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''You can run. You can hide. But whatever you do, never sleep again...''
'''A Nightmare on Oak Grove Road''' is a fan fiction by [[User:BobNewbie|some horror fanatic]] that incorporates elements from ''A Nightmare on Elm Street'' and ''The Sims 3''.
The residents of Sunset Valley are in terror as a killer is invading their homes and murdering them in their dreams. Literally. It's up to a group of teenagers to stop the madness and fight against the evil of a murderer with power beyond imagination. Or die trying.
== Prologue ==
<poem>
My name is River McIrish. I'm a teenage girl who loves art, Indian beats and jogging. I have green eyes and nicely shaded skin. I consider myself to be pretty. Not beautiful. Pretty.
I live in a pretty average financial-class part of town. 330 Oak Grove Road, to be exact. My mom, Fiona, recently let her friend, Molly, and toddler, Sandi, move in with us. Molly's husband disappeared a few months ago, according to my mom.
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The conversation then bounced from topic to topic, and yet we both disregarded our desires to talk about Bebe. Death was, after all, quite a taboo topic when spending evening with a date.
Then again, we ''did'' more-or-less hook up talking about heart failure.
When it was past nine
The combination made it the best date I ever had.
</poem>
==Chapter 5==
<poem>
I knew I was dreaming when my surroundings became clear.
I longed for that clarity to disintegrate.
I was in a foreign world of mist and trees that loomed over me. The sun was blocked out by their branches, and the time was incapable of being guessed.
The grass below me was long-dead by the lack of sunlight, but in a way, was a darkish green color. When I moved my feet, they let out a dry crispy sound as my shoes crushed them.
I was dressed in my pajama's. Exactly the ones I wore when I went to bed.
Then, a dark figure moved through the fog to me.
I took a step back. Another. Another.
The figure was humanoid, but far from human. It had a dark black veil that reached from his head down to...where his legs should have been. On his chest was a diamond like shape. Just above it, exposed bones showed clearly.
In his fleshless hands, he held a weapon of terror. Connected to the tip of the long wooden was a turned blade. A scythe.
I felt him watching me, but where his head should have been, was darkness. Like a hole. A void.
I noticed a black fog justify against the grayer fog around it. It rose from below his robe, and followed him with each movement.
"Hello River."
When he spoke, it was the most horrifying sound I have ever heard. It had the darkest timbre a voice could have, and supporting each sound was the pain, suffering, distress and agony of every person in a thousand centuries.
"My name is Grim Reaper."
Inside me, emotions surfaced. His presence was the most brutal punishment she had ever been bestowed on. My mind was stormed with thoughts of tragic events and disturbing scenarios unfolding.
I wanted to ask what he wanted, but I knew it he was aware of my question.
"My intentions are something you will never understand. Only experience."
He took half a step forward, perhaps just to frighten me. It worked. I spun on my heels and darted into the fog. I ran into the heart of the fog, where it the most strongest. I cried for help. I screamed and shouted and chocked on my own words.
I heard the Grim Reaper approaching, and my heart stopped.
----
I woke up to the sound of screaming. It was my own.
Molly threw the door open, fully dressed in casual wear, and rushed to my bed.
"What's wrong? Did you hurt yourself?" she said/shouted.
I didn't reply. Couldn't. My lips were numb and my knuckles sweaty. My limbs shook violently, and I struggled to get back my default breathing routine.
Holly put her hand to my forehead.
"Be right back." she said, and ran back out the room.
The child within me, the one that always got scared when she had a nightmare, wished she wasn't alone. The image of the monster was still clear.
Very clear indeed.
Molly came in with a glass filled with water.
"Drink up, though do so slowly."
The water was an elixir from the most talented and experienced herbalist on the planet. It streamed down my throat most welcomed, and calmed my nerves as I never thought a liquid was capable of.
I turned to put it on my nightstand, and nearly dropped it in mid air.
"It's 09:32!"
"Yes," Molly said, stopping me from hasting out of the bed. "Though you're not going to school today."
My head tilted to the side in confusion.
"I'm not? Why?"
Her eyes betrayed a gloom. Not sadness, just gloom.
"Two teenagers were found dead in their different homes last evening. They think there's a serial killer. Your mom said there's too much of a risk staying here, so we're leaving."
