S3 Prologue

''It was dark and the young girl was home alone. For weeks, she had dreams about a burnt man. His voice was deep and raspy. Every dream got more...sinister and disturbing. The girl was asleep, she was in a dream....but it felt so real. Her house creaked....almost as if it was alive. Trying to warn her about something? Maybe. Or maybe it was just a nightmare. But as she walked down a long hallway that just seemed to never end...she saw a shadow. He was here.''

''It's been a week since he visited her. She's been trying to stay up all night, but it became a chore to keep her eyes open. Her eye lids were so heavy...she just wanted to be wrapped up in a soft blanket. What if he got her? He hadn't visited all of the other times she fell asleep...she would be okay, right? The next time she opened her eyes, she was in her room. The shadow of her window shined in the dark room. It must of been really early. The girl looked out the window and saw her neighborhood. She was fine. The girl heard singing downstairs. Was her little sister up? No....she listened to the singing. It wasn't her sister.''

1, 2, Freddy's coming for you

3, 4, better lock your door

5, 6, grab your crucifix

7, 8, better stay up late

9, 10,...

It was quiet

....Never sleep again

''The girl's face turned pale. She was in a dream. Objects in her room started shaking rapidly, soon her whole house was shaking.''

''The blonde girl’s hazel blue eyes widened in fear as she sat up in her bed. Her breaths hitched as she backed away towards the wall behind her. “N-No, stop!!!” The girl cried out in fear as she reached for the crucifix that was displayed up on the wall behind her. She took it off the wall and held it tightly in her hand, ”IT’S ONLY A DREAM!!!” The blonde girl screamed as she quickly got up out of her bed and held the crucifix in her grip. The girl softly cried as she made her way to her bedroom door. She held tightly onto the crucifix as she quickly opened the door and made her way out into the hallway. As the girl stepped through the hallway, her feet fell down into the floor. A sticky substance made it hard to walk. The girl cried out in fear as she fell through the floor which was now a sticky substance. “'''Oh god...! Please god!”''' She whimpered quietly to herself as she fought to make her way forward. She tried to swim through the substance as she held firmly onto the crucifix. A man looked down on her. His face was horribly burnt and scarred, with a dark brown fedora and a christmas sweater. On his hand was a razor glove, a glove with knives for fingers. The man's eyes glowed at her.''

The girl would let out a blood curdling scream as she reached her crucifix out towards him, “J-Jesus Christ compels you..!” ''The girl cried out helplessly. She was never really that religious, but she recently turned to god to try and help her through this. She was so scared...''

"This is god." ''He calmly says as he shoves his glove into her face. The 4 knives attached to his fingers, other then his thumb, stab her face. One pops her eyes out. It hurts so fucking bad, and the blood squirts all over him.''

''The girl would let out a blood curdling scream for a brief moment before the knives stabbed through her face. She would softly croak as one of her eyes popped out and her grip around the crucifix would loosen before the crucifix finally fell out of her hand. She would soon be gone.... nothing, and no one could save her.''

''The crucifix sunk through the substance that trapped her. Soon, her body also sunk through. The ground began to harden and the man disappeared. The girl's mother awoke to find her daughter dead. Someone had broke in and stabbed her face. There was no trace of anyone, but her daughter layed dead in the bed. She sobbed, her tears falling onto the disfigured face.''