*Faith's POV*

Doug and I arrived home then noticed that Mom and Dad weren't home yet. They were probably at work which had became the norm shortly after Doug got his driver's license when he was sixteen.

My mind still tugged in on what had happened earlier, seeing Freddy in the library. I was sure that I was awake... or was I daydreaming?

The thoughts of the events earlier definitely left me traumatized but at the same time, the back of my mind told me that I shouldn't be so afraid.

Maybe I shouldn't be so afraid because I was already hellbent on wanting to rid of Freddy completely. Maybe I shouldn't be so afraid because I was not wanting to watch anyone else get killed by that maniac.

I still wanted the answers on if he had killed Chrystal Smith but I was positive that he did.

I wasn't physically there to see the damage but my imagination was active enough to picture exactly who would be behind this. Despite this, I didn't want to full out assume such a thing.

Doug and I were in the living room on the couch, still questioning how Freddy managed to see us. It was just minutes of deep pondering and discussions that at first were hard to add up.

Doug and I were hardly ever this deep in discussions about nightmares but these recent dreams had given more than enough to speak of.

"How in the hell was he able to see us the way he did?" Doug asked

"I wonder what Freddy wants from us," Doug said, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Dude, I think it's been established that he comes in our dreams," I said.

I paused to think about this for a moment. That was when something rang inside of my head.

"Wait a second!" I gasped, inching to the edge of the couch. "We must've been daydreaming. And as far as Freddy goes, he must be some kind of supernatural being who's able to cause the damage."

Doug looked shocked.

"How can you be so sure?" he asked.

"It makes sense!" I insisted. "We don't know what exactly he is but I'm positive that he's the phantom of our dreams, or not just a phantom. He's something else. We need to get the answers as soon as possible so that we know as much as we can when we defeat Freddy. There's no way he would just appear where we were without any reason. We were daydreaming, dude."

He placed a hand on my shoulder, nodding in agreement.

"Sis, you're brilliant," he said. "Although, I think this guy has told you too much much."

I nodded in agreement.

"Just know that regardless, I'm here for you," he said, hugging me.

It was times like these that made Doug the best brother I could ever for.

He let me go then quickly got up to his feet.

"I'll be back," he said. "I'm gonna go get something so that we can research this guy. I know we said we could file this to the police tomorrow but I'm thinking that we should do it today. At least to warn them about this fucking creep."

"You're right," I said, nodding. "We should tell the police today. The last thing we need is more teenagers dying in Springwood at all, let alone in fucking Elm Street."

He turned to head upstairs while I pulled out my phone to check the time. At the same time, I heard sirens going off, possibly from outside of the house.

"What the hell?" I wondered as I got up from my seat to go towards the window at the front door.

I went to go check out what was going on and my blood ran cold. There were two police cars and an ambulance just two houses away from across our house. The lights were on as well even though the sun was shining bright.

If this was exactly what I thought was going on, then I would run to the police at that instant, of course taking Doug with me because there was no way that I was going alone.

"Doug?" I called, my voice was shaking.

"Everything alright?" I heard him ask.

I was scared to tell him exactly what was going on. All I could do was to tell him to see for himself.

"You have to come down and see this," I said, still staring at the event that was going on so close to my house.

My heart pounded hard and beat fast, much from the intense and foreign dread that built up in the core of my being. I didn't say another word but instead just staring at the house crowded with the ambulance and two police cars.

Freddy did his dirty shit again and killed another teenager, I thought.

I heard footsteps coming down the stairs then come closer to me.

I moved out of the way to allow Doug to see where I was looking through earlier.

He peered through the window while I stood there, unsure what to think after what I had saw earlier.

"Oh shit," Doug hissed. "We should tell them now."

"Yes," I said, nodding in agreement.

Doug opened the front door as we headed to the house surrounded by police and an ambulance. I also noticed a few people standing outside of the house, expressions of horror shown on their faces.

Their voices of horror followed along as Doug and I were taking steps closer to the scene.

"Who in the Lord's name would do this?"

"I ain't got a clue. Rumor has it that a ghost called Freddy Krueger has returned and is taking out these kids."

