Rating T: This part is probably more violent. But I'm not the judge of that. And also, the language is strong, like the last part.
Note from Author: Thank you to everyone for the awfully nice comments. I really appreciate. And it's made me want to get to finish the next part really badly. However I am sorry to say that I've struck out tonight cause I did start school today but there wasn't much homework. Now I will be in volleyball and swamped with school for a while. Volleyball ends in October. And the scheduel is hectic. I don't know how much free time I'll have to write Part 3, though I really would like to. So for now, I just hope you guys enjoy the two pieces you have. Thanks again!
Disclamer: I STILL don't own Nightmare on Elm Street or the characters. All of these characters are mine and belong to me. Oh and if I spelled any of the names wrong, that's my bad. I think I got them all right though.
Another Nightmare on Elm Street:
Part Two: Three, Four, Lock the Door
Karen sat in the back of the Honda, it was just her and her father. Elm Street was fading behind them, as he made a turn down another road. The sky was pitch black, there was no moon in sight. Karen only stared ahead, not paying attention to anything. Her father had come back at midnight, with an update on Danny's condition. He had been in surgery all this time, now he was in the ICU recuperating. She had left Harry behind, now having to return to his own nightmarish home. Somewhere in her thought she heard her father talking about shacking up with him.
"I told you already Dad. We fell asleep on the couch. That was all. Harry is a good person, he wouldn't do anything to me." She sternly said, not realizing how strong her voice truly was. She saw the back of his head shake, "Whether or not I don't want you two spending evenings together anymore. All he does is talk about nightmares, that's where Danny learned all this shit from."
"What!" She yelled, very cross. It was her final straw after ten minute of this, "You don't know anything Dad! The reason Harry comes over all the time is because he does have nightmares. They scare him, because they're real! That God-fucking neighborhood is nothing but nightmares! The nightmares kill people! It's not even just a dream, it's a person! Fred Kruger! He's a killer Dad! He kills everyone when they're asleep! Wendy Dobber was asleep and she was gutted to death! And the same thing happened to Danny! It was Him I swear! It was Freddy Kruger!"
Charlie stopped at the light. He didn't say anything. Karen continued grasping the front seat, her fingers tightly grabbing the upholstery, "I didn't believe it at first either. But I know he's real. You didn't see what happened to Danny, but I did. It was Freddy-fucking Kruger!"
"That's enough!" He roared at her. She sat back in the seat, somewhat shocked. Charlie growled in a lower tone, "Fred Kruger has been dead for nearly twenty years. No one's talked about him since 84'. Not since that Thompson girl."
Karen cocked her head, "That was only three years ago Daddy. Who is she?"
"She's no one. Just a psychotic girl who's now in an asylum, choking up. Her father, Lt. Thompson moved her out of here after she had that breakdown and after her mother died. They used to live in that house that your friend lives in."
"And did she know about Kruger?" Karen persisted, Charlie sighed, "Yes. But everyone says she was crazy and made it all up. I wouldn't believe anything about her. She's crazy just like your friend."
She snarled while grinding her teeth, "He isn't crazy. Why don't you believe me?"
"Why do you believe him? You'll end up in a nut-house right next to him. Down the hall from Nancy Thompson."
"I'm -NOT- Nancy Thompson!" She yelled, she heard Charlie reply, "Well you're acting like her!"
Karen slumped down again. She didn't say anything else until they reached the clinic. Karen took herself up to the ICU floor, asking for her brother. He was in the room at the end of the hall, alone and in the dark. There was a life support and an IV connected to the boy, who looked tangled in the array of machines and support systems. Karen stood next to him, he was sleeping.
"Hi Danny." She whispered. She didn't know what to tell him. That he was right all along, that Fred Kruger existed and tried to kill him? That she was wrong, telling him not to believe in stories he heard at school? Harry was right, his accusations of what he kept telling her. You don't know what I've seen. It's horrible…It was. But she refused to let it happen again. Not to her brother, no she wouldn't let anyone kill him. Danny was her responsibility, she was the one who took care of him, not her father. Not ever. She was all he had. And she wasn't going to let him down. So Karen positioned herself in the chair, directing her eyes on him. She began to wait. The only company was the beeps from the life support. She didn't care, she was going to wait. Wait Kruger out.
Harry's mother was stir-crazy. She had been rushing around the house, checking the doors, locking the windows like a headless chicken. And she would constantly tell Harry he was going to be safe as she apologized for that poor little Morgan boy. Harry simply nodded his head and would pat her on the shoulder. He returned to his bedroom later, just to meet his enemy, the bed, all over again. But surely he could sleep. He found that he and Karen had been sleeping for longer than an hour before Danny was attacked. That was because for the first time, he had fallen asleep just because, not because he was thinking about it. And he was with Karen, who he felt safe with. He supposed she could have had something to do with it too. Harry lay in the bed staring up at the ceiling for sometime.
His throat was tingling, he needed some coffee. Before he knew it, he found himself back in the hallway walking down the stairs again. He softly stepped along the floor, trying not to wake his parents. His father wasn't as concerned as his mother had been, but he knew they wouldn't be pleased if they caught him trying to stay awake again.
Harry met himself at the mirror hanging on the wall. He looked no different than he had this morning. He remembered his arm. And suddenly a sensation of pain overwhelmed him. He remembered how he had gotten those wounds. He had been caught in a struggle with Mr. Kruger, and just as he was waking up, Freddy took a swipe at him with his knives. He had woken with two bloody wounds leaking scarlet liquid all over his arm. They were a few days old, and still he had said nothing. Not to his mom, not to Karen, he just remained quiet. He could imagine what everyone thought of him. He was crazy, he believed in this story of a legendary slasher. The truth was it wasn't a story, it was real. And if Harry showed anyone those scars, he knew they'd make something of it. Be it the truth or a straight jacket.
As he pushed himself down the hall he stopped. There was a screeching noise coming from somewhere. Harry looked around to see where the sound was coming from. He was just a few feet away from the door that sat next to the stairs. That's where that awful screeching was coming from. Down into the basement where boxes and boxes of untouched stuff remained. Harry realized he had never been down there before, or at least not by himself. When the Scaders moved here, he did assist his father by moving the boxes down below but it was daytime. Nighttime here in Springwood, or rather just Elm Street, was dangerous. The day meant everything.
Harry started towards the door, his hand reaching out for the handle. He didn't know what he would find down there, and that's what made him pause. Knowing his luck, that child-killer would be down at the bottom of the stairs waiting for him. It made him tingle inside. But something else in his head was telling him to pursuit through the door. That voice wasn't strong enough however, Harry pulled away. He might be able to get Karen to come over and go down with him in the morning when she got back from the hospital. God I'm acting like a baby. I need my girlfriend to come down into my own basement with me.
