 I have seen horrors in my darkest nightmares which made me cry out for help into the night. Horrors that make me shudder at the thought, despite all the years that have passed since their creation. The fear I had for them was most pure the second I awoke and time has only diluted that fear, till it became no more than a faint, but noticeable bitter taste in my existence. Fifteen years ago, I felt a fear that would not subside.
 "Now, let me go through this one more time for those in the back."
Freddy was in a humorous mood today. Even the distant booms of falling bombs didn't shake that smile. Fearless didn't describe Freddy, but foolish did. He was a man with no fear because he wasn't sure what it meant. Yet, we were his foolish disciples.  The nights I spent in front of the fireplace, pondering the sounds from the street, were unnerving, to say the least. The warmth of the fire could not stop the shiver running down my spine as the sound echoed down the stone street. Akin to a creak of a door opened so slowly, the sound erupted from what sounded humanoid, shaking me to my core. Every night it grew closer and closer until the pained groan was outside my very door.
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Matthew Dewey
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November 2021
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