Nightmare on Elmside

It was a Saturday. I had a long day in the sun. I went to a tee-ball game. I mowed and edged my sisters yard. I went swimming.

By 4 pm I had a headache that wouldn't go away. A storm was rolling through, though I had no idea how it would end.

I layed down on the couch to rest off my headache. I have no idea when I fell asleep. I should have listened when they told me, ... "NEVER CLOSE YOUR EYES."

I watched movie after movie and my head still pounded. It was storming and most times, the heavy rain would relax me. This time, it was like each drop stung my forehead. I turned away from that glowing tv light for a second and closed my eyes. No light. Darkness. Relief. The tv turned off. Did I have it on a timer. I'd keep it off for awhile. Next thing I knew, I had got a few winks nodding off, but was awaken to, "Hey,.... hey you." It was coming from the tv, I turned around. The TV was on. It was a commercial. I must have dozed off and the tv turning off before was part of a dream. I flipped the channel. I don't need any stupid ass commercial freaking me out. I watched another movie. Night fell. The headache still lasting. My body and eyes were getting tired. I lay on the couch with the lights off and the tv on staring at the roof, thinking about I had just got my hair trimmed and I should shave tomorrow to clean up for the weak. Then I heard a loud noise. A clang. i wondered if it was from outside. I got up and nothing was outside, So before I lay down for another spell, I'd take a piss. And in the sink, was my shaving can. That's what the noise was. But there is no way it could have dropped in there. It was sitting in the same place since that morning.

Alright, if it was a ghost, I could accept that. So I began another movie and spell on the couch. The phone rang. It was my friend Steve.

"Hey man, what's going on with you today?"
"Nothing, just sitting here on the couch."
"Sounds like a relaxing day."
"Something like that, where's my smokes? - Anyway, what's up with you?"
"Driving home on this long stretch of a bridge back to Baton Rouge"
"Hey can you hold on a second man? I left my smokes in my room. I'm gonna through on a shirt and go out for a smoke."
"Sure man,"

I walked in my room, grabbed a shirt froom earlier that day, tossed it on and walked back to the couch to grab my phone. Only it was on a different table. I picked it up. There was noone there. So I wnet out for my smoke and came back in. As I layed on the couch, the phone rang. It was Steve again.

"Hey man, what happened?" I asked.
"Hey man, what's going on with you today?"
"Nothing, just sitting here on the couch."
"Sounds like a relaxing day."
"Something like that - " I cut myself off, I was eniding this de ja vu experience, so I was thinking of how to change the conversation.
"How far is your drive?"
"Forever. To hell. What's it matter."

That was kind of morbid I thought.

"I gotta go man, I'll give you a call back." I said.
"Sure. Talk to you later."

As soon as I hung up, the phone rang again. Steve again. Must have been a missed connection, so I didn't answer. I smoked another Marlboro and came back inside.

The phone rang again. Steve again.

"What's up man?", I asked.
"Have you woken up yet?" He asked real strange and morbidly.
"Huh?"
"From your nightmare, have you woekn up yet?"
"Steve?"
"Anwser me have you woken up yet?"

He was freaking me out. So I hung up.

Then a knock on the door. As I slowly approached the peekhole, the phone rang again. I let it ring a few times as I looked through the door. A stranger stood at the door in a sweater and tan jeans, but I couldn't see a face, they where so close to the door. It surely wasn't anyone I knew. I went back and grabbed the phone, and answered it.

"Hey man," I whispered, "I gotta keep you on the phone, but not say anything. someones at the door."
"Sure man", Steve said quietly.
"You haven't woken up yet have you?", he said quietly ansd solemnly, "that's why he's at the door."
"Your fucking freaking me out man."
"You haven't woken up yet man. I'm in the water"
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Your asleep"
"What the fuck are you talking about man?" I yelled in anger.

Three booming knocks on the door. And then chills went up my spiine as a strnage voice yelled through the door,

"He said you're asleep!"

My body lunged up from the couch and sweat poured from my forehead. I woke up.

(All of this was a fiction except for the shaving can thing: - whih sent m imagination on this whole story. That and seeing Nightmare on Elmstreet the night before on TV. Hope you enjoyed)