There was a creaking sound, coming from the upstairs. Harry froze on the spot as he heard his mother call from over the banister, "Harry is that you?"
"Yeah Mom it's just me."
"What are you still doing up?" She sighed.
"I-I was just getting some water. I'll be back up in a second."
"Ok get some sleep honey."
"I will Mom, goodnight."
Once he heard her shut the door again, he trailed into the bathroom. He was having a déjà vu again, staring at his horrifying self in the mirror, opening the cabinet to find the pills, and taking a cup to fill it with water. Harry pulled out the small capsule with his wakening pills. He shook it and seemed stunned when he didn't hear the rattling of the pills inside. He popped the top off and held it up to his eyes, peering in. Harry put it down on the base of the sink, lowering his head taking an angering sigh. There weren't any pills to be found.
He shoved the capsule in the trash can and gorged down the water. He had hoped he wouldn't really have to make any coffee, but now he'd have to. He preyed to god he wouldn't wake up his mother again. After time he made his coffee though, the caffeine only made him more tired. He fell asleep in the chair at the table ten minutes later.
Charlie had been talking with the doctors for some time now, Karen continued to watch her sleeping brother. They had tending to his lower chest area, where the stab wounds really were. They sutured him back up and had drugged him with a lot of morphine. Karen was slumping in the chair, dozing off. She did not want to fall asleep. Not because of her own nightmares, but because of Danny's. However, the nightmare never seemed to come, and Karen's eyes finally shut tight. She had her head leaning over, taking few breaths as she slept.
Her conscious woke her up, telling her she shouldn't be sleeping now. Karen forced herself to move, to wake up again. She sighed, rubbing her eye, noticing Danny was still ok. She stood up, rolling her head around cracking the pain in her neck, and began to watch him again. There was a knock on the door after a moment, she assumed it was her Dad. Karen made way over to the door and opened it. She stuck her head out of the room, into the brightly lit hallway. Her Dad wasn't there, neither was anyone else. Karen stepped out of the room, carefully closing the door behind her. Her shoes squeaked on the floor as she began to walk down the hallway. Out in the waiting room was a soda machine, she could use some caffeine at least. She approached the machine, looking for a suitable drink. As she dug out quarters in her pocket she heard someone whisper her name.
She was standing in front of the machine when her name was repeated. Karen looked around the waiting room, she realized she was still alone. The chairs were empty and the TV was off. She took a few steps back, and looked down the hallway again. Someone was going into Danny's room. It was a man. Karen's heart stopped when she realized who it was. Freddy Kruger.
Karen seemed stunned for a moment but suddenly broke into a run. This time, she knew for a fact that he was real. She charged down the hall with all her heart, hoping that he wasn't going to hurt Danny again.
"You!" She shouted as she burst through the patient's door. Freddy was only hovering over Danny, his fedora shadowing part of his face in the dark room. He looked up, and for the first time Karen saw him. His face was charred and burned too, and he flashed the most devilish and evil smile she had ever seen.
"Hello Karen." He greeted unpleasantly. Karen stood there, only looking at him. She was standing in front of the door, her arm behind her back, grasping the handle. She only stared at him for some time though. Freddy became irritated and said, "What's the matter, haven't you ever seen a dead person before?"
"Get…away from him…" She said, trying to find the right words to tell him. Freddy didn't seem at all moved by her threat, in fact he took a step away from Danny's bed. He said, "I'm not here for him this time dear Karen."
"Then why are you here at all?"
The smile flashed again, it was bone chilling. Fiddling with his knives, he said wickedly, "Isn't it obvious? I'm here for you."
Karen saw the knives rise up as Freddy lunged at her. She opened the door beginning to run, but was pummeled by the psycho, and suddenly she was falling. Not onto the floor of the hospital wing, but down a long grassy hill. The two rolled down until they hit the bottom. Karen lay on her side, moaning in pain. She weakly opened her eyes, examining where she was. It was the outside of some highway. Karen realized Freddy had disappeared now, and she had to pull herself up before he came back again.
There was a murmur of laughing, first starting out soft, then trumpeting louder and louder. Karen covered her ears, trying not to listen. She was surprised that the knives had missed her, that she was only sore and hadn't had and serious damage done to her. She thanked the cushioning of the grassy field.
As the laughing continued Karen finally cried out, "You're not real! You're not real! I'm dreaming!" She was shaking as she stood at the base of the boiler room, sealing her eyes shut. Over and over again she heard herself say he wasn't real. And as if she wasn't crazy enough, there was a second voice. Someone very distant and far away, she could faintly hear it over the laughing. Whoever it was had been calling her name. But she couldn't identify the voice or anything. She was trying to stay calm herself and not panic. It seemed that the laughing and the smaller voice who was calling her name would never stop.
Finally they did. Karen listened for a moment, and began to lower her arms and open her eyes. Her mother was standing right before her. She was in the same long flowing gown, and had that angel-like expression on her face. It was then Karen noticed, it was highway 46, this was where her mother had died.
"M-Mom?" Karen asked, almost scarcely. The woman only gazed at her, with a warm smile on her face, and a glowing beam that seemed to make everything else surreal. Karen took a small step forward, beginning to reach her arm out to her mother. Before she could even touch the woman, Freddy's arm shot out of her stomach.
Karen jumped back screaming, the angel's smile and glow vanished, as her eyes began to bleed and turn black, and her gown beginning to burn with an invisible fire. Karen screamed, "No! Come back!" But her mother was gone. The face that she once recognized as her mom was just a decaying corpse and the gown was completely ruined. For sometime, the body lay there and slowly began to descend through the cracks in the ground. Karen began to shake, and turned to run back up the hill, when Freddy came up behind her.
Karen fell on her back, she began to crabwalk away from him. "It was you all this time! You used my mother to scare me!"
"Ah so I finally meet a smart girl." Freddy laughed. She became enraged and said, "Why? Why haven't you just killed me yourself?"
Freddy began to follow Karen, his glare that shot down at her still frightening. Karen had to stop, she was about to walk out into the traffic, and she was stuck. Freddy came closer, approaching her side, swinging his leg, and kicking her hard in the lower rib area. She yelled and fell over, grabbing her body. She shuddered and cried, feeling Freddy's face come close to hers. She felt his normal hand grab her by the hair, yanking her up.
"I was waiting for the right moment. When you were so lost in the woods that there was no one who could pull you out."
Her voice became shaky, but her stare upon Freddy remained, "What are you talking about?"
