"You know you have a problem, right?"

I shrugged at having my little brother insult me yet again. "What's wrong with collecting mirrors?"

"It's weird!" he yapped. "Your room is like one of those creepy fun houses. You have them everywhere!"

I glanced down at the reflective glass I'd just purchased at the flea market as we walked back out to the car. It was antique, or so the seller had said. Looking at the piece and its golden frame, I didn't really doubt it. It was heavy. If it wasn't old, it was certainly well-made and ornate enough to be worth the amount of cash I had traded for it. Besides, it felt old. I could basically feel the energy of lifetimes of memories attached to it.

"Hey, at least I don't spend all my time on stupid Facebook games that never go anywhere," I shot at the boy who had already switched his phone onto the most recent in a long line of mini-games he was infatuated with.

"Shuttup!" he pouted as he climbed into the passenger seat and slammed the door.

I put my find carefully in the floor of the back seat before finding my way to the driver's seat and cranking the vehicle to life. I had always liked mirrors, especially the full-length Victorian era type. However, I had really gotten into the hobby of seeking the most unusual ones out and collecting them after I had learned about scrying. My friends thought it was stupid and my family didn't put much stock in it, but the magical art of scrying was similar to reading tarot cards or palms. It was often done with crystal balls, with mirrors being another popular channel.

After hearing about it, I researched more and found that many people, for centuries, actually believed that these different glasses could easily open up a spiritual portal to other realms. Just the idea was fascinating even if nothing had yet come of my studies except for the occasional sense of paranoia that I was being watched or otherwise drawn in by something on the other, invisible side of the mirrors. My brother was right about one thing...I was starting to run out of space for all of them. I couldn't graduate soon enough. Once I could afford to move into my own place, I would have a lot more room to collect.

"You kids wash up; supper's almost ready!" was the first thing I heard when we walked in the door.

My brother hollered something about how hungry he was so I let that be the only response as I took my new piece and went directly to my room to find a spot for it. At first, I laid it on my bed and turned around in a slow circle to determine where was best. There was a small space beside two unframed mirrors that I had bought as a pair off of some kid in my school who was trying to raise money for concert tickets. If I could move them just a little bit to either side, the spot in the middle would do just perfectly.

"Got another one, I see," my dad noticed from my door.

"Yeah," I grinned, retrieving the golden mirror from the mattress behind me and jogging over to him to show off.

"Oh wow," he said, tracing the carvings with his fingers. "It looks old. You got this at the flea market?"

"Yeah," I said. "Paid thirty bucks for it."

"Ah, that's not bad. It's a solid piece," he hummed.

Dad was the only person who showed any interest in my hobby. Most others either shrugged it off or made fun of it. Not that I couldn't see how it was strange or even like my brother said, somewhat creepy to have so many reflections around you, but...

"Which booth was it?" the man inquired, lifting his gaze to look at me.

"Uh, I'm not sure what they called it," I admitted. "It was the new one. The guy said they'd been cleaning out some old house in Springwood."

"Oh, that's what I thought," Dad smirked.

I cocked my head the side. "What do you mean?"

"Well, I didn't want to get you excited until I knew where you'd gotten it, but I heard over the news while you were gone that the man who had inherited 1428 Elm Street was selling off a lot of its contents at the flea market," he shared enthusiastically.

"Um...ok?" I wasn't following him.

"That house belonged to Fred Krueger many years ago," Dad clarified. "He was also known as the Springwood Slasher."

"The Springwood...Slasher?" I repeated incredulously. "You mean...this mirror belonged to a serial killer?"

"Yup," the man grinned.

"DINNER'S READY!"

Mom called from the kitchen, but that didn't keep my jaw from dropping at this new information. How fucking awesome was that? Maybe I'd actually have some luck with this one and get in contact with the spirits of his victims...or even the slasher himself!

Supper was boring. Mom had fixed meatloaf once again, one of the few meals I absolutely hated. So I was forced to eat enough of it that she didn't complain, and suffer through the simple chatter about how everyone's day had been before I was finally released to spend some time alone...working with my mirrors.

It could all be a wild goose chase and I'd realize later on that I was deluded to think I could communicate with ghosts or learn to predict the future with these man-made decorative glasses. As it stood, however, I still believed in spirits and other realms like where demons and such lived. And if other people could be psychics and mediums...why the hell couldn't I? I definitely had the dedication to learn.

