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}}'''A Nightmare on Oak Grove Rode''' is a fan fiction by [[User:BobNewbie|some horror fanatic]] that incorporates elements from ''A Nightmare on Elm Street'' and ''The Sims 3''.
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==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.
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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>
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