</poem>
== Chapter 6 ==
<poem>
"Mom!" I said, trying to start an argument and come to a result.
My mom just continued packing her bags.
"Mom, come on! Please be rational!"
She looked at me out of the corner of her eye as she pulled out a shirt from the wardrobe.
"I am."
"No, you're not. You're being the opposite."
She dropped the shirt into the bag and turned to me.
"I'm your mother, and you're my responsibility. If something happens to you, it would be my fault and it would break my heart."
"Exams start next week!"
"They're likely going to call it off." my mom said.
My head titled. "They can do that?"
"Yes."
"But-"
"They will, if this continues. Three kids a week is a tragedy and a warning."
Parker Langerak and Lawrence Lum had both died in their sleep like Bebe. The similarities were awfully plentiful.
"And besides," my mom continued. "Other families are doing the same as us. We're not the only ones going."
That wasn't comforting. The town was in fear of a killer, and I doubted he wouldn't follow his intended victims.
----
My mom said we would depart that night, so I had a few hours to myself. She had to leave to pick up some things from work, and gave me a dire warning.
"Molly's out, too. Sandi's in her crib sleeping and I want you to take care of her. I'm locking the front door on my way out, and don't open it for anybody."
She asked if I remembered where the newly installed alarm was, and I pointed to the button in the dinning room.
"That one, and the one in the hall."
She left, promising to return in less then an hour.
I was still in pajamas, so I went to get dressed into more casual attire. When I was done, I went to the couch to take a small power nap, but my thoughts obstructed me from doing so.
The nightmare was still clear. Vivid, even.
"Hello!?" someone at the door shouted. I knew who it was nearly instantly.
"Hey Ethan." I went to the door, and gasped when I opened them.
"Is there an sleeplessness epidemic or something?" My tone was less the joking.
"I think so."
Behind him, his sister, Lisa stood, yawning loudly.
----
Ethan and Lisa looked almost like Bebe and Parker did before their deaths; plagued by a nearly uniform exhaustion.
I doubted I looked much better.
We went to the living room. Ethan and Lisa sat next to each over, while I stood against the wall.
Ethan took a while to ask an obviously urgent question. "What did you dream about last night?"
It was an interesting question. One I wouldn't have used to start a conversation.
"You're going to think it's stupid."
"So you did dream about the Grim Reaper?" Lisa asked.
I was flabbergasted for a moment.
"...yeah."
Ethan took a deep breath. "So did we."
I was silent. I didn't get what he was saying. It entered my ears and brain, but it failed to register.
"I..." Ethan started. "Woke up screaming. I ran to check if everybody was okay, then...Lisa woke up."
"Screaming." Lisa added.
"I asked her what was wrong, and she told me the dream she had...River...this is weird."
"I...I don't know..."
"Are we going to die?" Lisa asked blandly. No emotion, no fear.
"Don't talk like that." I said. I said it to calm myself.
"I...I called Holly Alto." Ethan went on. "My mom told me about the deaths. I called to see if she was okay, because my dad said he was worried she would, as a rich kid, be next in these string of deaths. She had the same dream. A dream of a man in a cloak holding a scythe. I think every teen in town had it."
</poem>
==Chapter 7==
<poem>
''Dr. Simmons''
''My, oh my, Dr. Simmons! It's been ages since I've last contacted you. It's your friend and ex-medical school classmate, Royce here.''
''I would like to congratulate you on your recent success firstly. My, you are truly re-imagining the working of Sims' brains and circulatory systems! You are quite heard of, more so in smaller towns. I'm currently in Riverview, working on autopsies, etc, etc, in means of earning funds. Gosh, the recession has truly caught us all, has it not?''
''Now, my main reason for getting in touch with you. Recently, a body of a young girl identified as River McIrish was found in her bed. There was no obvious signs of death; no blunt trauma, suffocation, anything.
''I did see obvious signs of sleep deprivation, and upon further inspection, could see no major cardiac arrest signs or anything of the sort. It's as though she died for no reason other than lack of sleep, but instead of being cured, sleep killed her.
''Please, I ask of your assistance to help investigate the cause of death, as the board are not pleased with the results I gave them. This would have not have worried me so much if I didn't hear that the girl came from Sunset Valley, where similar deaths have been reported.
