Nightmare Door

There was only one rule: “don’t open the door.”

That’s what all the parents in the town of Springwood, Ohio told their children about the house on 1428 Elm Street. 17 year old John Camp was walking home from basketball practice when he came across the house on elm street. He thought about what the adults in the town told him about not opening the front door. He slowly walk up the stairs of the porch and opened the unlocked front door.

The inside of the building was condemned and deserted with the exception of a vacant couch in the living room area. “Well, this place ain’t so bad” John thought. He then took a seat on the couch with an amused grin on his face. He was happy that he had achieved the forbidden. John then briefly laid back and closed his eyes from the day’s exhaustion. When he opened them he found himself no longer in the condemned living room he had just entered, but a nice house with clean furniture and vibrant colors lighting the room. “What the heck is this?” John said to himself while standing up and looking around.

“I must not be getting enough rest” John thought while rubbing his eyes. When he reopened them he now found himself in a dark and steamy boiler room. Fear was now coarsing through his veins. From behind his back he suddenly heard nails scraping up against a pipe. John then turned around and found himself face to face with a burned man who had on a red and green sweater and a razor clawed glove. A scared John then turned around and tried to run away but walked right into the burned man’s claw. “One…two…Freddy just got you” the man joked as John fell down dead.