Furry Freddy (2019 Rewrite)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: 

As you can tell by the title, this is a full rewrite of the story, "Furry Freddy". And I remember the story well. But, to be honest with you all... I'm not very happy about how it turned out now. Because back in either 2017 or 18 (I don't remember when I wrote this), I had wrote the story, and remembering it now, I can now see it was a rip-off of "Joe the Creep". And I was very, VERY disappointed with myself for doing that, and I apologize to those who agree with me. Cause, I can do better, I can do so much with that story, but yet, I was a snob back then. But, since I have grown more wiser with my works, I decided to rewrite the story since the old one was finally deleted from the Goshea's Lost Episodes Wiki (hopefully), and make a better version of the original, giving it much time and effort than it should've had.

So, with that said, enjoy the story.

The Story:
There was an old, abandoned apartment building just downtown from where I live, and it always gave me goosebumps. I never wanted to go in there, not after what I have heard from my friends. You see, me and my friends aren't some dicks or janes from across the street, nor are we just some random people looking for a good buzz.

We're furries.

Yes, you heard me correct. Furries. We are the type of furries who would go to furry conventions, dress in fursuits and do a bunch of shit a furry would do. We make cute noises and do some animal shit, but hey, it's what we do best. So, yeah, it can be a little unnerving, but we just don't care what those people think. We're furries, and that's all we'll ever be. Those haters can go fuck themselves and go fuck off. I have no respect for them, I have no sympathy for them, why should I give up my fursuit, why should I be considered an outcast? Give me a fucking break. Anyway, I never really felt comfortable being around that abandoned apartment, it just gave me a gut feeling that kept telling me that there's something strange, fucked up, and downright cynical with that building. Even my friends, John and Kevin, saw something really ominous with it. Now, John and Kevin are also furries; John is a fox, and Kevin is a jaguar. As for me, I was also a fox similar to John, but my fur was colored red with white stripes.

I remember me, John and Kevin walking to a furry convention downtown and we stopped as we stared at the apartment. We suddenly felt a chill go down our spine as we glanced at it.

"I can't believe they haven't torn it down yet." John said, "It's been, I don't know, two years since Freddy died in there."

"Oh, man, you still remember Fred?" Kevin asked, "That guy was a total douchebag; one time, he fucked his girlfriend backwards, and when they talked about having a baby, he went behind her back and told me that he was going to abort it."

"Wow, what an asshole," John looked at the sky in disbelief, "I remember him uploading a YouTube video of him beating the shit out of dogs with a stick, but the video got deleted instantly and he got total backlash from fans. I'm just wondering why his entire channel hasn't got deleted, that's some bullshit right there."

"They did the same thing with that Peluchin Entertainment guy." Kevin shook his head, "But that's not compared to what he did that Summer."

"Oh, you don't mean!" John said, eyes wide.

"Oh, I do. Last time I checked, neighbors heard two people arguing over something in Freddy's apartment, until they heard a woman's terrified screams, smashing, and even glass shattering. For what felt like hours, the shrieking stopped, and everything went dead silent. The neighbors were on edge. When the door opened, everybody rushed back inside, and slammed the doors shut. They all looked out their windows to see Freddy, dragging a garbage bag and threw it into the dumpster."

"Sooo… He killed her?" John asked, he was on edge as well, deeply fascinated with the story.

"Yep. And days later, the police found his girlfriend, all chopped to bits inside the trash bag. The motive, was simple. All he wanted, was to abort their child, but she didn't want to. She wanted to start a family, but this flew Freddy into a maniacal rage, and he savagely killed her with a butcher knife. Chopped up the corpse with a hatchet he had in his room, put the pieces inside the garbage bag, and threw it into the dumpster outside his home." And with that, Kevin finished his story with a single glance back at the run-down apartment.

Me, on the other hand, have heard these two talk about Freddy for what felt like two years before the incident. Now that since that I learned about his backstory, looked at the both of them and said, "Wait... that's it? There had to have been a trial, I mean, has he not been arrested, is he a fugitive on the run now?"

