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CHAPTER I – Welcome to Springwood

"Charlotte Baines?"

A senior teenager raised her head as she was called. Charlotte, or Charli, had moved to Springwood, Ohio at the beginning of summer vacation, shortly after her grandmother, Faye, had recently passed away. Her grandpa, Noel, had passed on years earlier, so Charli assumed that Faye had been lonely in her final years, since Charli's family could only make the time during the holidays to visit her. Right now, the teen had been waiting in Springwood High's main office to get registered into the school.

Standing up, she approached the one who called her, a middle-aged man whose presence was slightly foreboding. "I'm Charlotte?"

He held out his hand, shaking hers as he introduced himself. "I'm Keith Langston, vice-principal. Did you fill out the paperwork already?" She nodded. "Well, if you like, I can show you around."

"Sure."

"When did you move to Springwood?" he asked, leading her out of the office as she kept pace with him.

"Just a couple months ago."

"Must be very strange living in a new town."

The girl barely shrugged, glancing into some classrooms. "Not really. I've been in town before when I visited my grandmother."

Langston sobered his friendliness a bit. "Yes, I've heard about Mrs. Baines. She was a wonderful woman. This way..." he gestured down the hall.

The vice-principal gave her the grand tour, and once that was over with, she left to go home. Luckily the house was at walking distance, though it would take fifteen minutes. Despite having told Langston otherwise, it was strange to her. It wasn't the fact she was living in a different town, she was somewhat familiar with this place, it was the fact that her grandmother Faye wasn't here anymore. Upon hearing the news, Charli cried at random intervals for two weeks. It shouldn't have been a surprise, but she still didn't see it coming. It felt even more weird that she and her family would be staying there from now on.

The trees were thick and green, the houses well kept, the streets clean. It was a picturesque suburban neighbourhood. Right now, kids were playing hockey in the street or dancing through sprinklers. For Charli though, she didn't have any friends here. Even back home she barely had any friends. Most people thought she was weird because she had a gift that she inherited from grandma Faye. Occasionally she just knew things without being told or shown, which weirded out most people, and sometimes she would leave a room or distance herself from certain people because she felt something wrong. Because of such senses, she felt confused living on Elm Street.

Charli walked up to her house, opening the white picket gate which snapped closed behind her. Her mother, Claire, was sitting before the flower bed in the front yard next to the low steps, putting in new flowers. Arching a brow, Charli walked up behind her.

"Don't you think it's a little late in the year to be doing that? It'll be fall soon, mom."

"Hey, Charlotte," the woman greeted, wiping her head with her forearm. "I just didn't want to leave this soil empty until winter. It already looked barren. How was registration?"

"Fine. Dad working?"

"Yeah, he's in the office right now. Oh, um, if you could, would you please make something to eat for your sister?"

"Where is she?"

"She's in her room watching TV."

Charli nodded, going up the steps and through the red door, closing it behind her. She went up two flights of stairs, as the second set led to the finished attic, her bedroom, the ceiling arched but high with posters plastered all over them. Her double bed lied sideways at the only window in the room, covered in a dozen colourful pillows and thick blankets. She fell onto it, just lying there face down. It wasn't like there wasn't enough bedrooms in the house, it was just she wanted to be left alone a good portion of her time. Plus her dad needed an office, and the basement wasn't ideal. It also gave her good memories of when she would come up here with Faye to listen to her stories and play pretend.

She got up with a sigh, heading back down to the second floor to look for her sister in her room. Sure enough, five-year old Gabrielle, or Gabby, sat in a beanbag chair before a television watching her favourite cartoons.

"Gabby," Charli called out loudly enough to catch her attention.

The little girl looked over. "Hi, Charli."

"What do you want to eat for lunch?"

"McDonald's!" she cheered excitedly.

Charli rolled her eyes. "Okay, what about what's actually inside the house?"

"If you get McDonald's and bring it back, it'll be inside the house."

Charli smirked, amused. "Smarty pants. I just got back by walking, I'm not going to walk all the way to town just to get you McDonald's." Gabby pouted. "No. Stop. Stop it. I'm not falling for it." The younger sibling continued to persist, trying her utmost best to appear irresistible and adorable. "It's still no."

"Aw, why not?"

"Because mom told me to make you lunch, not buy it." See? She could be a smartass too.

"Poo!" she declared in defeat.

"Maybe tomorrow," Charli began, seeing the girl instantly perk up. "If you're good," she added firmly. This seemed to satisfy Gabby as she deflated in her seat and smiled. "Now, what do you want?"

