AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapter is relevant in order to establish a storyline. My apologies if it's starts off slow. Hope you enjoy! Thank you for reading!

Chapter 1 - "Moving Back"

Day 1 - November 29th

It was the end of November, and the rain was coming down in buckets as my father pulled the car over and stopped in front of a large white and green house. As I stared at it through the car window, I got a sort of eerie vibe that I couldn't quite explain, but decided to shrug it off. I was exhausted from the long drive.

After a decade away, my father and I were moving back to my hometown of Springwood. Only, I couldn't really seem to recall much about my past... My memories were hazy at best. It was almost like my mind had been wiped clean of all the time I had spent living here as a child. For the life of me, I couldn't remember anyone I used to hang out with, or even what house I used to live in...

My father cut the ignition to the car and stepped out into the pouring rain. He walked up to the house and unlocked the front door before he began to carry in boxes from the vehicle. I sluggishly followed suit and did the same until all our stuff was inside. By then, the both of us were sopping wet from the rain.

"Do you know which box the towels are in? I wanna' hop in the shower..." I asked as I pulled out my pajama pants and a camisole from a box marked, ALEXIS' PERSONAL THINGS.

"Here," my father said while opening a box nearby and handing me a fluffy blue towel.

"Thanks," I replied as I took the towel from him and made my way upstairs. I was walking down the unfamiliar hall when one of the empty rooms suddenly caught my attention. I wandered into the bedroom and saw, to my delight, a conjoined bathroom."Perfect," I said to myself with a smile, and walked into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

As contradictory as it was, the shower did helped with my grogginess, but the warm water also made me feel sleepy. After hopping into my comfy pajamas, I went back downstairs and began to carry a few boxes up to my room. "Pizza sound good to you? 'Cause I found the number to Pizza Hut in the phone book..." my dad asked on one of my trips back downstairs.

"Yeah, that's fine," I replied with a nod as I carried the last of my stuff up to my room and sat down on the bed. It wasn't long before the pizza had arrived, and my dad was calling me downstairs. We ate at the table in the nearly empty kitchen, and had idle chit chat until both of us had our fill of pizza and soda.

"Gonna' have to get up fairly early tomorrow so we can unpack everything and settle back into the neighborhood," my father said on his way to his bedroom that was located down the hallway on the first floor.

"Kay," I replied as I made my way up the stairs to unpack my stuff.

Twenty minutes later, I was just about finished except for one last box. I went to put it on the top shelf of the closet and made a face as I stood on my tip-toes in an attempt to slide the box onto the shelf. But I was having a lot of difficulty. I cursed frustratedly, begrudging my short stature as I stretched my body out as far as I possibly could. CRACK! I gasped in horror as the entire wooden shelf broke free from the closet wall! KABOOM! It all came tumbling down on top of me, including my box and a few other things I hadn't even realized was up there...

I felt a little stupid as I got to my feet and looked down at the mess on the floor. I sighed in frustration and bent down to put all my stuff back in the box when I grabbed an old dusty brown journal that I didn't recognize.

"Huh? This isn't mine?" I said aloud, with furrowed brows. I wiped the thick layer of dust from the cover and opened the small book. Written on the back side of the cover was a name and a street.

Nancy Thompson,
Elm Street.

My heart fluttered as I quickly realized that this was a diary. I climbed into my bed and began to read the aged yellow pages.

"February 4th

Sometimes when I'm lying here in bed I see Glenn in his window
across the way getting ready for bed. His body is slim and smooth. I
know I shouldn't watch him but that part of me that wants him forces
me to. That's when I weaken. That's when I want to go to him."

I automatically looked out the window at the houses across the street. This was weird... When did this Nancy live here, and write about this Glenn guy who apparently lived across the street..? I flipped through a few pages at random.

"March 15th

He comes to me at night... horrible, ugly, and dirty... under the sheets
with me... tearing at my nightgown with his steel claws. His name is
Freddy... and he keeps trying to take me to the boiler room. He wants
to kill me."

My pulse was thudding through my veins and I was suddenly breathing hard. I couldn't believe what I was reading... I didn't know what to think... Had this Freddy guy killed this Nancy girl..? Who was he..? I flipped through a few pages and read another short entry.

"May 22nd

Freddy is very dangerous, but he can only hurt you in your dreams.
Whatever happens in your dreams happens in real life. It's a good
idea to have someone there to wake you up in case of emergency.
Otherwise, you might want to fall asleep with a weapon in your hand.
If all else fails, it might be your only defense."

My mouth was dry as I continued to flip through the pages towards the end of the diary, when I noticed that the handwriting was different...

"That son of a bitch named Freddy was crazy... Always haunted my
dreams... Made the thought of sleep terrifying. He nearly killed me,
but I got the best of him... I found that using any kind of blessed or
holy water seemed to destroy him. At least that's how it appeared.

-Jesse"

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