Chapter 4
Author's Note: This contains what I think Nancy dreamed about at the clinic in the first NOES.
Nancy's POV
The hotel room was small and cramped. There was only one cramped bathroom, two tiny separate bedrooms, and a small stove in the way back of the bijou living room. It was late at night, so we all decided to just go to bed. Rose took the bedroom that had the smaller bed and Freddy and I took the bedroom kitty-corner from the bathroom.
I soon had a weird dream.
I was in and old church and I had no idea where I was going even though it felt like I've been there before. All I could hear were the cries of what sounded like two children in the near distance. I followed the cry to a door that I found was locked from the children's side. I broke down the door and saw a boy and a girl in the room tied up. Neither of the kids looked older than eight. The boy was scratched up and only staring at me with a pleading look in his bright green eyes. There was also a little girl tied up with light blonde hair and blue eyes. "Save us mommy," the two children whimpered.
"Don't worry kids," I said. "Mommy will save you." I had no idea what was happening. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Nancy?" My mind was asking. "You don't know these kids." But I just kept on running down the halls of the church, both of the kids scoped in my arms.
I hastily kept looking through out the whole church for an exit, but they were all blocked off. I soon saw Akki coming to me, her eyes red with anger. "Did you really think you could save your children?" she asked eerie like.
"I don't even know these kids," I stuttered.
"Of course you do, these are your children, after all."
"My children?" I mumbled to myself.
"You heard me right. They're your children. The two skeletons you're holding in your arms right now."
"Skeletons what the…" I looked sown at my arms to see the two children were now nothing but dusty skeletons in my arms. I screamed.
"Now you're next," Akki hissed. She slowly kept coming closer to me as I crawled away and screamed.
I opened my eyes to hear Freddy screaming my name. "Holy shit! Are you okay, Nancy?" Freddy asked. "You were moving violently and screaming. What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"Just a weird dream," I muttered. I took a look at the clock; it was 7:42 AM. I went to the bathroom and splashed water on my face.
Rose came into the bathroom. "Mommy, are you okay?" she asked.
"Just a weird dream," I muttered yet again.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Freddy and Rose asked simultaneously.
I sat down with the two of them and told them every part of the dream. "Mine were worse," Freddy mumbled.
I glared at him and growled, "This isn't about comparing nightmares, Freddy."
"Anyway, did you say that the kids in your dream were saying that you were their mother?"
"Yes, why does that matter?"
"Did they say anything about the father?"
"Uh…no they never say anything about the father."
"Oh, okay then." Nobody asked any more questions in the hotel room.
We were back in Cincinnati by mid afternoon. It felt good to be back at the house. All I wanted to do was get that damn nightmare out of my head. "Did you recognize the church at all?" Freddy asked knowing that the nightmare was still obviously in my head.
"Not really," I replied hazily. "But I did feel I was there before." I poured a cup of coffee and tried to take a sip, but my hands were way to shaky.
"Mom you need to calm down," Rose sighed. "These nightmares aren't good for you. You learned that with dad."
"I sure did."
Freddy only sighed. This didn't seem to bother him too much. Probably because he knew it was true. We never did talk about the past very much, but neither of us could go a day without at least thinking about it.
Freddy then asked, "Do you remember that time at the clinic when you were a teenager, Nancy?"
I never really thought about that until he brought it up. But when he did I remembered everything clearly…
I was in the clinic nearly asleep with quite a few fucking wires glued and taped to my head. I found myself to be back in the clinic. I thought I was awake. I soon found that that wasn't the case. I was soon following a trail of what I thought was blood. It led me back to Freddy's boiler room. The words my mother said to me before I fell asleep rang in my head, "Things are going to be fine, Nancy."
"The fuck they will be," I grumbled to myself.
I soon heard the screeching of Freddy's knives and his laugh fill the room. I kept stepping back slowly. Soon Freddy came out from behind me and tackled me down. We struggled for quite some time until Freddy finally dug his claws into my left arm. I tried to grab his head but only succeeded in grabbing his hat before he got off of me and tried to go after me again. "It's only a dream you twisted asshole!" I screamed in his face.
Freddy only chuckled at this and tried to go for me again. But before he could, the employees at the clinic and my mother had woken me up.
"Nancy, are you okay?" my mother asked.
I had no time to answer. One of the nurses came to me with a needle full of anesthesia. "Get that thing away from me!" I screamed as I knocked the needle out of the nurse's hand. My left arm was uncovered and I saw the cuts Freddy left on my arm.
"Oh my God," my mother screamed. "Get her something for her arm!" The nurse came back with gauze and started working on my arm. Mother soon saw the brown fedora I had in my hand. "Where did you get this?" she asked as she grabbed it out of my hand.
My eyes widened in realization. "I grabbed it off of his head," I whispered…
I rolled up my sweater sleeve to see that those deep cut were now scars. Freddy took his gloved hand and started to lightly rub the scars. I sometimes wondered if he went back to that day also. "Well do you remember or not?" Freddy asked.
I looked up at him as I took his gloved hand. "I remember," I whispered. "I really do."
