dream. [plotty]. (H&M)

[whiteabsolution]

Sugar always slept comfortably since she got here but today was a different story, she tossed and turned, breaking out into a cold sweat as she whimpered a bit. Nightmares were never nice to her, the ones she had when she was a child caused her to stay up for days on end. So, it's safe to say, that Sugar is not enjoying this dream, at all.

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[kill_on_elm]

She suddenly found herself in a playground. There was a light fog despite the brightness of the day. She could hear a sing-song rope-skipping tune from just around these bushes ...

[whiteabsolution]

Rope-skipping, she used to do that when she was a kid and despite the foggy nature of the place, she found herself smiling a bit at the sound of the song as she edged closer to hear better.

[kill_on_elm]

The girls were all in virginial white dresses that looked as if they'd never seen a speck of dirt since creation. The sing-song continued as she drew near. She could make out the words nowL "3, 4, better lock your door ..."

[whiteabsolution]

Sugar squinted, noting the extreme clean nature of their clothing and tilted her head as she listened to their song. "'Lo..." She found herself uttering, a matter of habit really.

[kill_on_elm]

The two girls who were twirling the rope turned to look at her, craning their necks as they continued to turn the jumprope for the jumper.

"5, 6, grab your crucifix ..."

[whiteabsolution]

Shivers ran up and down her spine and she found her hands clutching the other arm as she glanced around her; this was surely getting creepier by the minute and their song didn't help matters.

[kill_on_elm]

They kept skipping rope. The jumper's eyes began to bleed but they never stopped.

"7, 8, gotta stay up late."

[whiteabsolution]

A gasp escaped her, horrified at what she began seeing; her hands began to shake uncontrolably and she started to step backwards. "Christ...Jesus..." She murmured, eyes still set on the girls eyes.

[kill_on_elm]

"9, 10, never sleep again!"

It was suddenly night. She stood before a house (though she didn't know it, it was the house the teen boy died in the night before). She felt a compulsion to go inside.

[whiteabsolution]

Sugar blinked, she was infront of a house and maybe she should get inside, out of the cold and darkness. So, she stepped up the stairs and pushed open the front door, inching her way inside slowly. "'Lo?"

[kill_on_elm]

The house was split-level, meaning there was a semi-depressed basement and an upper floor that wasn't ground level. The house wasn't well-lit, just a thin sliver of light around the corner upstairs and to the left. The basement looked forboding ...

There was some wet kind of sound coming from upstairs, impossible to place exactly what it was.

[whiteabsolution]

She squinted in the dark, "'Loooooo?" She called out again before making her way upstairs to see what the sound was. Sugar was way too curious for her own good.

[kill_on_elm]

She walked down the short corridor, past a bathroom and closet, coming to three doors. Two on the left and one on the right - the one to the right was double-doors, while the light came from under the second door on the left. She could hear a man chuckling and muttering to himself.

[whiteabsolution]

The chuckling is what got her first, her head tilted that way and she stepped forward, hand on the door knob. "'Lo?" She said once again, pulling the door open slowly, heart beating out of her chest.

[kill_on_elm]

Freddy was there, holding a little girl by the back of her head. She was crying silently. He turned and gave her a nasty grin. "How sweet. Fresh meat!"

He slit her eyes, and they stuck to his claws as the little girl screamed silently.

[whiteabsolution]

Sugar's hands came up to cover her nose and her mouth as she let out a horrified, muffled cry; seeing the girls eyes slit like that. She shuddered, this man was the culmination of all her fears when it came with men in her business, almost having her throat slit at fifteen.