Closing my bedroom door so that it was shut tight, I strolled over to the bed where Krueger's mirror still lay since I had been interrupted from hanging it by the dinner bell. Staring at it, I used the technique a witch online had suggested. I stared at a single spot on the glass, slowly letting my vision blur until my eyes weren't focused on anything at all. The only thing visible in the tunnel of sight I had created being the mirror in my hands. I let myself become numb to any sensations around me- the air conditioner running in the background, the white noise of the TV from the living room...even the light illuminating my room from above.

I kept my eyes glued to the mirror, doing my best not to blink, until my body would not let me keep my lids up any longer. As my vision fell shut, my eyelids catching on the dryness at first before wetting them enough to slide close smoothly, I sighed. Still, I didn't give up and attempted this over and over for nearly the next hour. 

Finally, I set the thing to the side where it was propped up by the pile of pillows at the head of the mattress. I'd try again in a little bit. Every bit of information online had instructed not to force it, so I'd have to wait until I was relaxed again. Perhaps a little more tired so that my physical senses were dull to let my mind feel more...spiritual, I guess.

Grabbing my phone off of the nightstand, I decided to learn some stuff about this Fred Krueger in the meantime. Maybe if I knew more about him or the people he'd killed, I'd be able to reach them easier. I scrolled through several articles pertaining to his arrest and his trial, how he'd been released on a technicality and subsequently chased down and burned to death by the disgruntled parents. I read his body count and descriptions of the various claw-like devices he had used to murder all those kids.

Then something peculiar caught my eye. People were attributing deaths to him that occurred after he was proven to be deceased. At first, I thought it was some creepypasta shit or other sort of fiction. Perhaps some loons out there copycatting him or simply having delusions. However, as I kept reading more information concerning it, I became convinced. From what I gathered, he had been reborn as a demon who haunted the dreams of the children of Springwood.

It was a small place, and I did live a few towns over in the first big city, but how had I never heard of any of this? I had had friends who lived there at some point. Hm...it had been over fifty years since his mortal death, but still, the most recent complaint or sighting of him had happened about two years ago. I had found comments about that on an obscure Reddit thread. There hadn't been replies from the original poster in quite some time...had they finally been killed too?

"SHIT!" I screamed, dropping my phone when a sudden crash of thunder sounded, accompanied by the electricity going out. I heard my brother laugh in his room which was next to mine and my Mom yelled at us not to worry. In only a matter of minutes, the lights were on again. I quickly spotted my phone on the floor and leaned over the side of the bed to grab it. As I reached it and lifted myself to sit again, my head casually turned to the side, my sight caught on the mirror.

Holy. Fucking. SHIT.

Staring back at me from the glass was a man with terrible burns covering his face. He wore a striped sweater and a dirty fedora as well as an evil grin that showed dying teeth.

"Are you alright?"

"Shit!" I jumped again, twisting to where my Dad stood in the door. "Y-yeah," I answered, slowly putting my attention back on the mirror...but the man had disappeared.

"Okay, remember your phone has a flashlight," he winked before closing my door like it had been and leaving.

Hurriedly, I set the device in my hand to the side and picked up the glass. Peering hard into it, I tried to summon the ghost, using the same technique as before a couple times and ending with simply moving the thing around and looking into it at every angle. All of it was to no avail.

I set the mirror back down and slouched. "At least I finally got something."

"And what something would that be, princess?" an unfamiliar voice asked.

I spun around to one of the larger mirrors hanging between my door and my closet. There he was: Fred Krueger. This time, instead of just his head, I could see his whole body in the full-length mirror. He had pants to match his hat and on his hand was one of the infamous gloves I had seen pictures of on the internet. Not daring to take my eyes off of him, I slid off the mattress and inched his way.

"What's the matter, sweet-cheeks?" he grinned. "You look like you've seen a ghost!" He belted into laughter then, both hands raised in the air in front of him to complete the maniacal appearance.

"Or a demon," I hummed, now close enough I could touch the glass where he stood.

Before I could land a single finger on his image, his gloved arm sprung out, grasping onto my wrist and pulling me flat against the mirror. His roaring continued as I tugged, trying desperately to get away. Although initially, I only grunted, when the struggle dragged on and I felt those blades cutting into my arm, I squealed. I was instantly let go and soon after, met with another appearance from my Dad.

"Honey, are you-"

"DON'T YOU KNOCK?!" I barked, less aggravated with him opening my door without permission and more in shock with the paranormal attack I'd just experienced.

"Oh," Dad gritted his teeth in an obvious 'oops, sorry,' and carefully retreated once more, making sure my room was shut as I had had it.