He wasn't smiling now, just a cold dead glare. "You know what your problem is Karen?" He asked, she shook her head, and Freddy let go of her hair. He instead shot his hand out and throttled her. Karen grabbed his hand with both of hers, she could feel her legs rising from the ground, kicking in the air. The intense clenching on her throat was causing her a lot of pain. She began to gag and choke as he talked, "You never listen to anyone! That little shit brother of yours warned you, Harry knew about me too, but you just think that they're all lying! Well bitch, you were wrong. I've been waiting for a long time to officially meet you. Ever since that fucking idiot mother of yours died."
She managed to choke out a short, "What?" Freddy's smile returned. He had raised Karen above the field, holding her neck high above him, deciding where to stab her while he talked. He let go of her neck however and she fell to the ground. She coughed and coughed as he began to cackle again. "What does my mother have anything to do with this? What do you know about her?"
He leaned down, his smile at hand, "I know plenty Karen. For you see, Ikilled her."
Karen stared at him, she had stopped crying, and now she was angry. She socked Freddy in the jaw, standing up, "You're a liar! My mother died in a car crash!"
"Because of me," He said. "NO! You're lying!" She yelled, her fists shaking furiously. "I'm afraid not Katharine. You see, that drunken bitch fell asleep at the wheel. And let's just say, I helped direct her into hell. Didn't you know that? Your mom was drunk and driving, and sleeping." He spoke with the most pleasure in his voice, he was proud of his horrible deed. He added, "And it fucked all of you up. Poor Danny boy hasn't had his mommy around anymore, your bastard father has been isolating himself with his work, failing you as a daddy. And then of course there's you Karen,"
She saw the glove come at her, the cold blades slowly gliding under her chin, a shiver brought along with them. She was still glaring at him, her anger rising, "You were the one I fucked up the most. For two years you've been living a lie, coming home everyday to take care of Danny, never having a life with your friends or Harry…and then you still see her. Standing at the foot of your bed, watching you from outside the classroom, she's still there. And everyone thinks you're insane…"
"You bastard…" She hissed quietly. This time it was Freddy who asked "what?" Karen looked up at him, her glare more dangerous than ever, she began softly, "I said," and began to run at him, "You're a fucking bastard!" She tackled Freddy. They struggled and fought for a few minutes, Karen screaming at the top of her lungs, "You killed her! You killed her! You Goddamn bastard!"
She was suddenly being jerked awake. But Karen continued to fight in her sleep, she was still screaming "You bastard! You killed her!" as she felt her fists driving into someone's chest. "KAREN!" Charlie shouted over her. Her eyes suddenly opened. Her father was grabbing her painfully by the shoulders, there was a nurse and doctor in the room too, and then there was Danny. All of them were staring at her, her hair messy and tangled, her eyes hot with tears, and her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles were pure white.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Charlie asked, somewhat frightened. Karen stood up, her hands still shaking, she glanced at Danny who was lying down but still watching her. The nurse and doctor were at his bedside, checking his status. Karen turned back to her father, she muttered, "I'm sorry Dad." And began to run to the door. She ran down the strip of the hallway and headed towards the elevator. She heard Charlie calling her, but she simply boarded the elevator in silence.
Inside, her hand was still on the rack of buttons. It was still shaking. Freddy had killed her mother, she couldn't believe it. As she fully comprehended this though, Karen began to cry again, this time covering her face and sobbing into her hands. The elevator stopped, as another person boarded, and Karen tried to calm herself down. They were too afraid to talk to Karen, who had just grown quiet, while standing there waiting to get to the lobby. She walked out into the parking lot, looking for her father's car. Karen sat in the back again, her head in her hands. She was still in shock, and she couldn't even imagine the chaos she stirred in that room. Screaming and kicking in the chair, scaring the shit out of Danny probably.
But there was nothing Karen could do. She had met Freddy Kruger. And she hoped that the next time they met, she'd be better prepared.
It was probably one of the worst restless nights Harry had ever had. No pills, he just had to make himself stay up. But he had failed. And like with Wendy's death, he had seen a whole nightmare that wasn't even his. This time it was Karen's dream. She and Freddy had gotten into a fight, and wound up in his lair. Harry didn't understand how he wasn't apart of that dream. He was so close to the heat, to the fear and danger that Karen was in. He knew that he was to the side of them, watching helplessly. She was crying and screaming at Freddy, while he was trying to kill her and drive her mad. Harry was there, he knew he was there. He had heard everything that Freddy had said to her. But not even Kruger had realized Harry was watching.
He was sitting at the kitchen table, with a coffee mug in hand. He had taken his glasses off for the fiftieth time, rubbing his tired eyes, trying to figure this out. He had read somewhere that people could be connected through their dreams. That they could share the same one, and know exactly what happened. But he couldn't explain why it had happened with Wendy, he didn't know her much less know that she was having nightmares about Freddy either. He knew Karen though, if anything it was his fault from bringing Freddy into her dream. He sighed as he glanced at his watch, it was 2 in the morning.
Karen and her father came home around that time, the drive home awfully silent. When Karen and Charlie got inside, she immediately headed towards the stairs.
Charlie began, "Whoa wait a minute Katharine. Can't you explain to me what happened there?"
Karen stopped, halfway up the stairs, she shook her head, "Why should I bother Dad? You'll just put me in the hospital with Nancy Thompson."
She continued up the stairs, as Charlie sighed and argued, "Katharine…Katharine come back here."
She ignored his pleas, shutting the door to her bedroom. Karen threw her jacket on the bed and stripped of her clothing. She stood at her dresser, pulling out drawers looking for something to sleep in. While she pulled up some sweatpants and a tank-top she thought about the dream again. Before she put the tank-top on she stared at herself. There was a swollen purplish bruise swelling around the lower area of her ribs. She was expecting more of those in the next course of days. If the spirit of Freddy Kruger hadn't existed, her mother might have still been alive. Her brother might just be in his room now, sleeping away. She looked out her windows, to spot 1482, she wondered if Harry was still awake.
Karen heard her father go to his own bedroom fifteen minutes later. She slowly opened her door, checking to see if the lights in the upstairs hallway were turned off. With her watch strapped on her hand, she crept out of the room, slowly shutting the door. As she stepped down the stairs, she would look back at her father's bedroom with every step. As she ran into the kitchen, she made sure that she wasn't going to be heard. Her keys were hanging on the rack that hung by the door. Karen took them in her hand carefully and unlocked the backdoor. She tried her hardest to lock it behind her and remain quiet. Once she made her way down the stairs, she picked up her pace and shuffled across the street. She was used to not wearing her shoes around the neighborhood, no need to care about them now.