After an uneventful afternoon, Claire finally came in to clean up and start dinner and soon everyone sat at the square table in the kitchen. Mason Baines took his time chewing his current mouthful, then swallowing before asking, "How was registration?"

"Uneventful," Charli replied.

"Only a week til you start school, right?" She nodded. "You going to look for a job before then?"

"My resume is written up. So I'll start in the morning, and if I can't get one before school starts, I'll look on the weekend." He nodded, satisfied. "Tomorrow I'll be coming back to take Gabby out for lunch, so I'll need the car."

"That's fine. After lunch, could you drop off a few things for me at the post office?"

"Okay."

It was always like this, the robotic responses between father and elder daughter. To be perfectly honest, she wasn't interested in applying for any part time job. Part of her feared she'd be stuck there forever the moment she was hired. She only agreed to it because one, she needed money of her own, and two, it kept her parents docile. Her mom always told her she didn't spend enough time outside and that she needed to meet people, make friends, that sort of thing. What her mother didn't understand was how difficult that was for Charli. Not only did she drive people away with her weirdness, she was an introvert by nature. Everyone else in her family was outgoing, so she ended up being a bit of a black sheep. Well, Gabby was still young, so there was still a chance of her little sister being like her. Surprisingly, Gabby wasn't the typical annoying younger sibling. She seemed attentive to Charli's boundaries, so Charli was never less than attentive right back.

Charli washed the dishes afterwards before heading upstairs to run a bath, throwing her clothes in on the floor before looking in the mirror. Not only did she act strange, but to some, she looked strange. Her skin was so light, it would have been mistaken as white in contrast to her dark chocolate brown hair, having been styled to a layered and shaggy-like cut, the slight waves barely reaching her chin in the front with side swept bangs, and slightly longer in the back, covering her neck. Her eyes were just as dark as her hair, an oval face, a perfectly sized and straight nose, and slightly small mouth. The rest of herself, with her pale skin, her thin physique could have her mistaken as a skeleton, though no bones showed through thankfully, having just enough meat on her to look human still. But that didn't stop people at her old school from making fun of her and calling her Charli Bones.

Pinning up her hair, she was about to step into the tub when there was a knock on the door. "Charlotte?" It was her mother. "Gabby needs to go to bed soon, but I need to have her bathed first. Do you think you could hold off for about half an hour?"

Charli quickly grabbed and wrapped a towel around herself. "Just let her in mom. I'll let her bathe with me."

Opening the door, Gabby was pushed inside, as Charli crouched down to undress her. The two sisters looked very much alike with some minors differences. Gabby's dark hair was longer with straight bangs, and her body had more pink to her skin as well as her baby fat typical of a five-year old. While Charli's eyes were dark, Gabby's were light blue. Charli let her sister in the tub first then climbed in herself, laying back.

"Charli, is school hard?" she asked innocently.

"For some people it is. You're only going to kindergarten though, so it'll be like daycare. It's almost play time, all the time, and snack time...and naps."

"Is it hard for you?"

"Not really."

"Mommy and daddy said it's your last year. Does that mean you'll be done school forever?"

"Not necessarily. Mom and dad are pushing me to go to an advanced school called college. Which could take me a few years to stay at."

The little girl was silent for a moment. Sadly, she asked, "If you're done school, does that mean you'll leave?"

Charli's resting eyes blinked open in surprise at her little sister. "Where did that come from?" Seeing the pitiful look on her face, she sighed. "There's a local university in Springwood, Gabby. At best, you get to keep me around for five more years, maybe more depending on what I'm studying."

The girl perked up. "Really?!"

"Yes, really! Now lean your head back so I can wash your ridiculously thick hair."

The week passed and buses were pulling up to Springwood High as Charli walked onto the lot, moving along with the crowd into the school to find her locker. Some people greeted each other in familiarity, some stared at her in genuine curiosity at a new face. A town was a town, even Springwood. Having already picked up her schedule and locker number with combination, she turned the dial until it opened, grabbing some things from her canvas messenger bag to personalize it a bit, particularly sticking a magnet photo of her grandmother and another of her baby sister.

She reached her first class, being Science, sitting at the back of the class closest to the window, as she made a habit of looking outside whenever possible. Students piled in, looking at her then taking their seats on the stools at the counters. Obviously those who were friends tried sticking together, and as a pattern recognized and followed, those that appeared to avoid being noticed sat closer to the back. This led one girl, who was into a goth-punk trend, to sit next to her.

