Author's Note

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I have never done a fan fiction before, so I was quite thrilled to see someone else shared my views! I too saw that it might be he is breaking through the borders of the dream world, but it still seemed too convenient for him to be able to perform physical acts as a spiritual presence. I appreciate your feedback however. I have seen what you have written and I must say I am impressed by the quality of writing. I strongly suggest to others that you look over her work, even if you are not a fan of the movies. Her stories will blow you away! In any case, I would like to state in the author's note for this chapter a personal thank you for reviewing my work. I would love any feedback you or anyone else has. Thank you very much. And now, I introduce you all to the second chapter. Enjoy!

A Nightmare on Elm Street:

The Sandman Awaits

A story by

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Blackchain

Chapter 2

The Boogeyman of Springwood High...

The halls of Springwood High school were bustling with new gossip, which Nancy had no time to listen to. Ever since her nightmares had began, her grades in all of her classes have plummeted to an all time low. She would be too uneasy sitting in the open classroom, feeling that skin-crawling monster watching her. She left lights on in fear he might come out of the shadows. She just could not get a night's sleep without having that same dream. That same basement.

That same man.

Nancy's nightmares began a week ago, but she could not think of a single reason for it. She was fearful every time she felt like dozing off in class because she knew he would be waiting there. She was always too preoccupied with trying to stay awake that she could not keep her attention on her teachers. As a result she went in a single week from a straight A student to a B student, on a steady decline heading toward C+. If she did not solve the problem soon, her grades at the end of the year would so terrible she may not even graduate this year.

As she contemplated how to get her grades back up, the bell sounded and everyone rushed through the halls, pushing past her to get to each of their classes. In moments she was alone, standing by her locker in the hallway. She reached into her locker for her textbooks, but had a strange sense in her stomach all of a sudden. It was the same kind of feeling as being in free-fall over a chasm without a parachute. That perception of falling into horrors of unimaginable nature, and never being able to leave. Her hairs stood on end like a child stepping onto a theme park ride for the first time, chills ran through her like an electric current. Her anxiety grew as the passageway became silent, her heart pumping furiously. She had felt this before, but oddly she could not remember when. In fact, she could not remember getting dressed, eating breakfast, or making her way to school.

Her memories were gone.

Scouring the surrounding area in the height of her panic, she found to her dismay the classrooms had brick walls built into the doorways and wood planking over all the windows. Her eyes became teary and her heart was racing. She ran down the aisle seeking with all speed an open class, but every one of them was blocked off in one form or another. Some doors had been cemented off, others had disappeared entirely, but not one was open or unblocked. She began to tremble and sweat beaded down her brow. She began to feel that what she sought she would never find.

She began to hear something. A kind of scraping sound, like of knives cutting into wallboard.

The moment she turned her head she saw the blood, flowing like a crimson river across the floor. Hearing the splish-splash of the gore falling like tears from the eye holes of the slaughtered girls jumping rope and singing that same demonic chant.

"One, Two, Freddy's coming for you."

As she sped down the corridor with the haste of desperation, the sound of singing and scraping followed close behind her. She came to the end of the hall and found the custodian's closet, the door of which she threw open and ran inside. The grinding sound of the knives was coming closer and closer, but Nancy had no nerve left to look out of the door's vent. Instead, she cowered in the corner, assessing the best way she could find to wake up.

"It's a dream!" she told herself, "It's my dream. I need to wake up!"

She then felt a blade piercing her back, feeling the razor stabbing between her ribs and spilling her own blood, rolling down her chest A voice directly behind her spoke softly:

"No, it's my dream. It's your nightmare!"

The sound of Freddy's cackling echoed through the halls of the hellish high school once called Springwood. After his laughing only her screams could she hear as he ripped his blades out only to thrust them in again, over and over.

Nancy's body jolted awake from hearing her own cries of pain, which continued to echo throughout the classroom. The students around her wore faces of confusion and concern.

"Ms. Thompson! Calm down! What's the matter?" Mrs. McNeil cried out over Nancy's blood-curdling shrieks of agony and torment.