Harry was on his third cup of coffee. He was sitting in the kitchen, listening to the night sounds of the house. He had taken his glasses off, setting them next to the mug, and was closing his eyes trying to rest. He could have sworn that the rustling of the window-high bushes outside was his imagination. But suddenly someone was standing at the door. At first he couldn't make it out, but once he stood up, placing his glasses back on, he saw it was just his girlfriend.
He opened the door sighing, "Karen? What are you doing here?"
Her face seemed saddened and bothered. She said quietly, "Fred Kruger killed my mother."
Harry found that this had woken him up the most. Hearing her say it, just struck him cold. He had to tell her that he already knew. Harry opened the door all the way, letting her in. He followed her into the kitchen, offering her a chair. He sat next to her, rubbing her shoulder. She hadn't given him an actual glance yet. Harry sighed and said, "Karen…I-I know about your mother,"
She looked up him, still saddened, and asked, "What?"
"I know about your dream. I saw it all happen."
"What are you talking about Harry?"
He sat down, his hands trying to follow his words as he force some explanation, "I-I don't understand how it happened…but I was there. I saw your whole nightmare. I heard Freddy talk about…your mom…about all of us."
Karen sat up straight, she had been watching his expression and hands move in a frustrated way, "You saw my dream? What do you mean you were there?"
Her voice was uncertain, however so was his, "I was standing just a few feet away from you and Fred Kruger, I knew I was there, it wasn't just a sequence that ran in my head. I tried to talk to you, but I guess you couldn't hear me. It wasn't like with Wendy Dobber, that I only watched, but your dream…I was right there."
"Then you heard what he said to me? You heard him tell me that my mother fell asleep while driving?"
He nodded his head yes, she gasped. He said solemnly, "I'm sorry Karen. I'm sorry that she's dead."
Karen had her arms crossed on the table. She put her head down in them sighing. He asked her if she wanted some coffee, and she accepted. He stood up grabbing another mug and pouring her some of black caffeine, as he returned he said, "Tell me everything that happened tonight."
Which she did. The argument she and Charlie had had on the way there, her protection over Danny once she got to the hospital, and than that dream. And finally, Freddy. She talked about her dream, realizing that Harry wasn't lying. That he knew what she was talking about when she said she saw her mother and how Freddy kicked her and threw her against the wall. She then explained the fight that broke out before she woke up.
"I wanted to kill him. I wanted him to feel the pain that I was feeling so badly. I-I just couldn't control myself."
Harry shook his head, "No it's not your fault. That's what he does. He kills families, tears them apart. I just can't believe he didn't seriously hurt you."
"I am too." She paused and stared at him for a moment. Finally Karen asked in a more calmed voice, "How do you do this Harry? How have you gotten through this? He's a –a nightmare…"
Harry sipped the mug, unsure of what to say, "I don't know. I ran out of pills tonight. And I fell asleep, as I already said. Now I'm not sure that if I fall asleep again, that I won't be in danger too. He has us wrapped around his fingers." He didn't see the fear that he had for himself or her until Karen started to give him that concerning look again. She said, "Look at what he's already done to us. We have to stop him Harry, before we die. Before anyone else dies."
"I know Karen. God this is my fault…I didn't want him to get to you. I wanted to stop him before that happened, but now we're all in trouble. I still don't know what to do."
He suddenly remembered the basement. That screeching he had heard down there earlier. Harry suggested this to Karen, who agreed to follow him down there. The two crept down the hallways like quiet shadows, approaching the basement door. He opened it and turned the switch on. A light cast down on the basement, a furnace sat in the middle, while boxes and scattered items surrounded it. "You said you heard scratching?" She whispered.
"Somewhere down here. It could have been a rat or something." They reached the bottom, looking around. They looked around for a few minutes, opening boxes and moving dusty items to look behind them. Karen found this gritty and hopeless. She was about to tell Harry to give up when she noticed something in the furnace. There happened to be two. One of the furnaces was used to create fire in the winter. The other sat there, lonely and unused. She saw however a strip of some cloth dangling from the door of the unused one.
"What's this?" She asked, pointing to the cloth. Harry knelt down next to her and opened the small door. He pulled out something that had been raveled inside of the tattered cloth, it seemed a little heavy. Karen watched as Harry unraveled it, looking curiously. Just before he finished, he could tell what it was. He stopped and froze, he was scared now.
"What? What's wrong?"
He looked up at Karen wearily and finished unraveling it. Her mouth fell open, almost about to scream. In Harry's palms sat a musty old glove, with long knives attached at the fingers. It was Freddy's glove. What made it more horrifying, all the blades had dried up blood running down them. Frankly, both of them wanted to scream.
"I want to get out of here. Now." Karen insisted, Harry remained still, continuing to examine the glove. "Harry, please." She whispered again, still persisting that they leave. Harry looked up at her, and nodded, "Ok, lets go."
He wrapped the glove back up, throwing it back in the furnace without hesitation. They made it back up the stairs quietly and he turned the lights back off. Harry made sure that his parents were still asleep, before meeting Karen back in the kitchen.
"I knew she wasn't crazy." Karen muttered to herself, "Who?"
"Nancy Thompson. She lived here before you did. She knew about Freddy. Everyone thought she was crazy. This is the infamous Thompson house."
It made perfect sense. All over school Harry had heard kids talk about that home. He never realized it was his own. Karen glanced out the window, and down at her own watch. It was 3:30.
"I should probably get home before my dad finds out I left." She told him, "I'll see you tomorrow." Harry moved to the backdoor with her. As she began to exit the house, Harry spoke up, "Karen,"
She turned around and stared at him. He leaned forward, kissing her on the lips. It had been a while since they had done that. "We're gonna stop him. I promise." He said, trying to keep her and himself in a more positive mood. She flashed a small smile and said, "Goodnight Harry."
As Karen walked to the front of the house, she saw a car parked by his driveway. It was an 81' Chrysler wagon. Inside she saw someone sitting, staring at the house. And when Karen had come around, the person was looking at her. Karen didn't want to create attention and began to cross the street, not looking at the car. But she knew whoever was inside was still watching her. Even as she walked up the steps to the backdoor and unlocked it. She hid in her room again, relieved that her father was a rather deep sleeper, and fell onto her bed. She laid there, motionless and sleepless for the next three hours.
After finally dozing to sleep, she heard the sound of cars pulling up at the house, and people walking inside. Karen yawned and got off her bed, she opened the door from her bedroom out to the hallway and saw police officers coming up the stairs. Out of the mix she spotted James Becker and finally came all the way out of the room.
"Morning Katharine, have a long night?" Becker asked kindly. He was about her father's age and had a stylish beard. He was much taller than her Dad and always seemed too kind to be a police sergeant. Karen nodded, "More or less. How come you guys are back?