Looking at the mirror, I saw that the demon had vanished. GAHHH! In a fit of frustration, I spun around and kicked at the carpet, only to feel arms whoosh past my head, their hands grabbing onto my shirt and pulling me backwards. I was surprised I didn't emit a sound except for a soft curse...that was until instead of being slammed against the wall like I had anticipated, I continued to fall into a dark pit.

Then I screamed.

It ended after what seemed to be many minutes of falling, and I found myself laying on a cushiony bed. Catching my breath as my eyes rolled around in their sockets to determine where I was, I saw that I was indeed laying in my own bed, in my own room. What the hell? I started to sit up and was forcefully thrown back down by a gust of air, hands pinned to the mattress on either side of my head. I opened my mouth to call for help, but was silenced by the feeling of something warm and slimy slithering against my tongue and my lips.

Before I could scream or fight, the form of Fred Krueger solidified on top of me, and I saw it was his hands restraining me, his mouth upon me, and his tongue kissing mine. He tore away the moment my eyes hit his, chuckling as he gazed down at me. The normal reaction would probably have been for me to cry for help or to complain about his forcing himself onto me, but I was too shocked to do either. I only sat there and stared back.

"Aw, what's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" he laughed harder.

My stare continued and so did the quiet. After an uncomfortable length of awkward silence, he began to lower his mouth to mine again and only then did I find my voice, "Woah woah woah!"

It seemed enough to get his attention and he moved back, still keeping me pinned. "You wanted some fun, didn't you, kitten? Well, here I am!" he chuckled.

My lips parted oddly once, and then twice as my mind tried to make sense of what was happening."You're...You're Fred Krueger."

"Call me Freddy, doll," he grinned.

"Freddy," I repeated. "Okay, well what do you want?"

The demon's face contorted into a devious smirk as his eyes made an obvious drop to my chest, my stomach, and then lower... I gulped. He wasn't going to do that...was he? I squirmed in his grip, not having any luck with breaking free. My distress clearly showed on my face as he started to speak in a low, sinister tone.

"Aw...don't you wanna play?" he cooed.

"I-" I wriggled again, sight back on him, "I have a boyfriend!"

"Oh, come on, don't lie to your ol' pal Freddy," he flashed a toothy grin and my cheeks flushed red.

He was right, I didn't have a boyfriend. I had had sex before, though...once. To be honest, it was only because I wanted to lose my virginity and see what all the fuss was about. I hadn't been impressed with the experience. Maybe because it was my first time and it hurt or maybe because it had been with some guy I barely knew at a party. Either way, I had wanted to try again...with someone I knew at least somewhat and was actually attracted too. But...I focused on the burnt man atop me. This wasn't exactly what I had in mind.

I had been attracted to Freddy out of morbid interest and spiritual curiosity. It wasn't that I had fallen for him or anything. Hell, I'd only just learned of him a few hours ago! Even so, the fantastic nature of having been sucked into a mirror by a freaking dream demon, coupled with the success in contacting a spirit and the close proximity of his body to mine, had me actually feeling a flutter in my stomach and a lustful aching in my groin.

"Princess have something on her mind?" Freddy grinned, having picked up on whatever shift in my expression that let on I had been considering him.

My eyes fell down to his lips. Just like the rest of him, they were burned, though it seemed not quite as badly...at least toward the inside of their folds. I saw them part and heard them release a small sound as if their owner was about to speak again, but before he could, I jerked my head forward and planted a short kiss directly on his mouth. Immediately falling back to lay against the mattress, I saw a subtle nuance in his demeanor. It appeared I had intrigued him.

Rapidly, the hint of confusion was gone and the devious nature of him had returned. Once more, he dropped his body so that his chest pressed against mine and his lips, instead of forcing mine to part into a more intimate kiss, asked this time...and I consented. As he pushed down and I pushed back, our tongues dancing within each other's mouth, our lips growing moist with the sweet saliva we exchanged, I felt his hold on my wrists gradually lessen.

Instead of using the opportunity to try and get away, I threw my arms around his neck and he lifted both of us onto our knees on the bed as we continued kissing. I felt his arms fall down my back, finding their way to the end of my shirt before inching underneath and crawling upward to my shoulder blades. The sensation of his rough fingertips against my bare skin startled me at first, but I quickly found the strange touch pleasurable.

Abruptly, he jerked away from me with a huge smirk.

I stayed there, mildly baffled as to why he stopped. However, he simply lifted his hand, showing that he held my bra. My own hands flew to my breasts. How had he gotten... I laughed at myself as I realized that it wasn't the first time he had used supernatural power. Besides, he might have simply undone it while I was lost in the moment. I grinned and reached down to pull my shirt over my head. After I had done so, I threw it off to the side and launched myself at the man, who laughed as I pushed him backward onto the bed.