''A kind of plague, Simmons, is the only possibility. 'Deathly Dreams', as I dubbed it. I ask of your assistance, along with a psychologist who specializes in insomnia and dreaming, in hunting down the cause of this.
''I hope you will think this over, and realize that lives are at stake here.
''Hope to hear from you soon,
''- Jebidiah Wilson'''
</poem>
== Chpater 8 ==
<poem>
It was two weeks after I first heard River was dead.
At first, I didn't want to believe it. We knew something was wrong, and yet we didn't act.
I liked her. She was really, really pretty.
Would things have been different if we did something? Maybe.
The second I heard another teenager had been found dead, I cracked. I had another dream of 'Grimmy Reaper', as some of the other kids had dubbed him. Turns out, everyone had the same dream.
None of the parents believed us. So the teens started to desperately try to escape town. Some hid in the days, others just went on like nothing was wrong.
The town was horribly different. Nobody went to the park, school was canceled, a curfew was enforced by the authorities, and nobody dared leave home without a phone.
I also tried to convince my parents along with Lisa. Again they didn't believe us. It was ridiculous.
Then we heard, from Holly, about a group coming to investigate what was happening in the town. Holly told us that her dad was the one funding the project.
Why? She didn't know. Likely to gain voters in his campaign to become mayor of Sunset Valley. Or to make sure there are still people living in Sunset Valley by the time the election starts.
"According to the stuff I found in his office," Holly said over the phone, "He's to fund Jebidiah Wilson from Riverview, and Marc Brandt from some place called Twinbrook to, and I quote, 'search for the cause of the recent deaths'. Geez, §50 000."
"Thanks for your help, Holly."
"No prob--" I could hear her yawn.
"Haven't been sleeping either, huh?"
"No, I've cut it back to two nights a week."
I knew that even two nights a week was a massive risk to take.
"Okay, well, hope everything gets better. Have a nice afternoon."
"Bye."
I made a mental note to search the town the next day to see if I find anyone named 'Wilson' or 'Brandt'.
As I walked to my room, I could hear my sister snoring from behind her closed bedroom door. Each loud inhale made me wince with guilt.
</poem>
== Chapter 9 ==
<poem>
"Wakey-wakey Ethan."
My eyes shot open to the sound of the menacing voice from my dreams. I was in central park...no, I wasn't ''really'' in central park...was I?
"It's time for us to have some fun, Ethan."
I jumped from the pavement. Almost instantly I fell back down.
The voice laughed at my misfortune.
I tried to look for the hidden evil. The swings rocked slightly forward as the wind blew, and the pond rippled.
"Ah!" I crawled back as a shadowy figure darted past. It disappeared moments later into utter nothingness.
"Show yourself!" I screamed, fearing for my life. Next to me a plank of some sort lay. I grabbed it.
"Come now, Ethan, do you honestly think that that's going to help you?"
The voice was coming from all around me now. It was impossible to guess its source.
"For the last time, stay--" I started, before the plank transformed in a flash from defender to attacker. It thinned, deflated, and became a snake like monster the size of my arm.
"Please, no!" I tried to run again, the snake-thing slithering behind me. The wind grew powerful. A sudden gust send me falling head-over-heels.
Then the ground was gone.
And I spiraled to my doom.
</poem>
== Chapter 10 ==
<poem>
"Ethan, Ethan!" Lisa was shaking me violently, calling out my name with growing hysteria.
"Wait...wait I'm awake..." I said, almost saying "I'm alive".
"Ethan, I found him."
"Found who?"
"Wilson. The man named Wilson."
I was sitting now, and out of the corner of my eye I saw Holly Alto standing in the doorway. I made a quick attempt at a wave before asking, "How'd you know that name was important?"
"You were..." Lisa started, before taking a breath. "You were talking in your sleep. You said something about a man named 'Wilson'. Holly came over and I hoped she'd know something. She told me the whole story and...and then we went out to find him."
"We came back by the time you started screaming." Holly said and looked down at her shoes. She was swaying a bit, then quickly regained her composure.
"Apparently he and Marc Brandt have set up some whole investigation into all these deaths."
"Where can we find them?" I asked.
"The abandoned warehouse." Holly answered.
"Let's go, then."
</poem>
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