So, hallo, another chapter. :D I was never writing so much before, but that would be probably my current obsession with Nightmare on Elm Street. Anyway, I thank you all for the reviews, even if it was only to point out the bad things in my story. I know the first chapter is a lot OOC, it was just my idea and I will probably change it in the future. I especially thank to Darkness Takes Over that she stopped by to read my story, she's kind of my idol when it comes to NOES fanfictions. Anyway, let's continue with the story. I am planning the bus scene from the second movie in the next chapter.

Chapter 4.

After pacing her room aimlessly for the last ten minutes, she finally sat back on the bed, thinking about the situation she was in. Gently, she touched the red lines on her neck. Fortunately, it wasn't that bad, it still hurt, but she was sure there won't be any scars. What scared her was what she would get next time. She didn't have a problem to believe what was right in front of her, there was no way she could get those wounds in some other way, which meant that somehow, she could get really hurt in her dreams and it will be passed into the real world. That also meant that she could be killed. She shivered at the thought. It was no doubt that he wanted to kill her, and, in fact, she didn't really blamed him for that, after all, she was an unfinished work for him.

She glanced at the clock on the wall, it was shortly after two, and she really didn't want to go to sleep now. She wasn't foolish, she knew that not going to sleep will only make things worse for her, but what other option did she have, if she couldn't find a way to stop him, somehow? Other than leaving town, and she didn't want that, she was happy here.

She suddenly remembered what he was saying. About the boy from that house, Jesse. She met him in school already, although they didn't talk much. He was a rather calm, quiet boy, she could like him. What exactly did Freddy said about him? That the boy is going to be his ticket back to the playground. What could he possibly mean by that? She realised that if she really wanted to do anything, she needed some answers. Who was that girl, Nancy, he was talking about? Kaelen sighed, as she headed down the stairs into the kitchen to drink some water.

...

Jannet couldn't sleep that night either, she was having a terrible headache that woke her up. Getting up, the woman was slowly making her way towards the bathroom to find some pills, when she noticed light coming from the downstairs. Curious, she descended the stairs and entered the kitchen, where she saw her daughter, sitting in a chair, looking somehow shaken, drinking quickly from a glass of water.

"Darling, what are you doing down here? You should be in bed." she said, and she saw her daughter turning to her. For a short moment, Kaelen was just staring at her hesitantly, before she suddenly asked. "Mum, what exactly happened to Freddy Krueger all those years ago?" she shot the question quickly, but it still made a huge effect. Jannet's eyes widened in shock. "Why... why are you asking about it dear? I told you he left the town, we never found him."

The way her daughter looked at her was strange, and she didn't like it at all, but, she couldn't know, how could she? It was an old history now, no one was talking about Fred Krueger anymore, everyone involved in that night was just trying their best to forget, they were trying for the last ten years. Suddenly, she was torn from her thoughts by another question from her daugher.

"Who was Nancy, mother?" Jannet was starting to feel slightly uncomfortable. "What, did you hear something in school? Dear, Nancy lived here, five years ago on 1428. Poor girl, her friends were killed in few days, even her own boyfriend. They say she saw it happen through the window, and that... she wasn't the same since that. Her mother commited suiside only a few days after that and then the poor girl was taken to a psychiatric hospital." she sighed and looked at her daugher.

"Was that the reason why we moved away?" she didn't answer immediately this time. The fact is, she wasn't really sure why she wanted to leave the town, but she didn't want to tell Kaelen what rumours were circling town for those few horrible days. That one of the Nancy's friends, Tina, were presumably killed by her boyfriend, Rod, and the boy commited suiside in his cell at the police station later. That the bars on the windows were placed because her mother thought she was going insane after she claimed that the kids were killed by Freddy Krueger, in their dreams. It was impossible of course, and she didn't want to bother her daugher with those awful tragedies.

...

Kaelen was waiting patiently for an answer, but she knew already that her mother was not telling her everything. She surely couldn't tell her that she heard the truth from Freddy himself, that would make her look totally nuts, or if not, it would make her mother leave the town like the last time. She knew her mother would not tell her anything, and it was not a good idea to push it too much. She would have to get her answers elsewhere. Suddenly, her mother gave her a nod, as to answer her last question. "Yes, I just thought that a change of scenery might be good for both of us. You must understand sweetie, it was really a terrible week."

Kaelen nodded, and stood up. "I understand, mum. I think I will go back to bed now." she said, and went over to hug her mother. "Good night, mum." she said, and climbed the stairs, wondering what exactly will she do until the morning.

The next day, she was walking the school corridor, when she noticed Jesse sitting on one of the benches along the walls, alone, and she smiled. They boy always had this strange, almost faraway look in his eyes, but there was something more this time. He was showing signs of a growing tiredness, like if he had some trouble sleeping.

"Hi." she greeted him, and calmly approached him with a smile. He twinched his head in her direction and for a moment, his eyes widened in confusion. "Oh, hi. I'm sorry." he said. "I wasn't paying attension, I guess."

"It's alright. Hey, you look... well, you look tired." she said and looked at him.

"Yeah, uh... I haven't been sleeping well, there's something wrong with the air-conditioning system in our home."

She nodded. "You live in 1428? The house with the bars?"