"Oh, no, he's not a fugitive, and yes they did went to arrest him, but he already locked himself in his apartment due to an angry mob outside his door. Turns out that he did much, much worse things, like: killing innocent cats, robbing school children of their lunch money, and even gleefully driving fat people to suicide. And that's not all, the reason why they're there in the first place, was that they were lead by the furious father of the girl Freddy killed. Since he is a furry, however, he was going to a furry convention when the angry mob arrived. They were all shouting death threats at him, and the father slammed his fist on the door, shrieking violently for him to open the door, in which, Freddy refused. This went on throughout the night, and the police was immediately powerless, so they had to call the swat team to settle down the raging crowd of people. Finally around one o' clock in the morning, after the father went to his car, opened the trunk, and brought out cocktail Molotov's and ordered that this was Freddy's last chance and that if he doesn't come out, then the whole entire apartment will burn. Nothing happened. When the police saw what was happening, they ordered the father to put down the Molotov's, but he didn't listen, he was waiting for a response. Freddy, with a shining example of arrogance, opened the window, and yelled, 'Go fuck yourself'. This ultimately proved to be his biggest mistake yet. The father was now purple with rage and snorted smoke through his nostrils like a bull ready to charge at a matador. He lit the Molotov with his cigarette lighter, and threw it at him, but Freddy dodged it, and the room behind him was engulfed in flames. The father constantly threw every Molotov at the apartment, causing a raging inferno to build up inside the building like a furnace. The flames were so hot that Freddy began to sweat inside the suit. The swat team was more and ready to take down the angry mob, and they tried to subdue the angry father, but he just fought through them and continue throwing Molotov-after-Molotov at Freddy's apartment. The father was pepper-sprayed, tasered, and even tackled numerous times, but he just gets back up and continue his fiery assault on Fred. It was as if Satan himself had taken control of him. The apartment was engulfed entirely in a blanket of flames, and Freddy had nowhere to run and hide. As soon as he was trapped, the flames had reached his fursuit, and sooner or later, he was a man on fire. Police, swat teams, and the angry mob heard his blood curdling screams of agony from inside the burning building. The father stopped throwing when he heard Freddy, and was tackled for the last time before being taken to the police car in hand cuffs. After that brutal night, firefighters had already put out the flames, and searched through the rubble, and found Freddy. He was burnt from head-to-toe, his fursuit burned into his own body, becoming his own. Turns out the cause of his immediate death, was that the suit was made out of foam, like the rest of our suits. And foam is indeed flammable."

"Jesus..." John shuttered at the end of Kevin's tale.

"So, what happened to the girl's father?" I asked.

"Oh, he was hauled off to jail. And as soon as the charred body of Fred was hauled off to the morgue, they noticed one single piece of paper that wasn't burnt. The drawing of Fred's fursona, a Sphynx cat. Legend has it that Fred's ghost haunts the place to this day, and nobody had taken it down because they were too afraid to send the building to the ground. They reported unexplained temperature changes, strange technological glitches, unusual scents, object movement or unidentifiable sounds. Lately, the mayor went to see the destruction of the building, but found the demolition team running out of the building screaming their heads off. That's when the mayor knew a ghost was in the apartment."

"A ghost? Really? What next, a magical dragon that vomits rainbows?" I joked.

"Dude, this is serious." John said, "Don't you believe in ghosts?"

"Well, to be honest. No." I told him, "but I wanted to, but not since my dad would spew Bible verses from his gullet and force me to become a preacher on the pulpit."

"Ugh! Hate those guys." John rolled his eyes in agitation.

"I know right? My dad would bash my skull in with every Bible verse in the book, and start preaching the gospel out of the blue. All because I was doing some normal stuff like; drawing anime characters, chatting with mom about her boyfriend, hell, I can't eat devil's food cake because it has the word Devil on it!"

"Wow, and you guys say my dad's weird." John chuckles.

"Like the time your dad stuck his dick inside a watermelon, just because he wanted to show you how sex works?" Kevin asked.

"Yeah, and I was nine-fucking-years-old too! Jesus Chris- and this isn't the first time he did something like this in front of me! Noooo," John placed his finger on each finger as he counted the many times his father did something stupid, "he ate a bird's ass, he put his fingers inside a female racoons vagina, hell, he even fucked a dead deer with my sock on his penis, just to show me how to use a condom."

Both me and Kevin are on the verge of vomiting on the spot.

"Oh, god I think I'm gonna throw up!" Kevin said as he choked back puke.

"Man, what the hell?! Is your dad a sexaholic or something?!" I choked back vomit as well.

"Sort of, but he's mostly a redneck who doesn't think twice when it came to teaching kids about safe sex."

"If he was my school teacher, remind me to call in sick." I said.

We both then stopped talking as we stared at the abandoned building, never breaking contact. "Maybe when we come back, we can go inside and-"

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" Kevin interrupted John, "What if Freddy will get you?"

"Oh, please, Freddy ain't gonna do shit. I mean, c'mon, the dead can't hurt the living. I've been ghost hunting for quite some time, and never have I got any contact from a random dead guy."

"I highly doubt it." Kevin sighed, rolling his eyes at the sheer arrogance John displayed.

After we went to the furry convention, the sun had already went down and we walked back to the apartment. That night, we just stood there, and glanced at the building. "You guys ready?" John asked.

"Dude, can we just talk about it? Cause, this isn't right."

"Yeah John, I got a bad feeling about this." I said.

"You guys are complete pussies!" John laughed, "Now c'mon, let's get going."