As Nancy's eyelids wrenched apart, her terror subsided and she was greeted by the disconcerted expressions of her 30 classmates. In fear and embarrassment she silently whispers to the teacher.

"May I be excused to the nurse's office?"

The teacher, uncertain what to do, nods acceptingly and stands aside as Nancy collected her books and hurriedly rushes herself to the office at the end of the hall. At the desk sits a thirty-seven year old woman with an unenthusiastic demeanor, sipping Earl Grey tea. Seeing the others waiting in the room, Nancy takes a seat near the window, pinching her arm so as not to fall asleep again. Even now she heard the voice of Freddy, cackling in his deep, devilish voice.

"You can't hide from me forever, Nancy Thompson."

No. She had to stay awake. She could not stand against those nightmares. They had already taken her nerve to walk without lights on. What would they take next?

Perhaps her sanity.

The next morning, after spending a sleepless night keeping her weary mind on the trivial matters of everyday life, Nancy begged her parents to take her to a psychiatrist. She needed a psychologically defined reason for her repeating visits to Freddy's fundamentally distorted world. If she couldn't find an answer, she might never get a nice, quiet night without enduring the torture induced by her good, pal Freddy.

Nancy had never really been to a psychiatrist before, but that had not stopped her from having a negative opinion on them. She believed that if someone checked the mind of every person at Springwood High, you are bound to find something perverse or corrupted in there no matter what. She had always dreaded the thought of meeting one of these doctors, but she still maintained that they are University Graduates, and so still capable of help, either through emotional analysis and contact or comforting her through the religious use of pharmaceutical products. If nothing else, maybe she can get a drug that could suppress her nightmares.

She arrived at twelve in the afternoon at the office of Psychologist Bernard Wilson. His analysis was comforting; he spent an hour questioning about "potential stressors" that could react negatively toward her. To ascertain the validity of this hypothesis, he decided to over analyze her entire life history, charging $300 for a session at the end of which he stated: "It is too soon to tell what the cause is of these bizarre dreams. You should come back every Friday for the next few months as I charge you the same amount per session as I interpret your dreams in order to investigate the deep recesses of your remarkably disturbed mind.

The next day, her mother called him, thanked him for his advise, declined his offer for more sessions, and asked him to refer her to a medical professional in the field of sleep deprivation.

"I would not have been so clean" Nancy thought to herself.

Thus she was roused, this sleepless nineteen year old girl, bright and early at seven o'clock for an appointment with a Doctor Karin Schiller at the Ohio Teaching Hospital of Mental Disorders. Or, as Nancy prefers to call it, the Institute of Hook-Her-Up-To-A-Machine-And-Have-Jello-Shots-As-She-Visits-Beelzebub's-Hellraising-Mentor. She dreaded returning to the boiler room, or the school for that matter, but the doctor informed her they could not do anything for her until there is definitive information on her mental condition during her REM Sleep Cycle.

Or something like that. Nancy had quite a bit of trouble catching everything in her exhaustion. Even standing was a major chore at this point. Her fatigue was debilitating; to keep herself awake she would pinch her skin so hard she would bleed down her arm. She would set her watch alarm to beep every five minutes so as to wake her if she were to accidentally fall asleep. She could barely function; she was simply not good at staying awake for so long. How did her friends do it?

In any case, here she sits. The area where the institute now rests used to be a church, until it was abandoned after several sightings of haunting imagery, such as ripped up people hanging from nooses and shadows that come for the spectators . Needless to say, she did not feel any amount more comfortable going into her nightmares upon hearing such chilling information.

"Don't worry. We will monitor your brain waves and physical reactions closely. We will wake you if you begin moving erratically, or if we find anything significant." the good doctor said, his eyes almost expressing pity.

Nancy answered with a tired, affirmative nod. She lay down on the sleep lab bed, her eyes scanning the wires leading to the sensors all over her face. The suction cups held on her face tightly, as if they were fingers caressing her skin. No, that thought only brought her thoughts to Freddy and his hellish razor glove. Many times he had caressed her skin before his evil cackle penetrated her shock and echoed in her mind as his razors slashed across her body in blood-hungry savagery..

