Purple clouds rolled across the night sky, blanketing Springwood under a
sheet of darkness, something not unheard of in that little town. They
seemed to form a barrier over the quiet citizens of Springwood, covering
their normal days and horrific nights from the rest of the world...
On a late night when everyone should have been at home at least attempting to find a peaceful state of sleep after all of the parties, there were four lost souls who would attempt to find a different kind of solace this Halloween.
Derek Summers flicked his cigarette away and gazed up at the dilapidated house that he and his small group of friends stood in front of, a crackle of thunder shaking them from their trance. He adjusted his spiked necklace nervously as he once again read the house address.
1428 Elm St.
"I can't believe we're actually going to do this," squealed a girl next to him.
"Shut up Ashley, I need to think," snapped Derrick.
"Fine," pouted Ashley, flipping her long black hair over her shoulder. "Wow, I wonder if he's actually in there."
As if to answer her question, another thunderclap rolled across the sky.
"Of course he's in there," whispered the other girl next to Ashely. "Oh, God, I can't wait."
Derrick lit another cigarette and shook his head in amazement.
"Damn Sarah, I still can't believe how obsessed you are with this guy."
Sarah shuddered slightly in anticipation as she applied a fresh coat of crimson lipstick. She had to look good for Freddy.
"Mmm, I know," she purred.
The people of Springwood were very leery of her, especially those who knew of her "interest" in Freddy Krueger, and kept their distance from her. They feared that the Nightmare Stalker himself had some sort of sick control over her.
"Hey, where the fuck is that anal-retentive, piece-of-shit pansy boy at!?" growled Derrick.
He stalked around the front yard momentarily until he found their fourth companion cowering in the bushes, rustling branches and dry leaves giving away his position.
"Why you little bitch," snarled Derrick. "Were you gonna run off??? Were you??? Huh???"
Kenny slowly got out of the bushes, still shivering as he looked past his angry acquaintance towards the dark house as a shutter slapped haplessly against a window due to the harsh wind.
"We can't g.. go in there," stuttered Derrick.
"And why the hell not??" snapped Sarah.
Kenny twitched as he continued.
"Because... Freddy, Freddy took me to the boiler room last night," said Kenny, nearly sobbing. "That bastard just loves to torture me, damn him!"
"Probably because it's so fuckin' easy," growled Derrick. "Now come on we're going in!"
"N, No, he'll kill all of us!"
Derrick rolled his eyes before slugging Kenny square in the jaw, sending him crashing to the ground. The girls giggled at the site.
"I don't think Freddy will feel like killing anyone after he gets what one of us has to offer him," snickered Derrick, pointing towards Sarah. "And after she does her thing he should be more than willing to do us the favor of taking out all of those pricks at school and work who give us shit."
Rubbing his swollen jaw, Kenny looked over at Sarah. She was indeed an attractive and erotic site to behold. She had her silky dark hair all done up complete with black lipstick and eye shadow. Her peaches-and-cream toned skin was perfectly complemented by her black catsuit costume that paid homage to her curvaceous, perfectly shaped body. She was indeed delectable.
Kenny slowly got up, now seething with rage but it was not directed towards Derrick.
"Yeah, yeah those fucks are gonna pay when we get Freddy after them," he stated. "No one's gonna fuck with us ever again... they're gonna PAY!"
"Okay calm down," said Derrick. "Let's go do this."
Sarah sighed lovingly, the thought of meeting the source of her fixation already sending chills up and down her spine.
The four teens steadily approached their destination, more lightening illuminating their surroundings with a pale eerie glow. None of them though could shake the feeling that the house was somehow beckoning them, opening up to swallow them all into the darkest corner of Elm Street.
Ashley suddenly shivered, hoping her ears were playing tricks on her.
"Hey guys... I heard someone... laughing at us."
On a late night when everyone should have been at home at least attempting to find a peaceful state of sleep after all of the parties, there were four lost souls who would attempt to find a different kind of solace this Halloween.
Derek Summers flicked his cigarette away and gazed up at the dilapidated house that he and his small group of friends stood in front of, a crackle of thunder shaking them from their trance. He adjusted his spiked necklace nervously as he once again read the house address.
1428 Elm St.
"I can't believe we're actually going to do this," squealed a girl next to him.
"Shut up Ashley, I need to think," snapped Derrick.
"Fine," pouted Ashley, flipping her long black hair over her shoulder. "Wow, I wonder if he's actually in there."
As if to answer her question, another thunderclap rolled across the sky.
"Of course he's in there," whispered the other girl next to Ashely. "Oh, God, I can't wait."
Derrick lit another cigarette and shook his head in amazement.
"Damn Sarah, I still can't believe how obsessed you are with this guy."
Sarah shuddered slightly in anticipation as she applied a fresh coat of crimson lipstick. She had to look good for Freddy.
"Mmm, I know," she purred.
The people of Springwood were very leery of her, especially those who knew of her "interest" in Freddy Krueger, and kept their distance from her. They feared that the Nightmare Stalker himself had some sort of sick control over her.
"Hey, where the fuck is that anal-retentive, piece-of-shit pansy boy at!?" growled Derrick.
He stalked around the front yard momentarily until he found their fourth companion cowering in the bushes, rustling branches and dry leaves giving away his position.
"Why you little bitch," snarled Derrick. "Were you gonna run off??? Were you??? Huh???"
Kenny slowly got out of the bushes, still shivering as he looked past his angry acquaintance towards the dark house as a shutter slapped haplessly against a window due to the harsh wind.
"We can't g.. go in there," stuttered Derrick.
"And why the hell not??" snapped Sarah.
Kenny twitched as he continued.
"Because... Freddy, Freddy took me to the boiler room last night," said Kenny, nearly sobbing. "That bastard just loves to torture me, damn him!"
"Probably because it's so fuckin' easy," growled Derrick. "Now come on we're going in!"
"N, No, he'll kill all of us!"
Derrick rolled his eyes before slugging Kenny square in the jaw, sending him crashing to the ground. The girls giggled at the site.
"I don't think Freddy will feel like killing anyone after he gets what one of us has to offer him," snickered Derrick, pointing towards Sarah. "And after she does her thing he should be more than willing to do us the favor of taking out all of those pricks at school and work who give us shit."
Rubbing his swollen jaw, Kenny looked over at Sarah. She was indeed an attractive and erotic site to behold. She had her silky dark hair all done up complete with black lipstick and eye shadow. Her peaches-and-cream toned skin was perfectly complemented by her black catsuit costume that paid homage to her curvaceous, perfectly shaped body. She was indeed delectable.
Kenny slowly got up, now seething with rage but it was not directed towards Derrick.
"Yeah, yeah those fucks are gonna pay when we get Freddy after them," he stated. "No one's gonna fuck with us ever again... they're gonna PAY!"
"Okay calm down," said Derrick. "Let's go do this."
Sarah sighed lovingly, the thought of meeting the source of her fixation already sending chills up and down her spine.
The four teens steadily approached their destination, more lightening illuminating their surroundings with a pale eerie glow. None of them though could shake the feeling that the house was somehow beckoning them, opening up to swallow them all into the darkest corner of Elm Street.
Ashley suddenly shivered, hoping her ears were playing tricks on her.
"Hey guys... I heard someone... laughing at us."