DISCLAIMER

NOES belongs to Wes Craven and New Line Cinema. I change some dialogue because of content and also add to fit in with the story. Since they never really show Glen's yard all that much, I'm taking some liberties.

Glen was lying on his bed when he heard the phone ring. He removed one of his headphones and listened. When the phone rang again, he answered it.

"Hello?" he asked.

"Hi," he heard girlfriend say.

"Oh. Hi. How you doin'?" he questioned.

"Fine," she answered. "Stand by your window so I can see you. You sound a million miles away," she requested. Glen did as she asked.

"That's much better," she smiled.

"I see your mom went ape at the security store. You look like the prisoner of Zender or somethin'," he joked. "How long has it been since you slept?" he asked more seriously.

"Coming on the seventh day," she told him. Glen's face became disapproving. "It's okay. I checked. The Guinness record's eleven," she assured. Glen didn't know what to say to that. He was seriously beginning to think that his girlfriend was losing it.

"Listen Glen, Rod and I know who he is," Nancy told him.

"Who?" Glen asked.

"The killer," Nancy said.

"You do?" Glen queried.

"Yes. And if he gets me and Rod, I'm pretty sure you're next," Nancy told him.

"Me?" Glen repeated. "Why would anybody want to kill me?" he questioned hotly.

"Don't ask!" Nancy exclaimed. "Just give me and Rod some help nailing the guy when I bring him out," she continued.

"Bring him out of what?" Glen asked. What in the world was Nancy talking about?

"My dream," Nancy replied, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. There was a beat of silence, and then Glen sighed.

"How do you plan to do that?" he questioned.

"Just like I did the hat. Have a hold of the sucker when you and Rod wake me up," Nancy told him.

"Look, wait a minute. You can't bring somebody out of a dream," Glen stated.

"If I can't, you can all relax because it's just a case of me being nuts," Nancy declared.

"Yeah, well, I can save you the trouble. You're nutty as a fruitcake," Glen responded. "But I love you anyways," he added.

"Good," Nancy smiled. "Then you won't mind braining this guy when I bring him out," she said.

"What?" Glen asked, his voice sharpening. They were back to this again?

"You heard me. I grab the guy in my dream, you and Rod see me struggling, so you wake me up. We both come out, you whack the sucker, and we got him," Nancy proclaimed.

"Are you crazy? Hit him with what?" Glen questioned.

"You're the jock. Use a baseball bat or something," Nancy answered. "Just meet me at my porch at midnight," she told him. Then, "Oh, and meanwhile…"

"Meanwhile?" Glen prompted.

"Whatever you do…don't…fall…asleep," Nancy cautioned. Glen fell silent. She sounded so serious.

"Midnight?" Nancy checked in a soft, hopeful voice. Glen hung up and walked back to his bed. He blew out a breath. He couldn't believe he just agreed to this.

"Oh, man. Midnight, baseball bats, and boogeymen. Beautiful," he said to himself, slipping his headphones back on and settling down on the bed. In her room, Nancy sat at her desk, looking at a picture of her and her friends. Krueger had taken Tina away from them, and he had almost gotten Rod. This ended here and now. She wasn't going to let this freak win. She'd kill him, no matter what. She sighed and placed the picture on the side of her dresser. For you, Tina. We'll get him for you, she silently promised. Then, she took a handful of pills and gulped them down. Back at Glen's, Mrs. Lantz knocked on his door.

"Glen?" she asked. She got no response. "Honey?" she asked again, knocking. She opened it, hearing music from the television. "Glen?" she questioned. She turned off the t.v.

"Glen?" she asked, shaking his shoulder. Glen jumped back in fright. He looked up and removed his headphones.

"How can you listen to television and hear your records at the same time?" she wondered in slight exasperation.

"Oh, I wasn't listenin' to the tube, Ma, just watchin'," he answered. "Miss Nude America's gonna be on tonight," he added with a slight smile.

"Well, how can you hear what she's going to say?" Mrs. Lantz challenged.

"Who cares what she says?" Glen responded.

"Don't be such a smart guy," his mother scolded. "I want you to go to bed," she said, ruffling his hair. "It's almost midnight. Goodness knows we've all had a lot to deal with these past few days," she stated.

"I will, Mom," Glen assured. "You guys turnin' in?" he asked.

"Pretty soon. Now get to bed," she commanded. Glen sighed and messed up his hair with his fingers. Then, he looked at the clock. Eleven-forty-two. Only about fifteen minutes until he had to meet Nancy and Rod. He could do that. He could stay awake for fifteen minutes…couldn't he? He let out a scoff. Of course he could. Back at the Thompson house, Marge was saying goodnight to daughter.

"It's over now, baby. The nightmare's over. Please," she whispered.

"Okay," Nancy agreed with a nod. Marge stroked her daughter's hair lovingly. Then, she rose from her kneeling position, took the mug and coffee pot, and walked out of the room, shutting off the light. Almost immediately, Nancy rose out of her bed and poured herself another cup of coffee. She changed into a shirt and then stared at Glen's bedroom. To her annoyance, Mr. Lantz was standing outside, staring at her. She pulled down the blind. Mrs. Lantz joined her husband on the porch and followed his gaze. Then, she leaned into him.

"You shouldn't stare," she scolded.

"You know what I think?" Mr. Lantz asked. "I think that kid is some kind of lunatic," he continued.

"Oh. You shouldn't talk that way about that poor child," she chided. "You mean those bars?" she asked. Her husband didn't answer. "Marge is just being cautious with her being all alone and Nancy acting so…nervous lately," she explained.