"It's easier to see in daylight Katharine." He winked. They had come and inspected the house last night too. But only for a short period of time. Karen supposed they'd be here longer today. She asked Becker if her father was downstairs. When he answered yes she looked away, with displeasure.
"Your father told me that you two got into a little dispute last night. You should talk to him. You two need each other now."
Karen glanced back up at James, she sighed, "I guess so." She began to turn back to her bedroom, "Make sure none of these guys come in my room alright?"
Becker smiled, "I'll do my best."
When Karen made it down the stairs, she saw her dad in the kitchen talking with another officer. She saw a fresh pot of coffee sitting by the stove and grabbed a mug. As she finished her mug, the other officer left and Charlie walked over to her, simply staring at her.
Karen avoided his eyes and asked, "What?"
"There might be reporters outside today. Just make sure you don't talk to any of them."
"Ok."
Charlie sighed, "What's wrong Katharine? Why won't you talk to me?"
"You don't believe me. You don't believe anything that I say."
"Are you still on that Kruger guy? He's dead."
"No he's not Dad. I saw him in my sleep last night. That's why I was screaming. He was trying to kill me. And he killed Mom too." Her voice became bitter. She still thought she could have fought the bastard off for a little longer. Charlie began to disagree immediately, "You're not making sense Katharine."
"She fell asleep while driving, and Freddy killed her. Don't you understand? When I was hitting you last night I was hitting him. He's real. Do I have to show you bruises? I will."
She began to lift her shirt up, but Charlie grabbed her hands, "Katharine. Look at yourself. Talking about your mother and this Kruger guy. I know what happened to Danny is scary, but you can't just rant off about killers who haven't been around for years."
"What did you say?" Karen asked, her head tipping to the side, staring at her Dad uneasily. "Say what?"
"Killer? He was a killer when he was alive?"
Charlie let go of her, standing back, towering over her. "Who is he Daddy? I want to know."
"Go to school Katharine. You've had a long night."
"Tell me! I want to know Dad!" She said, her voice rising.
"He's not anyone. He has nothing to do with you or your brother…or Molly."
"Dad-"
"Leave it at that Katharine. Kruger is dead. Understand that." He stepped away from her, walking out of the room. Karen stood there holding the mug in her grip, angered and frustrated. Before she realized it she had slammed her fist down, smashing and breaking the cup into pieces that fell on the floor.
"Liar!" She yelled down the hallway before storming out the backdoor, slamming it hard.
That day at school didn't flow very easily either. Karen met Tiffany halfway to school, once she got in the car she explained the events that happened last night thoroughly. Tiffany was in shock and seemed to only answer at the right times as her friend talked. When they arrived at school, Karen was all talked out.
"I thought he was just an urban legend." Tiffany gasped, turning the ignition off. "Well he's not. I don't really care if you believe me or not."
"No I do Karen. It's just a lot to believe in such a short amount of time."
"Right well…I don't know what we're gonna do."
They got out of the car and headed in for their classes. It seemed like the longest day of Karen's life. It was as though someone had melted the clock to make it go slower than usual. And apparently the news of Danny's incident spread faster than she realized. There were reporters who had stuck there faces in the hallways, asking and talking to students. They kept asking if this had any connection to Wendy's murder, but of course know one knew except Karen and Harry. But the two had said barely anything to each other all day. What was there to say? They had surely found out a lot last night.
Karen made a plan to go to the library that afternoon and do some more research on Kruger. She may be able to find something out after all. As the bell rang, all the students exploded out of the school. Karen shut her locker and walked down the hallway by herself. She past Mr. Sanders' classroom and saw Roger and Harry sitting in there by themselves. Harry caught a short glance of her, she nodded to him and was suddenly out of his sight. He sighed as he sat back in his desk, staring at his geology textbook. He opened the pages and scrolled down to see where he had to take his notes. Harry then pulled his backpack from under the desk to search for his binder.
There was something in the pack that Harry hadn't seen there earlier. Roger had his headphones on, very loudly, and was drumming two pencils on the desk. He wasn't paying attention to anything. Harry opened his backpack wider and pulled out the binder. He could see the unusual item in there, and he reached his hand in to pull it out. For a long time Harry seemed stunned, as though he had died from shock.
It was the glove.
The same blood-stained glove that he had found this morning. He didn't put it in there. He knew that. Once Karen pleaded that they go back upstairs, he stashed it back into the furnace. How did it get in his backpack? Had it been there all day? His thoughts were shaken away when Mr. Sanders came in the room. He stuffed it back and zipped up his backpack. As he finished his work, he couldn't stress his mind away from that glove. It was sitting in there, waiting to strike him and tear him apart. Almost instinctively, he kicked it under the desk, just for reassurance.
Time had past slowly as it was only 3:30, there was still an hour left before they were dismissed. Harry had his head in his arms on his desk, as he had finished all his work. Now he was just watching himself thumb with the pencil. Roger had to take off his head phones and was just sitting in the room, completely bored. Mr. Sanders stood up from his desk, fixing his collar, "Alright I have to go do some filing in the main office for a few minutes. I don't want to find either of you out of your seats when I get back."
Once Sanders left, Roger turned half way around in his seat, turning to Harry. He asked, "So I heard you and Karen were at her house when her brother got axed. What the hell happened?"
Harry glanced up at him, with a careless look, "None of your business."
"Oh come on Scader. What were you two screwing around and that guy just walked through the front door or something?"
"No I think your mistaking that for yourself. We weren't doing anything. We fell asleep on the couch."
"Uh-huh. That's what they all say."
"Why would I lie? I got nothing to hide from crap like you."
Roger rolled his eyes, "Well then tell me how the kid got cut up. If you two were so innocently sleeping downstairs then what happened to that kid?"
Harry sighed, throwing his pencil down on the desk, and leaning back in his chair, "I don't know. He started screaming and when we got up there someone had locked the door. When we opened it, he was covered in blood."
"That's crazy shit man. What was he doing before?"
"He was just sleeping."
"Sleeping huh? What did the monster under his bed get him?" Roger mocked. Harry wasn't about to say anything. Roger laughed in a clueless way, "Poor kid. So I'm guessing there was a lot of blood."
Harry shook his head, "Roger stop talking. You're a tactless asshole."
Roger suddenly grew mad, "I'd punch you in the face but we're already in detention."
Harry ignored him, and sighed as he tried to remind himself of reasons to not fall asleep at the moment. The thought of the glove in his backpack was working the best.
Tiffany had gotten home almost immediately after school. Her Dad was in his office working and she told him that she'd be out in the pool cleaning. She slipped out of her blouse and skirt, and put on her blue and pink bathing suit. Her dog, Max was watching her as he laid on the bed wagging his tail. The little Beagle followed her down the stairs and into the living room. She made him stay inside though.
