Summary: Freddy falls in love with a girl who is the only person in Springwood who still believes in him. Springwood begins to spread the fear of Freddy after a college party turns deadly. Some Freddy/Erin sex scenes.
Introduction:
Everyone in Springwood knows about Freddy Krueger. But years later his spirit was gone because everyone had forgotten and once forgotten, there was no more fear, no more nightmares. But anyone who lived on Elm Street knows about the girl who lives in house 1428. All the kids who have been going to school with her since preschool know, from their parents, that Krueger lived in that house.
The girl's name, Erin Grayson.
Chapter One
It was a clear day. Nothing like a Saturday after noon in the fall to sit back in a hammock. The neighbor hood was decently quiet, just a few kids on their bikes. Erin Grayson, a month away from turning twenty and a student at Springwood University, lay in a hammock in her back yard. Her eyes stared at the clouds. The sky was as blue as hers. Her red hair matched the leaves on the trees. And her skin matched the color of the pale sun. Her parents were away on business, so she had the house to herself. She didn't have any friends. Not that it mattered. She had learned to deal with everyone staring at her. Whispering and stuff like that. She lived in house 1428 Elm Street, the home of Springwood's slasher, Fred Krueger. Many of his victims had died in this house as well. As a little girl, Erin had heard whispers of a song: One, Two, Freddy's coming for you. She had sat in the bathtub on night, at age ten, completely obscured by bubbles, singing under her breath, the same ghostly song. She had heard kids, older children, talk about Freddy. They described him as a man with a burned face, dirty red and green sweater, a brown hat and finger knives. Erin of course never told her parents about this, she tried to make Freddy appear by using that image and singing under her breath. There was a death every day, a dozen actually. "How come other people get to see him and I don't?" She asked herself at point or another.
As she stared up at the bright afternoon blue sky, she sang under her breath, "One, Two, Freddy's coming for you...three four, better lock your door...five, six, grab your crucifix...seven, eight, better stay awake...nine, ten, never sleep again". She was the only who believed in Freddy. She didn't know why. Curiosity, that's what she guessed. All of Springwood had forgotten about him, except her, but nobody knew that. Even when she was asleep, he didn't appear or anything. "Maybe he's shy", she thought. Staying out here wasn't that inviting in the first place, she got up from the hammock and went inside. The house wasn't much better but she didn't like the sun very much. She liked being outside but not when the sun was right over her. As she sat down on the couch and turned on the television, she felt a lump underneath one of the couch cushions. She got up and turned the middle cushion over, there was a hat crumpled under the cushion. A brown hat. She picked it up and made it so it wasn't crumpled anymore. "Freddy's hat", She replied. She put the cushion back and sat down. Holding the hat aloof, her fingers touching every inch of it. "Tell me I'm not dreaming", She replied to herself. She pinched the top of her hand. She wasn't dreaming. The top of her hand was red from the pinch mark.