Let me just say thanks to the people who are reading this right now

Let me just say thanks to the people who are reading this right now, unless you stop before it starts. I hope you like it.

Freddy, Michael, Jason, Chucky, Pinhead, Leatherface, and Ghostface, don’t belong to me.

“Okay… seriously… How do you even accomplish that? I swear, this is only something people like you guys could accomplish.” I put my head in my hands. “Really, I’m not kidding, how do you start a fire, WHILE BOILING WATER, and then have your house blow up?” Michael pointed to Freddy.

“Well… the blowing up thing was somewhat spontaneous… the fire…. That’s kind of… hard to explain.” I just stared at him for a minute, and he shrugged. Michael glared at Freddy for a moment, and smacked him on the back of the head. “What was that for?!”

“FOR BEING AN IDIOT! YOU MORON!” Michael thought. Freddy flared his nostrils and glared.

“GRAUGH!” Freddy yelled as he attacked Michael. Then they started fighting.

“Stop it… Stop… STOPPIT!!” I yelled. “Really?!” Freddy and Michael crossed their arms and rolled their eyes. Jason and Chucky stared at them for a moment, and Chucky started snickering.

“SHUT UP, CHUCKY!”

“AY! DON’T TELL ME TO SHUT UP! YOU’RE THE ONE WHO-“

“DON’T START WITH ME!”

“I ALREADY HAVE!”

“STOP IT! STOP THIS ACCURSED FIGHTING! IT’S TEARING US ALL APART!” Ghostface screamed. I stared at them all for a moment, and then turned around and sighed. Freddy was cursing Chucky under his breath.

“Well, what’s your answer then?” Pinhead asked me as he glared at the others.

“Well, I DON’T know…”

“WHY?! What’s the problem with it?” Freddy asked. I turned around and looked at him.

“What’s the problem with that? Uh… huh… I don’t know… I don’t think my parents would mind having, uh, 7 older men-“

“Older?” I put a hand up to stop him.

“-who kill people, mainly for enjoyment, and some aren’t even really alive, staying in a room with their 15-year-old daughter. I don’t think they’d mind at all.”

“Really-“

“NO! Are you crazy?”

“Yes.”

“Well… Why do you even want to come here anyways?”

“Uh… there is really no where else to go…” I looked at him.

“Well… I wouldn’t have anywhere for you guys to sleep without being noticed…”

“Your room?”

“It’s not really big… but… since it’s like a two room thing… I guess… it’s be… fine, as long as you DON’T go downstairs, you DON’T make a lot of noise, you DON’T bring the people that you killed here, you DON’T speak to or show yourself to my parents, and you FIND a place to hide when they go up there, if they go up there. Am I clear?”

“Jeez, a little much to remember-“

“AM I CLEAR-“

“YES! GAWD,” Freddy complained. Jason glared and shook his head.

“You… moron…”

“YOU-“

“BRAINDEAD-“

“MOTHERFU-“

“STOPPIT! Keep it up.” They moaned, except for Jason, Michael, and Leatherface who looked down and crossed their arms angrily. I gritted my teeth. “NO fighting either.”

“Peace-loving hippie,” Freddy muttered as he walked away. I just glared after him. I shook my head. “Why did I agree?”