Night of Terror!
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M through R › Nightmare on Elm Street
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
5,615
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Nightmare on Elm Street movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Night of Terror!
(Wes Craven is the Masterful Creator of Nightmare on Elm street....this is our version....)
Nancy Thompson still haunted from the ordeal of last nights events, stared apprehensively at her clock. It was 12:30, the middle of the night. Her eye lids were growing heavy, but she could not sleep. The events of that cold Thursday night are still fresh in Nancy's mind. She couldn't escape them. They were just a dream, but at the same time, so real. The images that dwell inside her head were slicing her brain, but wait....she really was being sliced! Her arms, four angry slashes glared sorely back at her. The blood seeped down to her pure white dress gown, she awoke weeping and screaming a bloody curdled cry. She gasped for air, clawing at her hair she exclaimed, "THE DREAMS, THEY'RE BACK....NOOOO!"... Nancy thought she heard a muffled cackle in the shadows, but couldn't register where the noise was coming from. She inspected the premises with her swollen tear streaked eyes. Her gaze narrowed towards the closet. A small whimper escaped her lips. She tried to call out for her mother, but the words wouldn't formulate under her tongue. She could only gasp for air and clutch the blood stained sheets. All of a sudden, a deep rattled voice exclaimed, "Did Auntie Flo unexpectedly visit this month? hehehe, Well not to worry Bitch, I got plenty of maxi, with wings! hehe".. Nancy shrieked so viciously her throat turned raw. Just then the closet doors slammed open, a gush of wind and smoke circled around her, caching her hair in a swirl. A dark figure lunged at her like a black panther in heat during a sensual jungle night. Like a wild, caveman neanderthal, the dark man began grunting and sniffing at her bloody gown. He grunted a breath of satisfaction, as he began concentrating on her voluptuous busts. He snarled and with his index finger knife, began to undress his mate. He began slicing slowly at her top. She began to groan as a gust of cool air hit her flushed skin. He drooled as he cocked his head down, examining her full, fleshy breasts. He gently introduced his tongue to the silver dollar nipple. A deep moan erupted from somewhere deep within Nancy. Was she enjoying this? Then a burp erupted from her mouth, no it wasn't pleasure, twas indigestion. Freddy immediately ceased attention from the nipple, and looked at her with such awe and disgust. He proceeded to slap Nancy across the face. To this Nancy gasped in surprise, and then whimpered in pain. She rubbed her sore scratched cheek. Freddy exclaimed, as he backslapped a pink bottle at her, " Pepto, Bitch!". Freddy then clicking his finger knives across the wall, paced the room with vigorous contemplation. "Now, what is Freddy to do with his gassy little Cunt?"...Smoke erupted as Freddys body melted away with the smokey mist. Nancy looked around in amazement. All of a sudden, behind her a large noise erupted...she jumped back in shock, only to realize it sounded like a....fart? A large ASS burst threw the wall, the anus landing flat on her nose. With each gasp, she inhaled its putrid aroma. The anus walls began to open, and a tongue flicked its way into her mouth. She began clawing at the cheeks, and on her bed saw the broken glass pepto bismal bottle that was smashed on her face. She picked up the broken bottle and stabbed the giant ass as hard as she could. It farted loudly in protest before evaporating into the night.
Nancy Thompson still haunted from the ordeal of last nights events, stared apprehensively at her clock. It was 12:30, the middle of the night. Her eye lids were growing heavy, but she could not sleep. The events of that cold Thursday night are still fresh in Nancy's mind. She couldn't escape them. They were just a dream, but at the same time, so real. The images that dwell inside her head were slicing her brain, but wait....she really was being sliced! Her arms, four angry slashes glared sorely back at her. The blood seeped down to her pure white dress gown, she awoke weeping and screaming a bloody curdled cry. She gasped for air, clawing at her hair she exclaimed, "THE DREAMS, THEY'RE BACK....NOOOO!"... Nancy thought she heard a muffled cackle in the shadows, but couldn't register where the noise was coming from. She inspected the premises with her swollen tear streaked eyes. Her gaze narrowed towards the closet. A small whimper escaped her lips. She tried to call out for her mother, but the words wouldn't formulate under her tongue. She could only gasp for air and clutch the blood stained sheets. All of a sudden, a deep rattled voice exclaimed, "Did Auntie Flo unexpectedly visit this month? hehehe, Well not to worry Bitch, I got plenty of maxi, with wings! hehe".. Nancy shrieked so viciously her throat turned raw. Just then the closet doors slammed open, a gush of wind and smoke circled around her, caching her hair in a swirl. A dark figure lunged at her like a black panther in heat during a sensual jungle night. Like a wild, caveman neanderthal, the dark man began grunting and sniffing at her bloody gown. He grunted a breath of satisfaction, as he began concentrating on her voluptuous busts. He snarled and with his index finger knife, began to undress his mate. He began slicing slowly at her top. She began to groan as a gust of cool air hit her flushed skin. He drooled as he cocked his head down, examining her full, fleshy breasts. He gently introduced his tongue to the silver dollar nipple. A deep moan erupted from somewhere deep within Nancy. Was she enjoying this? Then a burp erupted from her mouth, no it wasn't pleasure, twas indigestion. Freddy immediately ceased attention from the nipple, and looked at her with such awe and disgust. He proceeded to slap Nancy across the face. To this Nancy gasped in surprise, and then whimpered in pain. She rubbed her sore scratched cheek. Freddy exclaimed, as he backslapped a pink bottle at her, " Pepto, Bitch!". Freddy then clicking his finger knives across the wall, paced the room with vigorous contemplation. "Now, what is Freddy to do with his gassy little Cunt?"...Smoke erupted as Freddys body melted away with the smokey mist. Nancy looked around in amazement. All of a sudden, behind her a large noise erupted...she jumped back in shock, only to realize it sounded like a....fart? A large ASS burst threw the wall, the anus landing flat on her nose. With each gasp, she inhaled its putrid aroma. The anus walls began to open, and a tongue flicked its way into her mouth. She began clawing at the cheeks, and on her bed saw the broken glass pepto bismal bottle that was smashed on her face. She picked up the broken bottle and stabbed the giant ass as hard as she could. It farted loudly in protest before evaporating into the night.