"I don't care what you say. I don't want that kid hanging around with our son anymore," he proclaimed. In her room, Nancy was once again sitting at her desk. The slashes on her arm began to seep through the bandage and she mopped up the blood with some Kleenex. She checked the window and then headed for the door. When she checked the hall, she saw her mother getting herself another liquor bottle. The woman gulped down the content of the container. She closed the door. She'd have to wait a few more minutes until the woman was passed out. In the meantime, she could wake up Glen. She sat at her desk and dialed the number. It rang. However, Glen was fast asleep and didn't hear the ringing.

"Glen, come on. Answer the phone," Nancy encouraged. It was his parents, however, who heard the jangling.

"Hello?" Mrs. Lantz asked. She sighed. "Just a minute," she said. She turned to her husband. "It's her. She wants to talk to Glen," she reported.

"About what?" he wondered. It was nearly midnight for crying out loud.

"What's this about, Nancy?" Mrs. Lantz queried. She listened for a few seconds. "Just a minute," she requested and then turned back to her husband. "She says it's private. Very private and very important," she told him. The man walked up to his wife.

"Give me that," he instructed, taking the phone. "Glen's asleep. You'll have to talk to him tomorrow," he said brusquely. And then hung up. His wife looked at him in shock. "You've just got to be firm with these kids, that's all," he explained. "Let's go," he said. Then, he got an idea. "As a matter fact…" With that, he took the phone off the hook. The dial tone buzzed. Nancy redialed and was met with the buzzing sound. Then, with a curse, she hung up and went to the window.

"Glen, don't fall asleep," she called. Then, she went back to the phone and dialed a different number.

"Yeah?" she heard Rod's voice asked.

"Rod, I can't reach Glen anymore. All I get is a busy signal," she reported.

"I'll check it out," the boy promised.

"Thanks," she said. Then, they hung up. With a sigh, she sat on the bed. The phone rang.

"Glen? Rod?" she asked. There was a screeing sound. She removed the phone from her ear and stared at it. The screeing continued.

"NOOOOOOO---OOO!" she shrieked, yanking the cord out of the phone. Then, what she had just done hit her. "Oh, brilliant. What if Glen or Rod try to call?" she berated herself, as she wrapped the cord around the phone. She headed for the door. As soon as she sat foot in the hall, the phone rang. She froze. It rang again. She walked back into her room. As the phone rang, she picked up the cord. How is this possible? she wondered. She picked up the receiver.

"Hello?" she asked.

"I'm your boyfriend now, Nancy," she heard Krueger rasp. There was a kissing sound and the man's tongue materialized on her phone. With a shriek at the contact, Nancy dropped the phone and proceeded to smash it with her feet. She panted and ran her fingers through her hair. "My boyfriend?" she asked. What did he mean? Not Rod. They weren't together. Then it hit her. With a gasp, she headed downstairs. She tried the front door, but found it locked. She gave an exclamation of frustration.

"Locked. Locked, locked, locked. I locked it all up," Marge said drunkenly. "I had to. Nancy, you are going to get some sleep tonight if it kills me," she told her daughter. The girl approached the couch.

"Give me the key, Mother," Nancy demanded.

"I can't. I don't even have it on me," Marge responded, lifting the belt of her robe as proof. Nancy cursed again and hit the side of the couch. Meanwhile, Rod had managed to reach Glen's house in record time. He found a tree near Glen's window and climbed it. Luckily, Mr. Lantz hadn't fixed the faulty lock on his son's window yet. Rod quietly swore. The idiot had fallen asleep. He opened the window and crept up to his friend's bed.

"Glen?" he asked, putting a hand on his shoulder. Glen opened his eyes.

"Hey, man. I---" Rod's voice died as he felt something underneath his arm. He and Glen looked down to see a red shirt-sleeve snake around Glen's waist.

"No!" the boys shouted. Rod grabbed Glen's shoulders and tried to pull his friend upward. "No! Help! Mom!" he shouted, grabbing the side of his bed in an effort to rise.

"Mrs. Lantz! Help me!" Rod added.

"Pull me up!" Glen cried.

"I'm trying!" Rod shouted. He pulled his friend forward again and the boy cried in pain as his stomach connected with the four razors. Rod gave once last yank, and managed to pull Glen away from Krueger. The man roared in anger, and then disappeared. Rod cradled Glen's body into his lap.

"Glen," he said, pressing his arm against the wound. "You just gotta hold on, man. For Nancy," he encouraged. Having had heard the shrieks, Mrs. Lantz ran into the room. She gasped.

"Get me somethin' to stop the blood," Rod requested.

"Wha---" Mrs. Lantz gasped.

"I need somethin' for the blood! Get me a towel or somethin!" Rod shouted. Unnerved, the woman went to do what he was told. Glen started to say something.

"Ssshhhh, ssssshhhhh, ssssshhhh. Don't speak, man," Rod told him.

"W---watch out…for…Nancy," Glen whispered.

"Yeah, man. You know I will," Rod promised. Glen drew in a ragged breath.

"Up yours---" he began.

"With a twirling lawnmower," Rod finished. Glen sighed again, and then closed his eyes.

"Glen?" Rod asked. Nothing. "Glen?" he asked again. He gently shook him, and then he knew. His friend was dead. Rod's eyes clouded and his head lowered sadly. How was he going to tell Nancy he had failed? In her living room, Nancy shrieked and ran her fingers through her hair. Rod had been too late. She didn't know how she knew this, but she did. Krueger had taken another of their group.

"GLE----E----E---E---E---EN!" Nancy wailed.