A few days after her dream encounter with Freddy, Blossom was again being walked home by her boyfriend following another of their dates when he suddenly noticed the bandage on her forearm.

"What happened to your arm?" he asked.

She bit her lower lip slightly, unsure of what to tell him.

"I had a dream the other night and I was attacked in my dream," she said after a few seconds of silence.

"Attacked by who?"

"It was a man and he said his name was Freddy," she replied.

"Did you just say Freddy did this to your arm, babe?"

"Yeah. Don't tell me you believe in him too."

"He has the ability to kill someone in a dream by turning their fears against them."

"What happens when he kills someone outside of a dream?"

"It varies on how powerful he is at the time."

"Freddy's not real. Don't be like either of my two younger siblings and buy into the fact that he is."

He reached for her bandaged arm and pulled it towards them so she could see it.

"if Freddy's not real, then explain how your arm got raked by his razor garbed glove deep enough to need a bandage, Blossom."

She tore her gaze away from the bandage on her right forearm.

"You're lucky that a deep cut along your forearm is the amount of damage Freddy did to you. You won't be as lucky the next time you encounter him in a dream."

He released his grasp on her bandaged forearm and they continued heading towards where her house was. Once they reached her house, they again paused on the doorstep.

"Just be careful when you dream tonight, okay. babe?"

She started to protest his warning but he quickly cut off her emerging protest by kissing her lips briefly before he pulled away.

"Promise me, okay?"

"I promise," she replied.

He smiled and gave her another quick kiss good night before he drew back and headed away from her house she watched. She finally entered the house and leaned against the door for a few seconds before she made her way to the second floor and the large bedroom with its three separate beds. But she was unaware of the terror that Freddy would inflict on her in her dream.

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After she and her siblings had each gone through their separate pre bedtime routines, Blossom was sleeping peacefully in her bed, when she began dreaming.

Blossom again found herself standing on the same landing that was in her previous dream, looking down the staircase at the small pool of blood that was slowly but steadily widening. As she continued to watch, a figure began rising out of the pool of blood and began making its way up the stairs towards her. She turned to flee from the blood drenched figure but found she wasn't able to move from the landing. A glance down at her feet soon told her why she couldn't move from the landing. A thick mound of red goop covered her bare feet and cemented her in place. She began struggling in an attempt to get herself out of the red goop covering her feet, but all that did was keep her in the same place on the landing. By this time, the blood coated figure had reached where she stood and drew back an arm in order to use the razor garbed glove on her.

She squeezed her eyes shut in anticipation of the razor covered glove raking across her chest or throat area, but it never reached her. Her eyes opened, only to see a young brunette woman around her age standing between her and the blood coated figure with the razors on the glove deeply embedded into the young woman's chest. The young woman used both hands to yank the razor garbed glove out of her chest before shoving the blood covered figure down the stairs. Both teenagers watched as the blood covered figure splashed into the pool of blood at the bottom of the stairs and began to be sucked into the pool of blood.

Once the figure had disappeared into the pool, the young brunette woman turned to Blossom and waved a hand over the mound or red goop that had kept her pinned in place, freeing the redhead from her prison.

"Who are you?" she questioned the brunette teenager.

"I'm Nancy," the brunette replied.

"What was with that blood covered figure?"

"That was one of Freddy's ways to reveal himself to his intended victim."

"That was the second time I've seen him."

"And he didn't try to kill you the first time?"

"No. He just wounded me the first time."

Blossom paused as she realized something.

"You should be dead by now, given the wound to your chest area."

Nancy shrugged.

"Freddy can't kill someone again and since I'm already dead..." she trailed off.

"In any event, I think you're about to be woken up by one of your two siblings," she added and started fading away.

The redhead's eyes snapped open at the not so subtle shaking she was receiving from her middle sibling and she frowned.

"I'm awake now. No need to keep shaking me," she said.

"You had another dream, didn't you, sis?"

"Yeah. And I would have died if someone else hadn't interfered."