Charli slipped her rectangular frames back up her nose as the teacher walked in with a cart holding stacks of the same text book. "Alright everyone, I'm Mr. Saratsiotis. Or, Mr. S, if that's easier. Welcome to your first day back. I'm sure most of you know each other already, but just humour me when I call your name. Stand, introduce yourself, tell everyone a little bit about yourself, then kindly take a seat and wait for others to finish." He looked at the attendance sheet before calling out, "Charlotte Baines?"

Being called first made the brunette jolt in her seat in surprise. Though it shouldn't have been since logic would dictate that the list was in alphabetical order. Almost shakily, she stood as everyone turned to stare at her expectantly. "Hi," she murmured uncomfortably. "I'm...I'm Charli. I'm kind of new, since I just moved here a couple of months ago. My grandmother used to live here, and I would visit, so I sort of know Springwood a little bit." She thought for a moment, then just sat down.

The students turned their heads towards the front as Saratsiotis pursed his mouth a little in thought. "Well, Charli, welcome. I hope you enjoy it here, and everyone try to make her feel welcome. Thank you." He called the next name on the list.

At lunch, Charli got her lunch from the servers and went to sit alone at an empty table, taking out the homework she already received as she ate. Five minutes went by without a hitch until she felt eyes on her, and she looked up to lock gazes with the girl from science class. She was sitting right across the table from her, and somehow she had been so focused in her school work that she hadn't noticed. This allowed her a better look at her fellow classmate, gauging her. Her hair was long, with thin braids here and there, straight, and obviously dyed the darkest black one could obtain when it came to dye, her eyes a light blue, light skin, and possibly taller, bustier, and more shapely, in a nice way, than Charli. She was wearing dark makeup, and black nail polish. As they stared at each other, Charli felt the girl was also sizing her up.

Suddenly she spoke with a slight rasp to her voice, sounding very much like a woman just waking up after having sex. "Charli, right?" She nodded. "I have a few questions for you." Charli just sat there, staring blankly at the girl. "What's your clique?"

"I don't have one."

"Thoughts on sports."

"I don't care for sports. I prefer recreational swimming."

"Family issues."

"We all have them in one form or another."

"People."

"I avoid most."

"Want to sit with us outcasts?" she asked in finality, nodding her head in the direction of her table. The brunette considered, then nodded, and her interrogator stood from the bench as Charli gathered her things to follow. "I'm Eva Daly, by the way."

"Charli Baines."

"Cool. And these losers," she began as she approached a table that had two others, boys, situated there, "are Nicholas, or Nick, and Logan."

The one she pointed to as Nicholas was a tall lad with thick rectangular framed glasses with short brown hair and light blue eyes. He looked up from his book at Charli and smiled shyly. Logan was also tall and had an athletic build, making him slightly bulkier than the scrawny Nick. His hair was darker and longer, framing his face and slightly narrowed brown eyes, making him appear as though he wore a scowl on his visage. With his modern leather black jacket, and his rigid posture as he leaned over the table, instantly had Charli mentally label this guy as a typical lone wolf type guy, or modern greaser, only with a different style of jacket and excluding that classic pompadour.

"Guys, this is Charli. She's new and shit," Eva introduced.

As Charli sat down with them, Nick asked, "Where are you from originally?"

"Columbus," she stated.

"Okay! Enough questions, I'm sure Miss New Girl doesn't want to be bored early on with typical where are you from questions, and all the oohs and aahs she'll get just by being new in town." Eva sat on the tabletop. "First thing is always first, and that's to get her situated with the ins and outs of boring old Springwood. You'll want to avoid them, them, them, and especially them," she ranted onward, pointing to groups. "They're assholes."

"And you're a bitch, so what's the difference between you and them," Logan spoke up derisively.

"They prey on people like us and manipulate those they deem pathetic, while I'm only a bitch for the sake of being a bitch so that they know I can't be pushed around and they can't push anybody else around. Also, I only manipulate assholes that deserve it. Anyway," she paused, taking out a cigarette, putting it in her mouth but not lighting it, "they're a bunch of mama boys and daddy's princesses, so they'll act spoiled thinking they're entitled to everything."

"Not all of them are like that," Nick pointed out almost determinedly.

"Okay, okay, there are exceptions," she amended dismissively. "Anyway, us three, and some others are basically a Motley Crew so to speak. As soon as I saw you, somehow you struck me as the kind of person who'd fit in with us. So let me be the first to say, welcome to the band."

"I hope you don't mean that literally in musical terms. I'm terrible with instruments," Charli commented, earning a slight smirk from Eva.

"I wouldn't worry. The only person here who's band camp material is Nick."

"Hey!"

"Anyway, if you've got some contact information, we can hang out and shit. I'll give you mine after I go have a smoke." Practically leaping off the table, she left through a door in the back of the cafeteria to the designated smoking area.

