I looked at the deep cut. Jason barged in my door. He looked at the cut confusingly. "I guess I accidentally cut myself." Jason wiped it clean. "It's kind of strange though.. it happened in me dream." I said as Jason dropped the peroxide. "What's wrong?" I stared awkwardly. "F-f-f..." he choked. He's still rusty, okay? "Fuck?" I asked as he shook his head. "R-r-r.." I slapped myself on the forehead. "Fr....?" I drug out. "E-eh.." He said again. "D-D-D-Y.." he breathed heavy. "Freddy?" I asked. I began thinking. "Freddy Krueger? The nightmare guy?" I questioned. Jason's hands clinched shut. "You must have a bad reputation with his guy." I laughed. Jason brought a newspaper over to me. It showed a man named Freddy Krueger who had died. "He kidnapped children?" I asked. "Why is he after me?" Jason slid another piece of paper to me. It had a newspaper stating events that happened to a woman named Lori and her boyfriend at this lake. "Freddy died by fire, Jason by water. This is how we ended them both.." the article read. It was titled 'Freddy VS Jason'. "What if he killed those two, and now he's after you?" My eyes teared up. I could see in Jason's eyes he was more worried about me than himself. I'm carrying his child, I can't just not sleep. "What are we going to do? I can't just not sleep Jason!" I mumbled. He led me into the kitchen, where he moved the rug. He opened up a tiny compartment in the floor. Out of it, he pulled a medicine bottle. The label read;
    Warning: For Institution Use Only
       Use only for nightmares.
    Side effects may occur: headaches, dizziness, numbness, fatigue, depression and in some cases, death.
   Take no more than 2 in 24 hours.
    **youre a total dumbass if you take more.

  I shrugged my shoulders and swallowed a couple of pills. Feeling sleepy, I laid back down. I looked up at Jason. He was holding my hand. I looked at him until he faded away. I sunk into a deep state of slumber. As I fell, the medicine must have not worked. I was face to face with a burnt man. He looked into my soul. "Welcome to my world, bitch."