Chapter 1: A Dream?
Nancy Thompson stepped out onto her lighted front porch. After days of constant nightmares, the 15 year old finally looked rested. The dark bags that hung below her large brown eyes faded, leaving her face looking relaxed and radiant. The wind lightly tussled her hair, pulling a few strands out of her hair bow. She lifted her left arm and turned it over, exposing the quarter-shaped burn that she had received from her first nightmare. She had finally defeated the demon that stalked her in her dreams. The one who repeatedly took her to the boiler room, and slithered among the shadows, awaiting to kill her. The one called Freddy Kruguer.
Tears brimmed her eyes as she remembered her friends that he slaughtered. Tina, Rod, and even her boyfriend Glenn, were among those who he heinously erased from this world. When Nancy had brought the bastard into the real world, he stole , yet another soul ; her mom.
"Are you okay, Nancy?" a cheerful voice sounded from behind, jerking Nancy from her thoughts. She turned around to see a face she thought, she'd never see again.
Marge Thompson stepped up beside Nancy, her face twisted up in concern.
Nancy smiled," Yes I'm fine. Are you feeling better?"
Marge stretched out her arms, returning the smile. " Oh I feel like a million bucks. I don't think I've ever slept that good. I think its about time to kick the old habit." She nodded towards the open trash cans, filled with alcohol bottles. She tilted her head and lightly touched Nancy's face with her bright, red fingernails. " Did I keep you up last night? You look a little bit peakish."
Nancy smiled again. " No, I guess I just slept heavy."
A horn blared out onto the quiet street. Nancy turned to see Glenn with Tina and Rod in his red Mustang.
Nancy hoisted her backpack onto her shoulder." Bye mom." She quickly called out as she ran to her friends, not believing her good dream. As she got in, Glenn called out to Marge , " Do you believe this fog?"
Marge crossed her arms and said," Oh, I believe anything is possible."
As Nancy sat in the passenger seat, Tina reached up from behind and grabbed her in an awkward hug. "Looking good girl." She said, giggling, trying to fend off Rod, who was tickling her in the side. Nancy laughed, happy to be back with her friends.
All of a sudden, the folded top of the Mustang snapped shut over them. They all laughed except, Glenn, who looked rather confused. Then the locks turned ,locking them in as the windows rose up.
Nancy shouted," Glenn, cut it out!"
Glenn, who was busy pushing all of the buttons replied," I'm not doing anything!" to demonstrate, he removed his hands from the dashboard.
Nancy turned to her window, almost closed, and began beating on it, calling to her mother.
Marge simply stood there, waving and smiling eerily, watching as the car cranked itself up and began to drive away.
Nancy, still screaming and beating on the window, stopped as she recognized a familiar sight. Three small girls dressed in white, jump roping and singing that haunting tune.
"One, Two, Freddy's coming for you."
Nancy looked back to her mother, in time to see a familiar red and green stripped arm smash through the window on the door. Nancy screamed as it grabbed a thrashing Marge and pulled her roughly through the small opening.
Nancy turned to look at Glenn, but screamed again.
Freddy Kruguer tossed his head back and laughed that cold, sinister laugh. Nancy sat there and gaped at the evil being she thought, she destroyed. There he was, the same filthy red and green stripped sweater, the tattered brown fedora, the hideously burnt face, and the horrible glove with bloody razors on each finger. Freddy turned and leered at the shocked expression on her face.
Nancy shook her head and got her voice back. " I killed you, you sick bastard!"
Freddy's twisted grin grew wider, his left hand slowly guiding the wheel. His cold, blue eyes gripped Nancy in an almost trance. He slowly dragged his horrible knives across the dashboard, slicing through the hard material.
Nancy edged away until her back was pressed up against the window, trying to avoid the peril.
Freddy chuckled, as he swiftly jerked his glove from the dashboard and pointed the index blade at her. Although Nancy was cornered, her face was hardened in a grim expression. Freddy sneered as he growled," Know this, bitch! I'm here to stay!" Just ask your friends." He chuckled sinisterly as he pointed his blade to the back seats.
