Freddy Krueger was flying aimlessly in the portal through which Ashley J. Williams had banished him. Three familiar heads circled around him. They were the Dream Demons that had given him his powers forty years earlier. Their appearance reminded him of fish skeletons.
"Are you worthy?" one asked.
"Worthy?" Freddy repeated.
"Of the powers that we gave you," another said.
"Of course I am!"
"We would have thought that one worthy of such power would surely have not been defeated by mere mortals time and time again," the third said.
"I am worthy! I can prove it!"
"How?" one asked.
"Perhaps he can pit himself against other evil beings," the second suggested.
"I get to chose?" Freddy asked.
"Yes," the third said. "But choose those you sincerely believe would be formidable foes. If it proves too easy, then we will strip you of all of your powers on the spot."
"And one of them comes out on top, we shall transfer your powers to that individual!" the first added.
"How do I fight them if I'm trapped?" Freddy asked.
"For now, we shall grant you the ability to traverse time," the second said. "Then you will choose your opponents."
"You choose the who, we choose the when," the third said.
Freddy could feel a tingling sensation. It became so painful that he screamed. He pulled up his red-and-green-striped sweater and saw a face form on his torso. It was the face that was on the cover of Necronomicon Ex-Mortis, the Book of the Dead.
"Let's give this a test run," the second said. "Why don't you search for he who banished you? You cannot kill him, nor can you choose him as an opponent. But you may torment him. You must prove yourself worthy before you get a chance of satisfying revenge against him."
Freddy Kreuger knew immediately to whom the Dream Demon was referring to.
"Ash," Freddy said.
Freddy Krueger closed his eyes to concentrate. He could see what the evil forces of the Necronomicon had seen. He saw a forest in the middle of the night. He felt like he was speeding between the trees of the forest. And then he saw it: a cabin.
