A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET: HALLOWS EVE
CHAPTER 1: The First Death
"A party at 1428 Elm Street? Isn't that the house where all of those kids started dying in their sleep?" an attractive teenage girl told her friend, who was passing out flyers advertising a Halloween party at her 20 year old sister's house.
"Yeah, it's gonna be awesome! Are you coming?" the girl's friend answered.
"Of course Karen, I wouldn't miss it for the world!" the girl answered.
"Thanks Anna!" Karen replied in a grateful voice.
The two girls walked inside the school building they were in front of, ready for the day.
An hour later, in history, a boy named Frank Esponade sat with his head against the table, the monotone voice of the teacher combined with the boring subject made everyone sleepy. He thought of the invitation he had gotten from Karen Davis for a Halloween party at 1428 Elm Street, a reputedly haunted house. Even though the adults of Springwood had attempted to cover it up everyone still found out about the murders.
He couldn't wait for the party, but not because he wanted to go to a haunted house or even because he liked Halloween, it was because of Karen. He had a crush on her since first grade, but he was a shy boy and had never come out and said it. He was very chubby as well.
He closed his eyes, thinking how much fun the party could be.
Suddenly he heard a crack on the desk in front of him. He opened his eyes and found the teacher staring at him, a ruler in his hand.
"What, may I ask, were we talking about, Mr. Esponade?" the teacher asked.
"I, I, I don't know" Frank mumbled.
"We were talking about ancient nursery rhymes, now can you complete this one, Mr. Esponade, 'One, two, Freddy's coming for you…"
Frank had no idea what this poem was; he had never heard it before.
"Three, four, better lock your door…" the teacher continued, the whole class was now singing along with him, they all pronounced each syllable by itself, "Five, six, grab your crucifix… Seven, eight, gonna stay awake…"
"I don't know, I've never heard it before" Frank said, a bit creeped out by the whole class singing the creepy poem.
The teacher raised his hand, which now had a glove with long knives for fingers, and when Frank looked back up into the teacher's face a new man was there, one with horribly burnt skin and a red and green sweater on.
"Nine, ten, never sleep again…" the man said, running his knife-fingers across Frank's desk, making a horrible grating noise, he had a sickening smile across his burnt face. The rest of the class had just vanished.
Frank cringed back from the man, trying to get up but found he couldn't move the chair away from the desk or get up.
"Die, fat boy!" the man yelled, raising his clawed hand and stabbing his knife-fingers into Frank's throat.
Frank gargled a bit; choking on his own blood, then fell onto the desk in front of him, twitching. The man laughed maniacally as the boy bled in front of him. Somewhere in the distance a little girl was singing, "One, two, Freddy's coming for you… Three, four, better lock your door…"
The teacher was explaining how the American Revolution was won and saw Frank sleeping on his desk. He walked over and snapped his trademark ruler down in front of his hand. When he didn't wake up he grabbed his shoulder firmly and shook him a bit.
"Wake up, Mr. Esponade" the teacher snapped.
Frank rolled over, and the teacher jumped back in shock and horror. Frank's neck had four holes in it and blood was pouring from his wounds. Some of the kids screamed and some even got up and ran from the room.
"I can't believe this happened, who would want to kill Frank?" Karen said to Anna, her best friend, that afternoon.
The police had blocked off the school and all of the students had been questioned carefully. Frank had been found by Mr. Kingston, the history teacher. He was sleeping in class; no one could have killed him without someone seeing.
They were aloud to go home, and Karen and Anna had their backpacks slung over one shoulder. They set off down the path, towards their houses. They lived in the same street.
They walked past a small park area where a little girl was skipping rope and singing, "One, two, Freddy's coming for you…"
Karen shuddered, "That song is creeping me out."
"Me too, especially after what just happened…" Anna said to Karen.
When the girl's reached an intersection they parted ways, Anna heading to the right and Karen continuing forward.
As she walked down the street she looked to her right, and there was the same little girl, in the same white dress, singing the same creepy song while skipping rope.
"Three, four, better lock your door…" the little girl sang.
Karen walked faster, getting creeped out by that song and the girl. Just a few seconds later she saw the girl again, on someone's lawn.
"Five, six, grab your crucifix…"
Karen started to run, every few seconds to her right on someone's lawn was the little girl.
"Seven, eight, gonna stay up late…"
Karen sprinted up to her door and turned around. There were no little girls, anywhere. There was only the old man from across the road watering his lawn.
Karen stood on her porch, panting and feeling stupid.
I just imagined it, after Frank's death I was a little rattled, that's all. Or I'm going crazy… She wondered.
She opened the door and walked into her house. Her parent's hugged her immediately and said how glad they were that she was alright, they must have already heard of the murder.
That night she laid thrashing in her bed, haunted by the image of the little girl, skipping endlessly. She heard the last of the song as well.
"Nine, ten, never sleep again…"
Straight after the song finished a long, ragged laugh emitted from apparently nowhere, and suddenly the girl turned into man in a dirty red and green sweater, a glove on his right hand had knife-fingers.
"Karen…" the man called to her.
Suddenly the background of a grassy area changed, into a large boiler room, where everything was bathed in a red glow. Karen felt the heat surrounding her. Then she heard a long screeee from somewhere in the bowls of the room. Suddenly it emitted from just around the corner. She screamed and fell backwards as the man came from around the corner, his knife-fingers grazing along the steel walls creating that sickening screeing sound. He walked slowly towards her, and when she looked behind herself she realized she was trapped as there was a large wall of pipes behind her. She continued to crawl backwards from the man as he walked closer.
"Who are you?" she screamed at him.
"Why, I'm Freddy Krueger, your worst nightmare!" the man replied.
She backed up further and felt her elbow press against the burning hot pipe. And it hurt, it actually hurt.
She sprung up to a sitting position, drenched with sweat.
She turned on her lamp just so she could be sure she was back in her own house. She was, so she clicked it off and lay back down with a relieved sigh.
Suddenly she felt a stinging pain pass through her elbow, and she sprung back up, switching on the light.
She was burned on her elbow, a big mark where she had been burned in her dream.
Something was seriously wrong. And this man, Freddy Krueger, had something to do with it…