"Yeah. It's weird, isn't it? I have no idea, why would someone put a bars there, but dad said he would do something about them soon."

"Well, that's good. I was just wondering, do you know something about the previous owners? I mean, it's strange that the house wasn't sold for five years."

"I know, that's what I was asking too. But my father don't know anything, at least he would not tell me. Look, it was nice talking to you, but I have to go now. Maybe we'll speak again." he smiled, and then he stood up, and strode of in the classroom. Kaelen was watching the leaving boy, before he vanished, and then she walked through the school into the library. There was a section of old newspapers she wanted to search through. Digging deep, she soon found the name she was looking for, but what she found was really nothing that she didn't know already, a lot a disturbing images and descriptions of his crimes, some articles about his trial. And then she found something interesting. There were some old articles that spoke about a fire in his house, an unfortunate fire they said, probably caused by an accident, but it was enough to comfirm what Krueger said. Accident, she snorted inwardly. Of course. Anyway, she couldn't find anything else, so she returned the papers where they were, and started thinking. She didn't need to know who he was, she needed to know what he was now, and how she could stop him. She felt like the key to those answers were the girl, Nancy, but God knows where she was now. But perhaps there is something in her house, something she left behind that could help her.

She didn't think that she could do anything else here, and so she left the building and went home. Her mother was already back today, and she seemed cheerful, in a good mood. Kaelen glanced at her mother with a curious expression, then she went over to take some bisquits from a basket in a small closet in the corner of the kitchen. She glanced at her mother again briefly, and then she went outside and sat on a bench with her pack of chocholate treats. It was another nice day, and she was just sitting there, enjoying the weather, and the taste of chocholate in her mouth. She always loved chocholate, so much that it could be considered an addiction.

She looked around, and her eyes fell on the field behind the house, where Snowflake was once living. She was wondering if the pony was in good hands, she would surely deserve it. The field was now slowly being overgrown by wild flowers and weeds. It looked kind of nice to Kaelen, but she would rather see a horse grazing on that greenery. She was hoping that maybe... in few days, her twentieth birthday would be and she was looking forward to it. Her mother didn't really said anything, but perhaps she would be lucky and she would get a new friend.

Just sitting there, she didn't even realised falling asleep, until the atmosphere changed. Suddenly, the air was strangely heavy, and a strong wind started to blow. She turned her head to look at her house, and she gasped when she didn't see her own house, but the house where Jesse was living, Elm Street 1428. Although, the house seemed slightly different then how she saw it before. Of course, she though to herself after a few seconds of looking at the house. The bars were gone. Part of her wanted to explore inside, but she wasn't sure if that was a good idea, she had a feeling that this house has some terrible dangers inside. Suddenly, she heard the sounds of the coming storm, a lightning has struck somewhere unpleasantly close to her, and then, a splash of cold rain hit her face. She knew it was just a dream, but it felt real, and if she hated something more than a blazing sun, it was a rain.

And so, she ran towards the red door, opened it and slipped inside. As she closed the door, all the sounds of the storm suddenly stopped, there was a complete silence in the house, unnatural silence. She suddenly felt scared, and wanted to get out, even into the storm, but when she opened the door, and stepped through, she found herself in the entrance hall again. Trying to open the door once more, she found out it was impossible now.

Fine, so he wanted her to stay here. She turned around slowly towards the dark hallway. Faintly, in a distance, she could hear something, a singing. Some soft, high pitched voices were singing something. Slowly, carefully, she followed the sound, and she arrived in a kitchen. The voices got louder and she could finally make out the words.

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

She looked around, and found a door that led somewhere down, descending a long set of stairs she could see a light coming from around the corner.

Three, four, better lock your door...

There was a furnace, flames were seen though the grating, making the air around the furnace hot and difficult to breathe.

Five, six, grab your crucifix...

Suddenly, some door opened to her left, behind the boiler, and she walked through them, ending up in a room. It was similar as to the room where she was before, but here, on the walls, there were photos, articles, she could see this room served as a memory room, a kind of a shrine to his crimes.

Seven, eight, gonna stay up late...

And then, she noticed something on the table under a small window. A rather large book in black leather. She strode over and opened it, seeing even a bigger collection of his reminders of the children he has killed.

Nine, ten, never sleep... AGAIN!"

She jumped when the last word of the rhyme was almost screamed by the menacing, growling voice. She spun around to face Freddy Krueger once again, but there was no one. Closing her eyes for a second, as she was recovering from the shock, she raised her hand to readjust the glasses on her nose. She should have probably seen that coming, but just then, she was suddenly pushed on the ground by a strong, brutal force, and the glassed fell out of her hand. Fortunately, they didn't broke, but it took her a few moments to find them. She could hear him laughing that maniacal laugh of his and she sweared under her breath.

Great, so now he was going to play with her, just perfect. She got to her feet and walked back to the staircase. She looked up and slowly started to raise upstairs, but as she stepped on the last step, someone suddenly slammed the door in her face, and she started falling, head first...

...before she suddenly opened her eyes, and found herself sitting on the bench again. Her mother was gently shaking her shoulder. "You fell asleep, darling." she said and sat down beside her daughter. "Yeah, obviously." Kaelen mumbled silently and wondered what did she got herself into.