"There's no ghost!"

"The police find it a bunch of bogus but of course, there will be more kids telling them otherwise."

"At least Maggie Burroughs and Layla Knight actually know the full story of this."

"Wait, Layla? The one who married the banker and now has two kids?"

"Yes. She's pretty well known and she's not as much of a nut job as Maggie."

"If Layla does think that this Freddy guy is back, then I'm pretty damn sure that he got to her kids."

"Well, Layla did say recently that she's trying to get this new drug in called Hypnocil to help all the kids to not dream and stuff while Layla's own kids are probably gonna get to the bottom of this shit."

"Let's hope they find out soon before more kids die, possibly including them."

I knew my mother told our neighbors a lot, her gossiping nature was never like any townsgossip.

I noticed a police officer standing on the other side of what appeared to be police tape. I wasn't surprised to see why it was there.

"Oh, poor Sharon Mights," I heard a female voice say. "Can't believe she died in her sleep. She was seventeen and full of life. She wasn't even sick or anything."

My eyes widened when I heard this. Of course, another teen died, very likely at the hands of Freddy Krueger. I heard most people say that the police would not believe such a thing but I was determined to see for myself.

I turned to Doug, having to look up a bit due to him looking so tall when he stood so close to me.

"It's gotta be Freddy," I whispered. "No one else would do this."

He nodded in agreement as I turned to the policeman standing by the police tape.

I took a step closer to the tape, thinking of a way to get the policeman's attention. I had to tell him the truth, regardless.

"Um, excuse me, sir?" I said, trying to sound as polite as possible but I was sure that I was scared.

The policeman turned to me, concern on his face.

"Is there something you need, young lady?" he asked.

I quietly cleared my throat, squared my shoulders, then stood up as straight as possible.

"I know who's behind the killings of the teens," I said.

The policeman gave me nod to continue what I was saying.

"You've heard of a story about a burnt guy who wore a red and green striped sweater with a hat and a glove with blades?" I asked. "He would kill teens in their dreams back in the eighties and forward on until his daughter destroyed him?"

He nodded.

"Rumors are true that he's back," I said. "I've seen this guy recently along with my brother. We need your help to maybe keep high protection on the entire town of Springwood before more teens die. My brother and I are in the process of trying to figure out how to destroy him but we can't do everything by ourselves. We really need your help."

The policeman looked surprised when he heard me say this.

"You sure about that?" he asked. "Freddy Krueger is just a myth now. We're very likely gonna rule the deaths of Weston Heights and Chrystal Smith as suicide-"

"No, it's real," I insisted. "Suicide isn't logical in that kind of situation. There is a man who appears in dreams and he can kill people and it's real. We need to warn the people living in Elm Street and perhaps all of Springwood about this dangerous man. Maybe even give them pills to stay awake before the Hypnocil gets in-"

The policeman just hushed me in response before saying anything. I was scared about what he would say next.

"There's nothing that shows that some serial killer is on the loose," he said. "I don't want to be rude or anything but my team and I had heard more than enough and we'd like to not hear anymore of it. We wish you and your brother luck in finding out the core of the killings but we can't help you because there isn't such thing as a burnt murderer with bladed gloves. I'm sorry, miss."

He turned to the house as I just stood there, stunned and shocked. He didn't believe me. He probably thought I was a nut job.

I shook my head then turned away from the house, where I saw Doug standing where he was before I left to talk to the policeman. I passed by the small crowd of people, accidentally bumping into some in the process but I was now aching to break the news to Doug and even our parents when they got home.

Doug seemed to notice the serious expression on my face, not that I bothered hiding it. I wasn't going to hide the fact that I was on the brink of losing hope.

"He didn't believe me," I said. "They're already close to ruling Weston's death and Chrystal's death as suicide."

Doug's expression showed the utter shock that even I found almost foreign.

"Shit," he said, quietly enough that only I heard. "We'll just need to stay strong and figure out everything ourselves."

I nodded as we headed back to the house. Now it was time for us to figure everything out about Freddy. Doug and I were now on our own.