Nancy, not wanting to look, turned her head, and screamed. Her once cheerful friends were decaying zombies! Tina had four deep cuts slashed into her chest, blood leaking all down her front. Rod was ghastly pale, a red ring circled his neck, a vacant look in his eyes as saliva dripped from his lips. Glenn, who was sitting to the far right, was the worst of all. One of his eyes was precariously hanging out of its socket, slashes were visible in just about every inch of his body and one of his arms was twisted in an awkward position, as if broken. He raised his bloody arms towards Nancy, his eyes changed to a piercing blue.
"Nancy........" Freddy's voice growled from Glenn's body. " How bout a kiss?"
Nancy pushed his arms away from her, his blood covered her hands.
"Glen" smirked. " What's wrong , Nancy?" Don't you love me anymore?"
Nancy turned to look at the driver's seat and gasped. Freddy was gone. The car began bouncing over something. Nancy quickly crawled over to the driver's seat and grabbed the wheel. As her sweating palms tried to guide the wheel, she looked through the windshield. They were no longer in Elmstreet, but a vast desert, with large sand dunes.
Freddy' laugh filled the vehicle. Nancy quickly turned her head , while trying to avoid hitting one of the sand dunes. Freddy sat in the passenger seat, his legs propped up on the slashed dashboard. He turned to Nancy, giving her a sinister leer.
" The first rule of driving is to always wear a seatbelt." He growled as he waved his glove.
Nancy turned the wheel to the right, barely missing a sand dune that materialized before her. Freddy laughed as the seat belt, which hung limply beside Nancy, came to life. Nancy screamed as the seat belt, now, black, charred and speckled with blood wound itself around her waist tightly. She struggled to keep her hands on the wheel as the "seat belt" began to grow, winding around her shoulders, jerking her hands from the steering wheel. Nancy struggled to free herself as the belt continued to wind around her and the seat, pinning her there.
Nancy looked forward as the car began to drive itself, precariously missing sand dunes. Nancy, now really pissed, turns to Freddy and glares at him.
"Let me go, you son of a bitch!" She yelled.
Freddy laughed insanely." The second rule of driving is to keep your eyes on the road, bitch!" With that he calmly pointed forward with one of his blades.
Nancy turned and screamed. The "vast" desert was about to end! There, laying about 50 yards away was the horizon where the desert drops off to a very steep cliff. Nancy struggled to free herself from her bindings. But as if in reply, the seat belt tightened its grip on her. Nancy looked down and gasped. The gas medal was being pushed down by an invisible force. As the car jolted forward with more speed, Nancy struggled to move her foot to the brake. The car was speeding to the edge. The cliff lay about twenty yards away. Nancy strained to get her foot on the break. 15 yards away and closing. With that Freddy lifted his feet off the dashboard and leaned in to whisper in Nancy's ear.
" The third rule of driving is: Never Drive with Freddy!" He tossed back his head and laughed.
Nancy screamed as the car went over the edge, soaring for about twenty feet before plummeting down. Nancy's eyes widened as she saw the ground about a hundred feet below her. No more sand of the desert, but large jagged rocks awaited to meet the car and pierce right through the painted metal.
Nancy closed her eyes, trying to ignore Freddy's laughter and declining car.
" It's only a dream!" she screamed, not daring to open her eyes. Beside her, she could still hear Freddy's laughter.
"IT'S ONLY A DREAM!!!!!!" she screamed defiantly.
Nancy jolted up, awakening from her dream. She sat up in her bed, caustiously looking about. Her pajamas clung to her skin, her hair matted to her head and sweat glistened off her skin. She was still in shock over what just happened.
She turned her head towards the door when she overheard distant footsteps coming up the stair. Her bedroom door swung open and in walked Donald Thompson.
He was tall with very masculine features, such as a sturdy figure, a hard set face and hard piercing eyes. He walked over to her, noticing her shocked expression.
"Nancy? What the hell happened?" I heard you screaming." He said standing before her.
Nancy looking down and thinking hard said," Nothing Dad, I just had a bad dream."
She looked up to see her dad's face soften. He sat down beside her and patted her knee.
" I'm sorry I yelled at you. I have no right after what you've been through." I know you've been going through a rough time." I want to help you." He said sincerely.
Nancy looked up at him. She leaned over and hugged him. As he began to hug her back the phone rang. He stood up abrubtly to go answer it since Nancy broke hers.
As Nancy heard her father talking, she pondered her dream.
I don't understand, she thought to herself. I defeated him, didn't I?