"I'm coming for you, you fucker." Nancy thought to herself.

She was laying on the bed but her eyes refused to close, fearful of sleep. Fearful of Freddy. Even as she tried to close her eyes, attempting to bring the lead weights on her eyelids to rest, her mind screamed "NO!" and pried the eyes back open. She was certainly tired, as sleep deprived as could be, but she would not let herself dream.

She sat up, her eyes downcast, inspecting the cloth blanket resting upon her legs.

"I don't think I can sleep guys. Sorry."

Her eyes lifted to find the separate room behind the glass empty, devoid of personnel. Confused she looked around the room.

Standing in the corner was a little girl in a blue dress, staring at her with pupiless eyes. Crimson tears fell from the child as she mouthed a word, over and over. The same word, stuck in a loop of time.

"Murder"

Nancy, not sure whether to scream of run, sits in the bed, bolted upright like a chair fastened to the floor. The child then begins to hum a tune. A familiar tune.

"One, two, Freddy's coming for you"

Nancy shrieks as loud as she could, knowing full well that the world had already lost her and that no one could help her.

Then more singing to the right, by the window.

No, It was no longer a window, but a mirror. And inside the mirror she saw to her horrid dismay the bleeding skipping girls. Their eye holes, lidless, sought out her soul with the blackness that stands over the brink of the pits of hell, waiting for her to join them, their hands motioning slowly, inviting her to the depths of horror.

She felt hands grasping her legs like shackles, but saw no one. Dragging her across the floor toward the mirror, the invisible man holds her down before the mirror. Her eyes could not shut, as if the thing holding her down was forcing her eyes open. Her eyes stared deeply into the mirror, which abruptly burst in flame, not the mirror, but the scene inside it. She watched in stunned silence as the substance of the mirror became like that of boiling water, bubbles bursting forth from the mirror, melted glass splattering to the tiled floor. Her legs feel like they are burning already as the fires consume the girls as they scream in brutal agony and cry for help, their faces peeling like dried paint, skin on their hands dissolving off their bones, hair scorched to their scalps. Nancy cried out for them, adding to the tears and pain that the fire produced, and from the lake of flame that bathed and licked the flesh of the wailing girls rose the withered carcass of the Baron of Blood.

"I told you Nancy. You cannot escape your nightmares."

His smile stretched from ear to ear, the blood-soaked teeth accentuated by his burned flesh.

"Wake me up! Let me out!" Nancy screamed, and as her tears flew she saw the blood flowing over the tile work of the lab floor.

"No one can hear you, Nancy. No one can stop their dreams"

The blades tore through her neck and she could feel the cold steel tearing her throat in half, the blood pouring from her slit neck.

"You know the greatest part for me, Nancy?"

Her eyes began to blacken and her eyesight left her in the darkness with the unmerciful hellion. Her eyes were open, but she could not see.

"You can't die in a dream."

A million deep laughs pierced her heart, forcing out screams of untold agony as her resident fiend ripped the claws back and forth across her chest, tearing through her soft flesh while his cackling resounded through the laboratory.

"Wake up, Nancy!

Screaming continued as her vision returned. She could still feel the razors ripping apart her muscle and scraping across her bones. She felt the insides of her stomach being eviscerated, and yet she was gone from the dream. The doctor was screaming at her, yelling. Her ears tuned out her own shrieks of torture and tuned in his speech.

"There is nothing wrong! It's just a dream!"

Her screams stopped, her breathing slowed, and her heartbeat ended it's rampage.

"So Doc, what did you find!" She asks, frantically reaching for him like a child wishing to be held.

He hesitates.

"Well..."

"Yes?"

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing."

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Sorry guys! Life catches up to us all. The new chapter really will be available on January 30th, 2012. I Have extensive work to do over the holidays. See you all again then!

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Sincerest apologies,

Blackchain