After a moment of badgering, we finally gave in from pressure, and reluctantly walked up to the dilapidated door of the building. And opened it, revealing a dusty stairway filled with children's toys. Guess the kids who lived here didn't have time to pick up their stuff as they moved, I thought to myself. We both walked up the stairs, the sudden creaking sound came out underneath our feet as we made each step. We then made it to the second floor, and went down the abandoned hallway. While we're inside the apartment, everything was so disgusting and dirty, that it had an ominous feel to it. Like as if any moment, some ghoul would pop out of the shadows and chase us out of the building. But the one thing that creeped me out. Was that... there was no sound. Literally. No. Sound. The only things audible, was our footsteps, our breathing, and the city's nightlife outside. It was so quite that you can easily hear the drop of a feather.

We then made it to the door at the end of the hallway to our left. Room 13... this was the place Freddy lived before he died.

Me and Kevin let out a shaky sigh, "Okay, here we go..." Kevin said.

"After you." I replied.

Kevin slowly opened the door, expecting some specter to appear in front of the doorway. But, nothing was there, just the charred remains of the apartment room. As the door opened, a wave of ash and cinder filled our nostrils. It smelled like the burning wood inside a firepit, except, it was everywhere, and it filled our noses to the point of us holding our noses. We entered, and looked around. It was as if we were walking inside a house that has been burned to the ground, there was some blackness here and there, even the couch has been reduced into a burger. I went inside the bedroom, and saw the entire place in shambles; picture frames were smashed, the dresser was knocked over, hell even the window was smashed. I then noticed the large dark red stain on the carpet next to the bed. This is where Freddy killed his girlfriend.

This is the part where I heard a strange knock on the wall beside me. I looked, and nothing was there. "Hello?" I called out. No response, just John and Kevin walking around the living room. They too heard the knock and went inside the bedroom where I was.

"Dude, what is it?" Kevin asked.

I shushed them, and we all listened. From John's experience in ghost hunting, he learned that you can contact spirits by calling out to them, not too loud, but in a way that's friendly. Now, John was a little too unnerved, but shook it off. I can clearly see that the whole idea of us coming here was blowing up right in his face. "Freddy?" John called out, "If you're here with us, please knock twice."

For hours on end, nothing happened. John asked twice, still nothing. Just then, we heard shuffling from the living room, and as we exited the bedroom, our jaws dropped. The chairs were moved away from the dining table. "I swear to Christ that didn't happen when we're in the kitchen area." Kevin said, clearly scared out of his wits.

"Holy shit..." I shivered, almost out of breath. I took it upon myself to call out to Freddy, "Did you move these chairs?" No response as usual.

Suddenly, there came a sudden slam of one of the doors in the hallway outside Freddy's apartment room, and three sharp knocks on the bathroom door. All three of us are now beginning to feel a bit jumpy. Me and Kevin are surprised to see John this scared, even though his stupid ass was the one who got us into this mess in the first place. We should've never came here. We all checked to see if any ghost of some kind was here, and it would result in one of us jumping from fright of the sudden noises that would come out of nowhere. After the clock struck twelve, me, John, and Kevin both wondered if we'd would just call it quits. But suddenly, before we left, there was a sudden noise from behind us... slow, heavy breathing. As if someone just ran a five hour jog. We slowly turned, and there he was...

Freddy.

He was in his fursuit, all burnt and withered, like a teddy bear after it was set on fire. We can even see his fingers through his burned cat gloves. He looked at us, breathing heavily through his mask. After what felt like hours, he slowly lifted his hands towards his mask, and took his mask off... revealing his face. We felt a nerve of shock, horror, and bewilderment as we saw what's underneath that mask. This excited us into fright, as we saw his face. It.... it was, unlike anything that we've ever seen! There was parts of his face that was completely gone, he had no eyelids, no nose, it was like a fleshy skull! His skin was charred with bits of flesh still attached, his lips were burnt off, exposing his rotten brown and black teeth, even his torn, bleeding gums. And there was a few strands of hair still attached to his scalp. His eyes were the worst... they looked as if they suffered from ocular and periocular burns. He looked as if he should be blind, but it appears that he can still see us.

He looked, and smiled at us, we can hear the squishing of flesh as his lipless mouth moved into a grin.

This was enough to have us darting for the exit, never once looking back! As we both made a run for it, we can hear the door to room 13 slam shut by itself! We ran outside, and I stopped as I glanced back for a moment, before I heard Freddy's ghostly voice whisper directly in my ear, it was filled with malice and spite...

"And stay out!" That made me yelp in fright and catch up with John and Kevin.

We ran to my house, and felt as if our lungs would burst any moment. We paced around my room, trying to comprehend what the fuck just happened. Was our mind playing tricks on us, did our anxiety get the better of us, or was that the real thing? I can remember those three cold, demented words in my head, even when I try to forget them. We never did go back to that apartment, even after that terrifying night. But one thing is for certain, when we walk past that building, even after dark, we felt as if we were being watched. Just recently, I stood in front of the building and glanced up at it. I was just taking a midnight walk and I happened to see it on my way down the sidewalk. Just then... a ghostly voice whispered in my ear.

"Do you believe in ghosts, now?"