"Very assertive, isn't she?" Charli commented.

Nicholas smiled. "She was like that was us too. It's a bit contradicting that we're a group of loners, but somehow it works." She returned the smile, seeing the irony. "There's always at least one group like that in every school, I've noticed." He cleared his throat. "So, where did you move to?"

She shrugged slightly. "I moved into my paternal grandparents house after my grandmother died. It's located on Elm Street."

"No way! If it's the same house I'm thinking of, I actually live right around the corner on Almont Ave. Do you walk?" She nodded. "If you want, we could walk together after school."

Charli smiled a little, slightly surprised. "Sure." And like that, he seemed to regain some of his breath as though he'd been holding it in anticipation.

The final bell rang, students almost instantly flowing into the halls on cue as though a race pistol had gone off. Luckily it seemed as though Charli shared her final class of the day with Nick, being English Studies, so meeting up wasn't difficult. Eva and Logan also lived close by to the school but on further streets, so they tagged along as well.

"Elm Street, huh?" Eva murmured. "Hey Charli, did you see that creepy house on that street? The one that was condemned?"

The brunette thought about it, remembering a decrepit looking one-storey American home that looked like a horror version of a house that you'd see in the fifties era. "On the end of the street? Yeah." She made a point to avoid the house at all costs because it always gave her a strong sense of foreboding like something really bad happened there once. "What about it?"

"Well, I don't know if your grandmother told you about the rumours surrounding the house. Apparently, until about fifty years ago, the guy who lived there was a serial killer."

"Not this shit again," Logan sighed out, clearly annoyed. "It's a rumour, Evangeline. Don't fill her head with your bullshit."

"Shut up, dick. Besides, she's gonna hear about it eventually at any rate. Anyway," she emphasized impatiently, continuing, "so get this, this guy killed a bunch of kids, but he was caught after he killed his wife. The case and the judge became famous, and the lawyers got fat, but apparently he was let go."

Charli burrowed her brow, pausing in her stride. "Technicality?"

The other three stopped. Surprised, Eva confirmed her suspicion, "Yeah... How did you know that?"

Without realizing she said it out loud before it was too late, she quickly amended the awkward silence. "I didn't. I just guessed." It was neither a lie nor was it the truth. "Seems odd that they would let the guy go. Everybody was convinced it was him, right?"

Content with her answer and none the wiser, Eva rattled on, "Yeah, all the evidence pointed to him, considering he had what some would call a trophy room in the basement of his house. Guy had newspaper clippings of the kids he kidnapped and killed. But he didn't kill them there. Apparently he brought them to his workplace and burned their bodies after he was done torturing them to death."

The thought of it brought a shudder through Charli as Logan cursed in annoyance, "Dammit Eva. Nobody wants to hear about that."

"Oh c'mon, it's fascinating learning about mythical serial killers. So I can't help it if I don't have a little tact when talking about it."

Nick leaned over to explain quietly, "She's into the supernatural and such, so she's trying to become a paranormal investigator."

She nodded in understanding. "So," she began hesitantly, catching Eva's attention, "what happened to him?"

"Well, after he was let go, he disappeared. That's not the weird part though. Nearly twenty years later, teenagers that lived on Elm Street started dying in their sleep, having sustained wounds that matched the glove he used to torture the kids with. Oddly enough, I found plenty of papers that talked about it, but the guy's name and face was always redacted. Blacked out. Apparently this guy left a huge black mark in Springwood history, so they erased his identity."

That fact alone made Charli all the more uneasy about the house on the end of Elm Street...

A/N: Yes, I know, for any of my followers, I'm a completely terrible person. I should be working on my other stories and not posting a new one. I'm very, very, very sorry! But I hadn't been in the mood to write them. Instead, I got on a Nightmare on Elm Street/Friday the 13th/Halloween kick, and it is really persistent. For the longest time, I had never seen the Halloween or Friday the 13th movies until recently (earlier this year and last year). Freddy is still in first place for me, and I had never been interested in Jason. Michael is a lot more interesting to me than Jason. I hated Season of the Witch. It was a terrible non-sequel of the Halloween series. Never watching it again.

Anyway, this story will be a crossover/classic and remake mash-up/alternate universe fanfic of the NoES, Halloween, and F13 series. I'm not listing it as a crossover in the site's database, partly because, how often do people actually go looking for crossovers? I don't normally. I wanted it in the main list. It will contain elements from the movies, but as I said before, it's an alternate universe. Anyway, please leave a review and give me your thoughts on the story so far. Thanks a bunch!