Tiffany skidded out onto the patio, with a boom-box in her hand and sun-tan lotion in the other. She sat the box by the picnic table and sat in the recliner lathering up. The whole time her body didn't stop moving. She was going to enjoy her afternoon. But Karen was supposed to be there. Well it did take longer to walk home, she didn't have a car. Mr. Andrews had bought Tiffany a car the first week within having her license. Just another present from dear-lawyer-Daddy. However it never fazed Tiffany. They did have a deal that had to be followed throughout her school career. Do well in school, and Daddy would spoil her rotten.
Right now Tiffany wouldn't complain. The music was blasting as it should, and she was all ready to clean. But first she might as well tan while she waited for her friend. That would be more fun anyway. Tiffany lay out on the beach chair that was under the sun, her long slender legs stretched out, her arms folded behind her head. She was happy that her house was on the corner, so the neighbor boys wouldn't peek at her. Tiffany was in a teenage paradise. It wasn't surprising that she fell asleep while tanning.
The boys sat quietly again until Mr. Sanders came back. After time Harry grew sleepy again. He was forcing himself not to close his eyes. It was painful for him to keep them open. Whether it be kicking his foot on the floor, or jerking his head back and forth. But there was a voice inside his head, telling him to just rest his eyes. One quick nap, then he'd be ok for a while. Harry couldn't argue anymore, he was beyond tired. He laid his head on his arms and finally just closed his eyes.
Max started to bark hysterically. Tiffany was so startled she flopped off the seat, smacking her jaw on the pavement.
"Max! Max shut up!" She yelled in a grumpy voice. She thought she might have chipped her tooth. Tiffany sat up and stuck her finger in her mouth. Just sore. She sighed as she stood up, the music still pounding, the sun slightly lower in the sky. Karen hadn't shown up though. She figured she'd have to start without her. Tiffany grabbed the tall, silver, net from the side of the pool house, and began to dip it in the water fishing out the grit and leaves. She could have sworn that the handle was burning hot. But it had been in the shade by the house. At first Tiffany didn't notice, for she was hot too. But after a while her hands started to burn. Finally the heat grew hot enough that she had to throw the long net down. She knelt down and dipped her hands in the water. It was still cool feeling.
Tiffany decided to dip her feet in too. Once again she did, tossing her beautiful blonde hair back and listening to the music again. She kicked her legs playfully in the water. But like the handle on the pole, the water began to heat up too. Tiffany pulled her legs out, they were pinkish-red. She didn't know what was wrong. Suddenly Max started barking again. He stood at the sliding door, yapping aimlessly to the outside.
Tiffany stood up, yelling her voice across the yard, "Max stop it!"
He ignored her and only barked louder. She groaned and turned on her heel, she needed to see what was wrong with the heat of the pool, she needed to go into the pool house to check the thermostat. Tiffany was walking right next to the pool, her shadow floating at the bottom. She walked inside the house, suddenly freezing. Why was it so cold in here? The lights were out, but she could see the little box hanging by the door fine. The pool's temperature was normal. She didn't understand it. She'd figure she should go ask her Dad then.
There was a noise somewhere in the house though. Tiffany turned and looked around. There was furniture sitting in the dark and the bar to her left. Someone was moving around.
"Hello?"
She switched the lights on. Not that it made much difference. She didn't see anyone. "Hello?"
Tiffany began to walk slowly, but further into the house. She looked around and didn't see anything behind the big leather couch or the coffee tables. As she approached the bar she could hear someone talking.
One, two, Freddy's coming for you…
Three, four, better lock the door…
Five, six, grab your crucifix…
Seven, eight, gonna stay up late…
Nine, ten, Freddy's back again…
Tiffany stopped moving. She stared around the room, suddenly feeling paranoid. There was a noise coming from the bar. Tiffany turned to face it, not sure of what to do. "Roger? Please don't tell me this is one of your bullshit pranks."
But no one answered her. Tiffany took two steps forward and stopped again, "Roger?"
A figure popped up right in front of her. It was Freddy. He was standing behind the bar, faltering his eyebrows and smiling deviously.
"We have a special tonight, Bloody Tiffanys." He laughed. Tiffany screamed and turned to run out the door. Freddy jumped over the counter and chased her outside.
"Help! Daddy help!" She screamed running and slipping across the pavement. She never realized how far away the pool house was from the actual house. Freddy jumped on her back and the two fell into the pool with a big splash. Tiffany began to thrust her legs and kick in the bubbling hot water. She surfaced gasping for cool air, it was so hot. "Daddy! Dad-" Freddy grabbed her leg and pulled her back under water. She saw his long sharp blades swinging towards her, but she jerked away. Tiffany somehow struggled out of his grip and began to swim towards the stairs. Freddy wasn't but a few inches out of her reach. She swam towards the edge of the pool, her arms shooting out of the water, grabbing the side. She pulled herself up and took long deep breaths.
She was frightened when she saw someone standing just a few feet in front of her. It was Harry. "Harry? Oh my God please help me," She stretched out her arm to him, her face demented with horror. She could see him. Harry didn't understand. He began to kneel down, still speechless and reached for her hand.
Under the water, Freddy's glove found its way, driving into her leg.
Tiffany screamed in pain, she could feel the blade cut through her flesh and drive deep in her leg. She saw sprays of blood leak out as the pool began to turn red. "Help me!" She screamed at Harry, who tried to reach for her hand. He knew that he had grabbed it, or so he thought. Tiffany stared at him as his hand fell right through hers. He was like a ghost. She could talk to him but couldn't feel him or touch him.
Tiffany cried out softly, "You're…not real…" He suddenly saw Freddy's arm come up out of the water.
"Watch out!" Harry yelled, Tiffany tried to look back. He grabbed her by the shoulder, pulling her back in the water. He had pulled his knives out of her leg, he was smiling at her.
She heard him say without moving his lips, "Aw, didn't anyone ever tell you not to swim alone bitch?"
Tiffany was just a few feet away from the stairs. She pulled herself away from him, hardly swimming with her now damaged leg. But he was still holding on to her arm. And in one fluid motion he yanked her near him, and Tiffany was strangling to get final gulps of air.
Before she realized it, there were the knives, stabbed in her gut. She slowly looked up, staring at Freddy with lost eyes. Harry was trying to see the action that was going on below. But the blood that Tiffany was bleeding had fogged up the pool, creating a red bloody mess. Somewhere in her final moments of consciousness, she could hear Harry again. He was yelling her name, but it was pointless. Harry knelt by the pool trying to see if she was in there, but also afraid of his own well being. He yelled as an arm shot out of the pool of blood. It was Tiffany's arm. She was grasping the air, as a final strength of life, before it fell back in the pool limp and lifeless. Her body dropped to the bottom of the pool so easily.
