The darkness surrounding the room felt like it had a life of its own. The walls seemed to close in, and the air was thick with the smell of dust and old memories. You lay in bed, clutching your blankets tightly, trying to block out the sounds of the creaking house around you. The house was quiet, save for the occasional groan of the building, but you knew better than to think that meant you were safe.

It had been the same every night since you’d been trapped here: a nightmare that never ended. Every time you closed your eyes, you found yourself back in this forsaken place, where the shadows danced and whispered your name. And always, lurking in the darkness, was Nightmare Freddy.

The memories of his heavy footsteps, his glowing eyes, and his terrifying presence were enough to make you want to scream. But tonight, something felt different. The air was unnervingly still. You waited, heart pounding in your chest, for something—anything—to happen.

And then, as if summoned by your very thoughts, you heard it: a low, guttural growl that sent a chill down your spine. You quickly turned to the corner of the room, where the shadows seemed to take form, molding themselves into something familiar—and frightening.