Freddy Kruger:
Mirror Images.
Nancy: , Kristen: , Alice: . With no one left to stand in his way, Krueger Is set to take over the dream world, but there is one thing he didn't count on. The powers of his most hated enemies have found a new home
inside of the only person to ever escape Freddy's glove.
Maggie was sitting at her desk, thinking. She had killed her father, Freddy Kruger and yet, she felt as if the horrors that she, Tracy, and Doc had went through to kill him were just a prelude to something that was just around the corner.
"I'm tired," she said, "I'm going to bed Tracy."
Tracy looked over the back of the couch and said,
"Ok, but are you sure it's safe?"
"Is what safe?"
"Going to sleep, I know we got him, but I still feel like it's not over."
"I know," said Maggie as she walked up to bed.
Tracy turned around and started to watch the news again. Ever since Maggie offered for her to live with her, she had been watching the midnight news to see if Freddy showed any sings of his return. It had been three years of nothing and by now, Tracy was convinced she was being paranoid. But something in the back of her head told her not to let her guard down.
"And in other news," Tracy jumped up and glued her eyes to the screen, "A local boy was found dead this morning in Springwood (Author's Note: In Freddy's Dead, Springwood is a town that is visited by the characters, not where the action takes place) with four claw like gashes going from his throat to his pelvis. Police are at a loss as to who might have been responsible for this, but they say it might be an imitation of the famous 'Springwood Slasher' murders. We will keep you posted as more information comes in."
Tracy sat there in disbelief, not wanting to believe that Kruger could be back, and wanting to believe that it was just an imitation. She knew though, both in her mind and in her heart that he was back
"Maggie!" she shouted, running up stairs to wake her up.
Maggie however, was far from asleep, she had seen the news on the T.V. in her room and was both shocked, scared, and pissed.
"Maggie," Tracy burst into the room, "He's back Maggie, Freddy's back."
"I know."
"Well what are we going to do?"
"Call Doc, he might know."
As Tracy ran downstairs to call Doc, someone in Hell was laughing to himself.
"Someone forgot to take their drugs last night. Just five more and I'll be able to get back in to the dream world and they'll be able to find me."
He may have lost his dream demons and he may be trapped in hell, but every once in a while, someone would dream about him and he would be able to kill them and take their soul and each time he did this, he would gain a little more of his power back. It had been three years and he had almost gone insane with waiting.
"Oh well, a couple more deaths and I'll regain my power without them."
So that was that, He decided to wait. He wouldn't have to wait long however, for in a town a great deal of miles away from Springwood, a girl named Alice Johnson was saying goodnight to her son Jacob.
"Remember," Alice said, "you're in control."
"I know mom," said a 13-year-old Jacob.
"Ok, night."
"Night."
Jacob was walking down a fairly creepy hallway, shaking as he walked
"This is my dream. I'm in control," he kept saying.
Suddenly, he hears an all to familiar screeching noise, like a steel claw on metal. Jacob whipped around and saw nothing, as he turned around he thought he saw a shadow move.
"I'm in control," he said.
"Are you, piglet?" said a low gritty voice.
Jacob whipped around, nothing he looked up, nothing, he looked to his left, nothing, when he looked to his right, he saw a man wearing black pants, black boots, the infamous red and green sweater, and on top of his burn scarred face was this man's favorite brown, snap-brim fedora.
"I'll ask you again piglet, are you in control."
Jacob looked in to this man's eyes, blood-shot and dry, and let out an ear- piercing scream.
"MOM!"
Mirror Images.
Nancy: , Kristen: , Alice: . With no one left to stand in his way, Krueger Is set to take over the dream world, but there is one thing he didn't count on. The powers of his most hated enemies have found a new home
inside of the only person to ever escape Freddy's glove.
Maggie was sitting at her desk, thinking. She had killed her father, Freddy Kruger and yet, she felt as if the horrors that she, Tracy, and Doc had went through to kill him were just a prelude to something that was just around the corner.
"I'm tired," she said, "I'm going to bed Tracy."
Tracy looked over the back of the couch and said,
"Ok, but are you sure it's safe?"
"Is what safe?"
"Going to sleep, I know we got him, but I still feel like it's not over."
"I know," said Maggie as she walked up to bed.
Tracy turned around and started to watch the news again. Ever since Maggie offered for her to live with her, she had been watching the midnight news to see if Freddy showed any sings of his return. It had been three years of nothing and by now, Tracy was convinced she was being paranoid. But something in the back of her head told her not to let her guard down.
"And in other news," Tracy jumped up and glued her eyes to the screen, "A local boy was found dead this morning in Springwood (Author's Note: In Freddy's Dead, Springwood is a town that is visited by the characters, not where the action takes place) with four claw like gashes going from his throat to his pelvis. Police are at a loss as to who might have been responsible for this, but they say it might be an imitation of the famous 'Springwood Slasher' murders. We will keep you posted as more information comes in."
Tracy sat there in disbelief, not wanting to believe that Kruger could be back, and wanting to believe that it was just an imitation. She knew though, both in her mind and in her heart that he was back
"Maggie!" she shouted, running up stairs to wake her up.
Maggie however, was far from asleep, she had seen the news on the T.V. in her room and was both shocked, scared, and pissed.
"Maggie," Tracy burst into the room, "He's back Maggie, Freddy's back."
"I know."
"Well what are we going to do?"
"Call Doc, he might know."
As Tracy ran downstairs to call Doc, someone in Hell was laughing to himself.
"Someone forgot to take their drugs last night. Just five more and I'll be able to get back in to the dream world and they'll be able to find me."
He may have lost his dream demons and he may be trapped in hell, but every once in a while, someone would dream about him and he would be able to kill them and take their soul and each time he did this, he would gain a little more of his power back. It had been three years and he had almost gone insane with waiting.
"Oh well, a couple more deaths and I'll regain my power without them."
So that was that, He decided to wait. He wouldn't have to wait long however, for in a town a great deal of miles away from Springwood, a girl named Alice Johnson was saying goodnight to her son Jacob.
"Remember," Alice said, "you're in control."
"I know mom," said a 13-year-old Jacob.
"Ok, night."
"Night."
Jacob was walking down a fairly creepy hallway, shaking as he walked
"This is my dream. I'm in control," he kept saying.
Suddenly, he hears an all to familiar screeching noise, like a steel claw on metal. Jacob whipped around and saw nothing, as he turned around he thought he saw a shadow move.
"I'm in control," he said.
"Are you, piglet?" said a low gritty voice.
Jacob whipped around, nothing he looked up, nothing, he looked to his left, nothing, when he looked to his right, he saw a man wearing black pants, black boots, the infamous red and green sweater, and on top of his burn scarred face was this man's favorite brown, snap-brim fedora.
"I'll ask you again piglet, are you in control."
Jacob looked in to this man's eyes, blood-shot and dry, and let out an ear- piercing scream.
"MOM!"