Nancy slammed the phone down in frustration. She really needed her cell phone, but it wasn't like her mother was going to give it back to her. Since Dr. Forrest refused to give out any details, Gwen was probably sifting through Nancy's phone activity. Nancy would have to find another way to reach Quentin. Perhaps if she found a better working phone, she'll have better success.
Upon returning to her room, Nancy could see the bloody pattern on the sheets. It was spreading from a face to a full torso. The figure was writhing in an obscene way.
"What do you want from me!" screamed Nancy, as she gathered her belongings and rushed out of the room. She changed to her street clothes in one of the hospital bathrooms, and headed straight for Berkeley Public Library. Contacting Quentin would have to wait.
Nancy needed answers. She was going to start by finding that house. Her nightmare made it clear that it was located on Elm Street. While Nancy was able to get a street view of Elm Street, she hoped that Google Maps kept its data up-to-date.
She studied each residence until she found it: 1428 Elm Street. It was amazing how derelict the house looked when compared to Nancy's dream. In the Google Maps photograph, Nancy could barely make out what used to be a crimson door. What must have once been an ivory-colored exterior looked a sickly yellow. All of the windows were boarded.
"Shit," muttered Nancy, as the computer flashed the "blue screen of death." Before she could restart the computer manually, the screen kicked back to normal again. Only this time, Nancy saw something different.
"Quentin?" Nancy whispered to herself, as his image flashed in real time on Google Maps. His movements were choppy, but she can see him standing at the house's front entrance.
A female figure was standing on the steps, beckoning him. Who is that? thought Nancy. Her face blanched with jealousy. She could see that their lips were moving. Nancy reached into her coat in the hopes that she had her ear buds.
By the time she plugged them in, Quentin and the female were already walking away from the house. "No, damn it," said Nancy.
Nancy gasped when she looked again at the front entrance. It was him, standing there. Freddy. "You can't be back. We closed the door on you."
Freddy stirred as if he heard Nancy's voice. "Little Nancy, come out and play."
Nancy froze in fear. His eyes were slowly looking up. Oh my god, he's going to see me.
A force flung the CPU and computer screen off the table.
"The fuck!" exclaimed a male patron.
"What's the meaning of this?" asked a librarian sternly, as he made his way towards the computer area.
"This lady threw the computer off the table," said the male patron. Nancy could barely make out the men's faces as she backed out towards the exit.
"Miss, come back here," said the librarian. He was kneeling on the floor to inspect the broken equipment.
Nancy kept walking backwards in haste until she felt a force pull her.
Nancy fought against the force until she realized she was in a foyer.
"Relax, it's me," said Marcus. "You're safe now."
"Where am I?" asked Nancy.
"I had to take over for a bit. You're in Shattuck Cinemas," replied Marcus.
"Take over?" asked Nancy.
"You were really freaking out at the library. So, I stepped in and smoothed everything out with the librarian. I said you had an inner ear infection, and that you've been off balance," explained Marcus.
"Yeah, he spun some real magical bullshit," chimed in an annoyed Kaitlyn.
"Could you stop cussing like a sailor for a minute, Kaitlyn?" asked Rhonda.
"For fuckity fucks sake, Rhonda, why are you saying I have a shitty attitude?" replied Kaitlyn.
Rhonda rolled her eyes. "Yeah, very grown up."
"I don't have to fucking grow up, Rhonda. I'm a forever dead teenager," said Kaitlyn, as she extended her arms in a combative motion.
Nancy started to walk away in the hopes that they would disappear. Instead, she was face to face with Allison and the others.
"You need to be more careful. If you keep looking for him, he's going to find you," said Allison.
"I wasn't looking for him. I was looking for a house on Elm Street. You know… the one that you cut yourself in when you appeared in my dream," said Nancy.
"What's she talking about?" asked Calliope.
"And I found it. Only, I also saw my boyfriend," Nancy said to herself out loud. She turned her attention to the group. "If you're the reason why Freddy's back…"
"Hey, we didn't bring him back. Why don't you call up your boyfriend and ask him why he's hanging around Elm Street," said Aiden. His temper was rising along with his voice. Allison placed her hand on his shoulder.
"Easy, Aiden, it's all right. Nancy's just a little frustrated. Come on, everyone. Disappear for a while, okay, so Nancy and I can talk," said Allison.
The group turned and vanished into the wall, except for Aiden. "I got this," said Allison firmly. He reluctantly joined the others.
"Look, I know you're pissed that we hijacked your mind. I'm not going to shit you, okay. We're in your head, and you have every right to want us out," said Allison.
"So, get out," said Nancy.
"It's not that easy," said Allison.
"Why not? You're all dead. Pass on into the light like they always say," said Nancy.
"You think that wasn't Plan A for all of us?" asked Allison sarcastically.
"It sure beats your Plan B…which is fucking with my head," responded Nancy.
"Well, I apologize for the mind fuck. I didn't mean for it to happen this way. But we're running out of time," said Allison.
"What do you mean?" asked Nancy.
"You didn't see me in that house. You saw her," said Allison.
"Who's her?" asked a confused Nancy.
"My mother…Alice," responded Allison.