Third person POV:
Everyone left Ivy's house that afternoon. As the sun set I began to grow tried. Since I didn't sleep much the night before. Ivy fell asleep next to Ethan and he sighed. "I can't believe I have someone as beautiful as you." He whispered, looking down at his girlfriend. Ivy's chest rose and fell. Ethan fell asleep next to her and they actually slept for some hours. But right before midnight...was when the trouble began. Ivy woke up and looked at her sleeping boyfriend. She went downstairs and got herself some tea. Ivy sat at the bar in the kitchen and began making her cup. She scrolled through her phone and didn't want to go back upstairs till she was finished with her tea. While she was downstairs, Ethan was upstairs, dreaming. Ethan didn't even have a bad dream. He actually dreamt normally. Ivy got a call from Kyra. She answered it and said "yeah hello?" "Why is everyone against me? Why are you against me? You're my best friend Ivy." She said. Ivy huffed and said "you were my best friend. Actually I'm a lot closer to Summer now. And Nova too. You turned on your brother. That's when it started. All he did was make a mistake and you turned against him. You don't care about anyone except yourself. And I can't be friends with someone that acts like that." She hung up the phone and Ivy heard screaming from upstairs. Ethan was currently being sucked into Ivy's bed. And Ivy had no idea.

Ivy walked up the stairs and said "Ethan?" She didn't get a response. She shakily grabbed the railing and small tears formed in her eyes. "Ethan?" She asked again. She reached the top of the stairs and walked to her bedroom door. All she heard was liquid. Liquid flowing. "Ethan!" Ivy said, terrified that he was gone. Ivy brought her hand to the doorknob and turned it, opening the door. As she entered her once pink bedroom, Ethan's blood was flowing out of her bed.

Ivy's eyes widened and she began to hyperventilate. Ivy screamed as she watched her boyfriend's blood being literally drained from his body. "No!" She screamed. She ran her hands through her hair and pulled at it.

Ethan's blood was now covering her bedroom. There was no way Ethan was alive. Ivy closed her bedroom door and a single tear fell from her eye. She sniffled and began to walk downstairs.

More tears fell from her eyes and she wiped them with her hands. She could barely walk. All she could hear was his blood dripping off the ceiling. A whimper left her mouth and she tried to calm herself down. But nothing was working.

"Get to the phone. Get to the phone." She muttered as she tried to walk down the stairs. Ivy stumbled into the kitchen and dialed her mother.

"Mommy?" Ivy asked. Ivy's mother said "what is it? It's so late!" "Ethan's dead. He died in my bedroom." She said. She didn't get a reply and Ivy said "mom?" Then the phone hung up. The dial tone entered Ivy's ear. She gasped and immediately dialed 911. "911, what's your emergency?" The operator asked. "Um my boyfriend was murdered. Can you please send someone over here right away please?" Ivy said. She gave the operator all her information and the police and coroner were at her house in 10 minutes flat. They entered the home to see Ivy Carter on the floor in front of the stairs. "He's upstairs. In my room." She said. As two officers went upstairs and entered the bedroom, they were shocked at what they were looking at. One of the officers ran to the bathroom and began to vomit. The other stood in shock. Looking at the blood that coated the ceiling and floor. The coroner got upstairs and began to wheel Ethan's body out. Ethan's father broke down and demanded he saw his sons body. As Ivy looked at the stretcher she screamed. She went to grab his body but an officer held her back. She thrashed in the officer's arms and sobbed. "Ethan! Do something! He's dying!" She screamed. "Calm down!" The officer said as he tried to hold her back. Luckily there were medical personnel on the scene. They sedated Ivy. She was too hysterical. They took her to the hospital and Ethan's dad entered the home. Blood began to drip from the ceiling and he gasped. "What could've done this to my son?! That's my son! In fucking pieces!" He said. Ethan's body was unrecognizable. The only reason the police and coroner knew who he was, was because Ivy had given them all the information. The police called Ivy's parents and they were forced to come home. Another teen was taken by Freddy. How many more would he take? Is there anyway for him to be stopped? People surrounded the Carter home and desperately asked the police questions. Summer looked up at the house and went to a police officer. "Excuse me but was Ivy killed?" She asked. The officer shook his head and said "no ma'am. It was her boyfriend." Summer covered her mouth and gasped. She backed away from the home and ran back down the street to hers. They had all dreamed of Freddy the night before, they all swore they were safe. But this was part of Freddy's plan. He wanted them to think they were safe. But they really weren't. He was playing with their minds. And he loved it. Every time Freddy got another victim, he got more powerful. And he would be very hard to take down. The teens would have to team up. And they'd have to be able to get along. Because Freddy is succeeding in tearing them apart. And the worst part is...these kids can't tell anyone about him. They'll just get laughed at or put in an institution. How many more will he kill? He's already up to three.

Here's the update! Literally spent all night writing this
~Skylar🍓🌴💚🖤