This chapter will also be in a third person POV. I used one gif from the remake. I used Jesse's death. That's the only death I'll be using from the remake. Nothing else will be pertaining to the remake.

After the beach nobody really talked. Klaus and Kyra went to separate homes. Javier and Kit stayed together. Ivy went to Ethan's house and Justin was at Summer's. Harry was at home. His father worked late nights at Oscorp. Harry, just like Justin, wouldn't admit that his dreams were being haunted by a certain someone. Harry hadn't slept since the night Genesis was murdered. Even after the party, he did not sleep. He drank and smoke, to try to ignore his haunted dreams. But that would make it worse. That would keep him in a deep sleep. Harry was now at the stage where you begin to see things when you're awake. This stage usually happens if Freddy has kept you up for at least 3-4 days. Harry has been awake for 5. Harry sat in the living room. Too afraid to sit in his bedroom. He flipped through channels on tv and sighed. Nothing was on. He went to flip the channel when static appeared on the tv screen.

"What?" Harry said. He sat up and pointed the remote at the tv, desperately trying to get it to work. He set the remote down and walked over to where the tv stood. He hit it a few times and nothing happened. He pinched the bridge of his nose and he hit the television with all his might. Then Freddy appeared. "Harry!" He said. Harry's eyes widened and Freddy laughed. "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost." He said. Harry backed away from the tv and he said "you're not real. Go away." "You can't stay awake forever Harry." Freddy said. Harry grabbed the remote and turned off the tv. He panted and walked into the kitchen. He began to make coffee and there was a screeching sound. "Who's there?" Harry said.

Screech

Harry walked back into the living room where the sound was emitting from. There was a large mirror in the Osborn household. "Boo!" Freddy said. Harry turned around to be faced with the dream demon in the mirror. "Just give in Harry. It'll only hurt!" Freddy said with a cackle. Harry didn't know what to do. He grabbed the nearest thing. It was a knife. The family knife. It ran through the family. Each descendant took it from the last. It was almost like a sword. Freddy said "should I kill you? Or should I kill that pretty little girl of yours?" Harry gasped softly and Freddy said "Kyra. Maybe I'll slice her open. Her guts will be on the outside. She'll suffer and scream for you. But you won't be there." Tears began to fill Harry's eyes and he said "no..."

Freddy said "that'd be a sight to see! Kyra's blood all over the floor. Her screaming for you. Just like Genesis did for Klaus!" Harry's mouth hung agape and he said "leave her out of this." "You're all going to die. Not one of you is making it out of this." Freddy said. Harry said "you're not real. You can't be." "I'm real." Freddy's deep voice replied. Harry shook his head and began to cry. "I'm going to kill you all! But I'm going to start with you!" Freddy said. "No!" Harry screamed.

He threw the knife at the mirror, shattering it. Harry let a relieved breath leave his lips and he walked back over to the coffee machine. He began making himself a cup. Harry thought he was ok. Harry thought Freddy was gone. But not was he wrong. Freddy still lingered in the Osborn household. With an urge to kill. Harry brought the mug to his lips. He inhaled the sweet scent of the caffeinated drink. Freddy appeared behind the boy, Harry not having a clue. Freddy smirked to himself. He was going to have another victim. As soon as Harry went to take a gulp of the coffee, Freddy stabbed him. The coffee mug in Harry's hand fell to the ground, shattering on impact. Harry let out a scream as Freddy's claw and hand went all the way through his chest.

Harry gasped and looked down. Blood dripped onto the floor and Harry fell to the ground. Freddy stood over Harry and said "I got ya." Harry choked on his own blood. Blood spurted out of his mouth and he desperately gasped for air. Freddy disappeared and left Harry to die on the kitchen floor. Harry felt his body growing weaker and weaker. There was a pool of blood all around Harry's body. He held his chest, trying to save himself somehow. But it was no use. Harry Osborn died that night.

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Norman came back home from work the next morning. Very tired and eager to see his son. "Harry you've already got coffee made? That's awesome." Norman said. He set his coat on the coat rack and noticed he didn't get a response. "Harry?" He asked. He turned around and saw that the mirror was shattered. Norman walked over to it and picked up the knife that ran through the family. He set it in the case and saw Harry's feet. "Harry?" Norman asked. He turned the corner in the kitchen, passing the island. Harry laid dead on the kitchen floor, clutching his chest. Which had a gaping hole in it. "Harry!" Norman screamed. He knelt down and said "oh god. Harry!" The Osborn butler ran in and saw the young man on the floor. "Call the police! Do something!" Norman screamed. Norman didn't know what to do. He cradled his dead son and sobbed over his body. His son, the one who would take over Oscorp is dead.

Hello guys! Sorry I haven't been on. I had a very eventful week. I was busy doing stuff and I was actually happy. So I love you guys and hope you're still here!!
~Skylar✨🍓💙☁️