Nightmare on Elms Street

By Jada Rice

I stood at my room gazing at my white walls wondering what was the consequence of my foolishness. Darkened and closed in with surrounding walls and no light. Almost as if I were a vampire kept inside of a black and silk interior coffin ceased from the rest of the world and its beauty. I wanted to escape from the darkness, but how? My mother awaited outside of my room door keeping eye and making sure I was not capable of escaping my misery. I was punished for something I didn’t do. My mother could no more put up with my guilt. My life is miserable, my foolish father abandoned my family for his other. Who knew? His name was Fredrick Rod the third and I, Fredrick Rod the fourth, but I go by the name of Fred. Why? It's because Fredrick is an extremely ferocious name. My father looks just like I, blond and thin hair swooped over to one side, though my father’s hair is short. We just have a similar hair texture. We comprise blue and wide eyes, a nose the size of a medium button, coffee smooth skin, and a short torso, but with lengthy legs.
My father works at a brown and creepy haunted house on Elms street. It boasts a scary history about a witch who was executed there because of her mischievous practices of witchcraft and voodoo. At night I managed to escape my house. My first instinct was to enter the historic house. Once I entered I felt a burst of goose bumps swarm over my body.

“CREEK, CREEK,” the stairs were ancient.

I reached the top of the ancient staircase. I glanced to my right and noticed a mysterious white light beaming from behind a chestnut door. I decided to peek inside, but before I knew it a current of wind swept me inside. From there on it felt as if I had been brainwashed.