It was her new bloody grave.
"No! Stop he killed her! Stop it!" Harry yelled, jerking in his desk, frantically fighting his dream. "Harry, Harry please wake up." Came a girl's voice. He opened his eyes and saw Karen standing next to him, she was scared looking. Harry jerked up, his lips stuttering, "Tiffany's dead."
"What?" Karen asked, her voice shocked and scared. Harry grabbed her by the arm and said, "We have to call the police."
He pulled her across the classroom, trying to get to the door. He grabbed the handled but realized he couldn't open it. It was locked. Harry looked back at Karen, and at the room. He realized that Roger was gone and so was Mr. Sanders. He let go of Karen who was only staring at him.
"Where's Roger? Where's Mr. Sanders? Why are you here?"
"They left, you've been sleeping this whole time. I got done at the library early and I thought I'd stop back here to see if you were still here." She said, answering quickly and stopping abruptly. "The glove…" Harry muttered. "Excuse me?"
"Look at this," He said, walking back over to his desk, pulling his backpack up and opening it up. As he looked inside he saw that the glove was gone. "Where is it? I know I saw it in here…"
"Saw what?"
"The glove. Freddy's glove."
Karen grew quiet. Harry began to search his backpack when suddenly he heard the all-too frightening voice. "You mean this glove?"
He looked up, and saw Karen wearing the glove. She was holding it close to her neck, but she didn't look right. Her face became dark and evil, and she was suddenly wearing the red and green sweater. Harry jumped back, dropping his bag.
"Oh God…I'm sleeping…" He realized backing away from her. "And about time too you bastard." Freddy's voice hissed out of her mouth, her eyes turning black and demented. "I've been waiting for you to fall asleep. I've been waiting quite a while. Had to take my time and kill that other fucking whore."
"Why wait for me? What's so special about me?"
The Freddy-Karen played with his fingers, trying to decide an answer, "I'm not sure. I guess I just wanted to give you a personal home-welcoming present."
Harry kicked the desk at him, knocking him over. In Karen's innocent voice she said, "Harry! How could you do that to me?"
He began to step back, "You're not Karen. I know your tricks."
Freddy's voice returned, shaking his finger at him, "Ah but not all of them."
Harry ignored him and began to run to the door. He tried to open it again but it was still locked. He swore under his breath as Freddy got up. He ran at Harry, claws out and ready to thrash. Harry ducked and leapt out of the way, as Freddy knocked the door down. He trying to avoid him, Harry tried to run around him. He jumped over him and began to run. But Freddy lurched out his hand and pulled him down, smacking him to the floor. Freddy stood above him, "You can't run from your problems Harry. They'll all catch up with you eventually."
"You're not real. You aren't. I'm dreaming this is all a dream." He tried to tell himself. That never worked. Suddenly Freddy's claws ripped at his shirt, making small slits across his chest. Harry yelled and screamed, trying to fight the killer off. Freddy began to laugh menacingly. He picked up Harry by the neck, as he had done to Karen, and slammed him up against the lockers by the face. He could have sworn his nose was broken, and part of his glasses chipped. Harry's hand painfully reached up, grabbing the handles of one of them, and swinging it open. He smacked Freddy in the face, which made him let go. Harry didn't stop for one minute, he broke out into a straight run. There was an exit that led outside near him, he grabbed the handles and shook them roughly.
"Help! Wake me up! Somebody!" He cried to the ceiling, hoping someone might hear him in the real world. He saw that no one was in the building with him anymore. Freddy disappeared.
"Where are you!" Harry yelled, echoing loudly in the hallways. Then came Karen's voice again, it made him shiver, "Harry! Where are you?"
He looked around, turning to the left and than to the right. At the end of the hallway stood Karen, Danny, and Tiffany. All of which were dead. Tiffany was still in her bathing suit, her chest bursting out with guts and blood, and her leg with four large gashes dug deep in her flesh. Danny looked the same as he did last night, gutted from the stomach, with blood all over himself. And Karen, he hadn't seen her like this before, she had the slashes skewered across her throat. Her eyes were still black and devilish as her hands looked blue and corpsy.
"Look at what you've done Harry…" He heard her say. "You killed us all! You're the killer…"
"No! No this isn't real! Let me out!" Harry shouted, jerking at the handle bars again, trying to picture himself some place else. The three of them stepped forward, as an attempt to truly kill him.
"Why'd you tell us about him Harry? Why'd you let him kill us?"
Karen seemed to be the one leading the voices. It was like listening to a little girl, it was so disturbing. Harry didn't know what to do. He was horrified and in massive pain. His nose was dripping blood as his shirt was torn and ripped apart. The voices of the three victims only got closer, and driving him into a deeper pain.
Out of the silence in the classroom, Harry only started to scream in his sleep. Roger jumped half a mile in the air, and saw Harry collapse on the floor. His shirt was ripped apart, with spurts of blood coming from his chest. And in a sudden instant his nose was suddenly squished and the sounds of bones cracking ensued.
"Holy shit…" Roger gasped, struck with fear, not realizing what was happening. And like watching a repeat of the Exorcist, Harry began to jerk around on the floor by an invisible force. Roger knelt down, and began to shake him. He yelled at Harry to wake up, but his voice went unheard. "Mr. Sanders!" Roger shouted, leaving Harry on the floor and running out into the hallway. Roger yelled for the teacher, not sure whether to leave Harry by himself or not. When the teacher came striking down the hallway, Harry had flipped over, still yelling and screaming, still dreaming. They watched in horror as four long slashes bled across his back instantly, not knowing how this was happening.
"Go call 911 Roger. Hurry!"
Karen had been scanning the library achieves for ten minutes already, she was looking at the computers that sat in the middle of the building. She typed in the name Kruger, Fred and was surprised and yet nervous with all the results. There were articles and articles of information on the 'Springwood Slasher'. Karen read all of them more shocked and amazed with every article. 20 children were killed by him, brought to the power plant where he had worked and tortured in the boiler room. In 1966 he was arrested and two years later was trialed. But he apparently got off free because of technicality. And the parents of Springwood took matters into their own hands.
Burned to death in his lair of murder. And like her father had said, he had been dead for an alleged 19 years. But he was back. Back and more horrifying than ever. Then she found a few more articles about Elm Street from just three years ago. They had talked about three teenagers, Glen Lantz, Tina Gray, and Rod Lane, how all of them were mysteriously killed in their sleep. And how the soul survivor was one Nancy Thompson. The article claimed how crazy the girl was, how she kept blabbing to her father, Lt. Thompson, that they were all having nightmares about the previous Slasher. And how in a later article, it stated that she had escaped a mental hospital just a few weeks ago. No one knew where she was now.
