Disclaimer: based on characters created by Wes Craven and Victor Miller, and based on a screenplay written by Damian Shannon and Mark Swift
Springwood, Ohio. 2002
The winter was ending as spring began, in a small midwestern town, seemingly peacefull. Where everybody is happy, and has nothing to worry about. Especially the parents, since they raise their kids so well. Or... maybe not.
Somewhere in Springwood, inside a small house, inside somebody's bedroom, we find a young couple. One big guy, likely because he played football, and a small red-headed girl, who appeared a little drunk. Neither one of them were wearing any clothes, and given their position in bed at the time their was no need for them to be wearing any either.
"Oh yeah… fuck me baby!" the guy kept saying to the girl, while the girl in question was moaning.
It didn't take long before the two teens were lying down, both exausted. When the girl was hugging the guy however, things started to heat up in an entirely different matter.
"Babe!" he said as he pushed her arm away, "You know I don't like to be touched after we did it!"
The girl wasn't happy about this. While punching his chest, she said: "Fine! I'll go shower then!"
The girl got up, as the guy was saying: "Good! Your hair smells like menthols anyway!"
Just before she left the room, the girl called at him: "Asshole!"
She had left the room. The guy, who couldn't understand her demeanour towards him, turns to his bedside table, grabbed a can of beer he had opened earlier and continued drinking from it. Obviously he couldn't care less about what the girl thinks of him. He turned back, so his back would be flat on the bed's matrass again. Suddenly, he screamed, when he noticed the pillow had made a drastic change! It suddenly appeared to have a face, which smiled at him! The face looked like somebody had spend to much time in the sunlight, causing his skin to start peeling away, horribly!
The face spoke: "Don't like to be touched, huh?"
If this little thing on it's own wasn't weird enough, the whole bed shifted into a giant hand, which seemed to be wearing an old glove, which had knives at every finger. The guy screamed out of surprise, until the hand balted a fist, causin the guy to snap.
The girl, who was in the shower, heard the scream. She looked up into the direction of the scream.
"Trey? What's going on?" she called, but recieved no answer.
She turned off the shower, grabbed a towell, covered herself with it and left the bathroom. Before she entered the bedroom, she called for her boyfriend again: "Trey! You okay?"
Still no reply! She opened the door, and screamed not only at the sight of a dead boyfriend, but a dead boyfriend in a bent bed, and blood, mixed with beer, dripping from beneath it.