Freddy's POV

I feel the presence of a child in my domain.

It feels like my body is full of live wires on short curcuit mode...Images flood my mind; I don't understand.

I feel a cruel smile playing near the corner of my lips.

I take in my surroundings and notice I'm at the power plant.

I'm alone here.

Or so I think...

I move to the rail of the catwalk; the rail is to my immediate left.

I glance down at the boiler room.

The pipes hum in perfect harmony.

I chuckle.

The happy humming of the pipes being such a contrast to the red light and state of delapidated disarray the plant is in.

I sigh deeply, or maybe contentedly.

It's gorgeous, the boiler room is.

Crap.

The live wires are active again, sparking on over load.

Somehow, I know this means I'm close.

'To what?' I ask myself

It feels like I've been smacked in the face, as I remember the child.

I smile again, no, wait, I've grinned and am still bearing it.

I grin wider.

This deadly little game of cat-and-mouse is fun.

And beileve me, it's deadly.

I sneak stealthily over to the rusty rail.

It's waist high, and seems sturdy enough for me to lean over, but I double check to be sure.

The rust cuts me as I run my finger over the metal.

I flinch, but otherwise ignore it.

After a moment I'm satisfied.

I lean over carefully surveying the boiler room.

I happen to look down at my hands.

I'm surprised to see a leather glove with blades on the fingertips.

Power surges through my body.

It feels real good.

I quickly turn to stare at a tangle of pipes, behind which, I see a pink nightgown.

The child!

I knew it! I'm so close!

I beckon for her to step fully into the light.

The raw power is building up in my gloved hand.

It's over taking my senses, I can't think straight, I can only think 'KILL HER!', pure ectasy, I'm living in the moment, she's moving slowly out of the shadows! And...

I feel nothing.

I'm awake.

I roll over on my stomach. Bury my head in the pillow, and mumble about how:

"I'll get you next time!"

The power in my fingertips is deminishing slowly.

Natrually, I grumble about that to.

I sigh shallowly.

I'd only been dreaming- and dreams aren't real...right?

I hear something in the distance and prop myself up.

A thump maybe?

Oh well, I doesn't matter.

I lean back on the pillow and shut my eyes for just a second...

I start awake, as soft, little hands push on my stomach.

"What's wrong Kat?" I ask into the still darkness.

She exhales quickly like she's releived and pushes on my stomach once more.

It's the universal sign all parents know; it simply means 'move it...NOW'.

She pushes me as best she can.

I move the rest of the way trying not to wake Loretta up.

I congradulate myself.

I have successfully managed to arrange Kat and myself comfortably, while not waking Loretta up.

Few Father's accomplish this feat in their lifetimes...I'm like super Dad or something...

I shudder.

Or not.

Kat slides closer to me; she's now a second skin.

It getting hot in here just like in the...

'STOP IT!' I firmly tell myself.

Loretta scoots over closer to me too, drapeing her arm over my chest.

Now, I'm officially stuck...

The human sandwich.

I sigh again; It definitely doesn't suck to be me.

I absentmindedly run my fingers through Kat's hair not realizing she's asleep until I hear her rythmic breathing.

Utter calm washes over meas I relax.

I didn't need her to tell me it was a nightmare that sent her running to me and her Mommy's room.

One seemed to plauge her every night.

I try to drift back off.

I can't.

I'd give over without a fight if it did happen to seize me though.

The clock reveals I'll have to leave for work in an hour.

I feel nausious.

I don't ever want to set foot in the power plant again.

I have to suck it up for my family's sake.

It was just a silly dream...that was all to vivid...

I lay here quietly being as still as possible studying my daughter and wife in turns.

I may not get to see them tomorrow night.

As I listen to their snores, I feel detached.

Until recently, I knew who I was...It seems I've lost myself these last couple months.

I've been having sick and twisted thoughts lately.

Kat snuggles closer to me still and I wrapp my arms around her...My little girl.

"I love you Daddy." She murmers dreamily.

"I love you too Princess." I whisper back, not sure she even heard.

I feel guilty knowing I'll be gone when she wakes up again.

Like I'm only a dream myself...

Or, more accurately...

A nightmare.

Of course, if my dreams come true, I'd be...A Nightmare on Elm Street.

Suddenly, Kat sits straight up and grabs my hand.

"Kat?" I whisper with a sleepy edge to my voice...I'm an amazing actor...

I hear her gasp when she runs a finger over the spot I...CUT MYSELF!!!!

This means that I.....

I smile and start to chuckle.

So, I really am the Nightmare on Elm Street?...