Straddling his hips with mine, I flirtatiously rubbed my stomach, slowly trailing my naked outline upward where I cupped both my breasts in my palms and squeezed them playfully. As I looked down at him, I saw that he was enjoying the show, a pleasured smile on his face as he crossed his arms beneath his head and simply watched. Several moments passed with this display before I felt something beneath me...his member was hardening in his pants.

I halted upon feeling it, gaze dropping to his groin and then lifting to his face when he began to chuckle. Before I could do anything else, he had grabbed my breasts so tightly that I squeaked. His smirk returned as he rubbed them in circles varying in degrees of gentle and forceful. I moaned while he played with me, squealing again when he let them go to flick at my nipples. I almost voiced a complaint at the odd pain, but by that time, he had pounced me and I was once more on my back.

Rather than wait for his next move, however, I stretched my hands out to his pants and began unzipping them to free his growing digit. This seemed to please him and he reached down to take my hand, prompting me to rub him. I did as he wished, observing as he inhaled sharply and allowed his eyes to close as he relished my touch.

After a few moments, he suddenly thrust my hand away, and then reared his arm in the air where I saw his glove reappear. Blades extended, he inched his crotch backward so that he had a better view of my jeans. Then, he swiped his claw at the denim, slicing through it as if it were as thin as paper. 

I trembled, scared that he could have done some real damage, but there wasn't a scratch on me. Giving one more slash, he successfully ripped the lap of my clothes to shreds. He then let both hands, now unarmed, grab onto the waist of my jeans and tear them away from my nether region, taking the panties I'd been wearing with them.

Putting his gaze on me, his fingers crawled to my entrance, tickling at my lower lips a few seconds before wriggling beneath to tease my clit. The whole time, he didn't look away from my face, not wishing to miss a single change in my expression, in my body, as I reacted to his touching my most sensitive parts. I tried to keep my own eyes open to watch him as well, but it grew so intense, my insides already starting to wind, begging for more.

I shut my vision and simply bathed in the pleasure of this lust. My back arched and I squirmed, moaning and sighing as my hands clutched at his shirt, attempting to rub him again, but not finding the focus to be able to. I could feel myself beginning to get wet, my womanhood dripping and pruning his fingers. Suddenly, he stopped, and my eyes shot open in time to see he was lowering his body onto mine again. One hand came to rest beside my head and the other went to take hold of himself as his face fell so close that our noses touched.

Soon, I felt his soft tip brush against my mound, carefully creeping its way to my entrance without passing by the chance to rub and tease my clit again, sending me to fight against closing my sight. Slowly, he moved his hips forward and I could feel his manhood hitting against me as my legs willingly parted to let him in. Another slow movement forward...and another, the beginning of him broke inside, causing me to grunt. He paused, eyes locked with mine as if to make sure I was okay. In silent response, I nodded my head and wrapped my arms around his chest, pulling him closer.

This time, he pushed more powerfully, ignoring how tightly I now had my legs around him. Another push...and another...he was getting nearer and nearer to being within me entirely. I could feel both the ball of lust inside winding and my walls clenching around him. One more thrust and we were fully connected. It was then that his motions grew faster and faster...and I didn't know if he was still getting bigger or I was simply still tightening around him.

We both moaned and grunted and groaned and sighed, wanting more, more, more...each of us begging, pleading for sweet release. He started pushing harder and more rapidly, each thrust more powerful than the last. When I finally thought I couldn't last any longer, my eyes open again, but before I could breath a warning...I also came.

The rush of chemicals exploding inside me and rushing to my brain, fogging it and making my vision blur was so perfect. It was everything they had all said sex was meant to be. I was barely able to take in the moment that he reached climax, as I was lost in the ecstasy of my own...my body, inside and out, at last loosening and relaxing.

After he was finished, he kept moving in and out for a few more slow paces before he stopped...his fingers curling and pulling at the blanket where they rested on either side of my head. His eyes also closed in his moment and he stayed where he was, still atop me, still inside me, for several minutes past...his vision once more resting on me, his face still contorted in pleasure.

When he finally pulled out of me, I gasped, my body still clenched around him. He chuckled at this before carefully rolling off to the side as my arms and legs let go of him. He then lay on the bed beside me, hand bent and propping his head up so he could gaze at me. I somehow managed to turn over to look at him as well, and the two of us simply lay there, not able to look away from the other as we caught our breath.