Six Months Ago:

Her hair had lengthened out, still looking wiry and astray. Her wondering eyes sensed reasonable consciousness, yet her mind continued to gape into a mild delirium. It hadn't been her fault. The entire thing seemed to be an act of God and the wiliness to live or not, nothing else caused it. But she feared horribly that something else did.

His name was Bailey Dunstan, and he was only 10 years old. Having come in after a monstrous car accident on the main highway had sent him into a lapsed coma for six days as well as resulting in disturbing convulsions and spasms once he rejoined the waking world. The incident had happened only two days after he awoke, after he had shown promising efforts of recuperation.

Karen Morgan shared the night shift with three other nurses and only one doctor on staff. The hospital wasn't even worthy of being called a hospital, it was only a two floor building that was run by a mediocre amount of staff that were just emerging from colleges or in the pre-stages of retirement. She had been working here as an assistant, studying more or less under the terms of psychology than rather surgical doctrine use. Still she always offered her hand in a time of crisis.

This night hadn't been any different.

Perhaps it was the atmosphere of a lonely hospital that had turned into a dreary rainy night that made Karen spiral out of control. She had been helping one of the nurses do routine night checks on the patients here, including Bailey. All seemed fine because he easily accepted the narcotics and sipped some water. He drifted back to sleep quite easily.

Karen and Nurse Connie had managed to get through the entire room before anything odd happened. Bailey could be heard murmuring uncomfortably in his sleep; first it started of soft but snowballed into a groaning agony. Returning to his side, the two nurses tried to wake him back up. The child only furthered his groans which eventually turned into something worse. His arm began to spasm uncontrollably, eventually channeling through the rest of his body. Nurse Connie called in all the other attendants on the floor to come assist.

The screaming is what sent Karen of the wall.

To hear the boy scream unconsciously as he had sent continuous shivers of angst through Karen's body. Shaking, she tried her best to maintain a calm appeal. The doctor on staff that evening rushed in along with a fellow nurse. They tried to revive him, but he seemed too far gone. Blood eventually ran through his nose as spittle and a little bit of foam oozed from his dry lips. His screams turned into long dazed words, most of them screaming for his mother or father. Both of them had perished in the accident.

Staring at Bailey Dunstan's slow demise, images flashed through Karen's mind.

It had been years ago, filed away in a black folder somewhere lost in the depths of her thoughts, yet it lingered back just as easily as remembering her phone number would be. The screams of Danny Morgan, her younger brother, as he clung for dear life on a wall suspended by an unseen force echoed in her ears. She recalled the bloody mess he had spilt out from his abdomen as well as the grief stricken panic that she had to fight against to save him. It had been caused by a demon that lurked in Danny's mind like a deadly virus. She caught it too.

His name of course was Freddy Kruger.

Just at the thought of watching Freddy murder this poor suffering child caused Karen's stomach to lurch. She collapsed to the floor after she gagged into her palm. Her head collided hard with the tiles. A black out dream is all she had but the fear that had been obtained years ago when she and Nancy Thompson defeated Kruger. He came back for Nancy, she easily recalled. Having been dead for some time now, Karen felt as though the plague of Kruger would never cease, he would find and kill all of his survivors.

Thinking back on this horrific death of Bailey Dunstan, Karen sat solemnly in Dr. Stapleton's office. He had been a fair thinking man who seemed as whimsical as the white curls on his head. She had to relapse the story to him, explaining why the death had affected her so drastically.

"Now don't be offended by me Miss Morgan, but you seemed to have a head on these situations before Bailey's death. Why did it bother you at that point?"

She supposed that the way she stared at him sent a negative wave of disturbance within the room. She knew her eyes had darkened and by the tone she spoke of, ice blood ran in her veins. It only seemed fitting to explain it as such though. So Karen asked the doctor, "Have you ever had a dream…that was so awful…so unforgettable and horrifying…that if anything like it ever occurred in reality…that it would just…send you back into that hellish place? That you would be instantly reminded of the cryptic fear that the nightmare had caused you that all you could do was panic?"

"I'm afraid I haven't."

Karen's eyes met his, as she uttered quite darkly, "Lucky you then."

I'll See You in My Dreams: Redux

Notes: Hi everyone, it's great to be back in the fanfic world. I've taken a break from writing this story and others to complete some other projects (Just joined Fictionpress so I'll be posting some original work on there in a few days). Now to those of you who don't know what you just read, let me recap:

This is a sequel to my first Nightmare story, Another Nightmare on Elm Street. It told the story of Harry Scader and his girlfriend Karen Morgan who encounter the likes of Freddy Kruger. With the help of Nancy Thompson they manage to defeat him one more time. It took place between 1 and 3 replacing #2. And now many years have past since then, after Nancy's death in Dream Warrior's. I'm not going to say much but the plot is different than what was orignally here. Updates will be coming soon hopefully.

Hope you enjoyed the mini-preview.