By the time Karen looked at the clock in the library, she had realized she had been there for two hours. She had promised Tiffany she would be there at 4, almost an hour had past now. She got up, closing the files and hurried out of the library. As she walked down the stairs she heard sirens screeching down the street. An ambulance rushed by her, and sped down the street. Karen watched it drive down, take a left, and could hear the sirens slowly fade in the distance. She wasn't at all aware that it was going to Springwood High to save what was left of her boyfriend. Earlier she had heard another set of sirens while she was still in the library. It must have been quite a busy day for them, she figured.
Karen took her time getting over to Tiffany's. She had to tell someone of what she had found out about Kruger. It fascinated her. Karen walked up Pipercut Road and saw Tiffany's house at the end of the street. Her heart stopped as she also saw three police cars and another ambulance outside. Karen picked up her pace, sprinting down the sidewalk and stopping at the front of the house. She saw Mr. Andrews standing out back talking to the police frantically. And then she could see from the fencing of the backyard, the pool. It was a deep blood red. Karen could feel her books fall from her arm and scattered to the ground. The fence was open as there were officers coming in and out of the backyard. She slid through walking out back.
"Katharine what are you doing here!" She heard Becker's voice yell. She saw him come up to her left, pushing her backwards, "What happened? What happened to Tiffany? Is she dead?"
"There's nothing for you to see here Katharine. Get out of here."
But Karen jerked away from him and broke out across the lawn, running out near the pool. There were officers knelt down by the pool, inspecting the blood. And then there was a body sack, lying next to the table. Tiffany was inside. The sack was clear, Karen saw her friend, as dead as she could be.
"Katharine!" Becker shouted, following her up to the body. "What happened?" Karen said, turning to him, her face lost with distress. "Did she drown?"
"We aren't sure. We believe she was chased and thrown into the pool. And the murderer stabbed her in the leg so she couldn't swim away. We found her at the bottom, after a neighbor called in complaining about loud music and screaming."
"What about her Dad?"
"He didn't even know anything had happened. He's been in his office all day."
Karen looked down at Tiffany, the guilt building up inside. This was the obvious deed of Freddy. Why did she have to tell her about him? Why did she set her up for this death trap?
"Tiffany? Oh fuck what happened!" A new voice came. Karen and Becker saw Roger standing at the fence, trying to get an officer to let him in. "Roger…" Karen muttered, she left Tiffany's corpse and hurried across the lawn.
"Roger why are you here?" She asked. Roger stopped, surprised to see Karen here, "What happened to Tiffany?"
"She's dead." Karen put coldly. There wasn't any good way to say it, so she might as well be forward with herself. She past the officer, suddenly stopping and asking, "Where's my Dad?"
"Charlie? He's down at the school I think. Something happened there too."
Karen turned to Roger, hoping he'd answer for her, but he was still arguing with an officer who wouldn't let him see his deceased girlfriend. Karen sighed sadly, the fact of it all finally hitting her, and walked over to pick her books back up. She began to walk away from the scene, from all the terror when Roger came up to her.
"How'd she die Karen? They let you see her."
"Someone tried to drown her and stabbed her to death alright?" She said, the guilt purer than ever. "Oh God…he's everywhere…" Roger said, looking more horrified than she had ever seen him before. His freckles which normally made him cute and lively, just made him look sick. Even the gleam from his red hair was faded and mucky.
"Who Roger?"
He looked at Karen, his eyes filled with terror, as though he had seen a ghost and then another one a few minutes later. "Fred Kruger. He's real."
"How do you know about him?" Karen asked very sternly. Roger shook his head, unwilling to answer. Karen leaned forward, her face against his, "How do you know about Fred Kruger, Roger?"
But Roger didn't answer, he was too far gone in his own state of mind. "Roger!" She screamed at him. He looked at her finally, snapping out of it, "Get home Karen. Before he kills us next."
With that he departed. He jumped back in his convertible and sped off down the road, still seemingly in shellshock of this incident. Karen didn't wish to see them discard of Tiffany's body and began to walk down the street, hung hanging low, returning to her house. Karen sighed, getting a good long look at the house, and then at the neighborhood. She saw a car driving down the road, it was leaving. It was the Chrysler from last night. Karen was sure of it. Was it following her? Maybe it was her Dad in a secret police car, maybe he was spying on her. She didn't want to think about that. She just wanted to go home. Away from the house.
The walk seemed endless. Her best friend was dead. And why was Roger talking about Freddy? He of all people to believe in such stories. Something had happened at school. Maybe it had something to do with Harry. Oh God, where is Harry? She thought, another cord in her heart struck. Maybe he was at home, surely that was possible. He could just be waiting for her to call him. Yes, that had to be right. What else could have happened today?
Her thoughts were soothing, and Karen ran two blocks before approaching Elm Street. She stopped at the sign, breathing and exhaling deep breaths. She sadly walked up the street, on her side, not Harry's, and was disappointed to see that no one was at home. Well perhaps he was in town with is parents again. Karen returned to her own frightfully lonely house, unlocking the door and dropping her books off at the table. She went up stairs and took a cold shower. Once she finished, she fished through her closet looking for something more comfortable to wear. She put on a buttoned shirt and rolled up the sleeves. She brushed her hair in the mirror, staring at the dark brown haired girl, who had seen to many things.
Karen walked over to the windows, beginning to shut them for the day, when she saw it again. The Chrysler. It was blue, but this time someone was standing outside of the car, looking at the house. Karen shot away from the windows and rushed down the stairs, she was going to find out who this person was. Karen snuck out the back door and rushed down the stoup. The closer Karen got, the easier it was for her to see. It was a woman, in a long beige trench coat, her wavy locks hanging down behind her shoulders. She was looking at Harry's house now. The woman turned her head, when she heard Karen coming up behind her.
"Hey, wait a minute lady. Why the hell have you been following me?"
The woman turned to face her, she wasn't really that much older than Karen, probably three or four years that was all. She had a long white streak in her hair, that gave Karen an odd impression. Karen met her eyes, and saw her face. While for a moment she was swept with anger, ready to burst out at anyone, she was now surprised and vulnerable.
The woman said in a calm voice, "You're Karen Morgan, aren't you?'
She nodded her head, and said in an equally calm voice, "And you…you're…"
"I'm Nancy Thompson."
End of Part Two.
Ohhhh cliffhanger. I love doing that. Anyway please R&R and thanks again for reading!
