Disclaimer: I only own Heather Dunbar.

The door led to a basement as one might have guessed, and emerging from that basement was a woman very much like Heather.

Perhaps not appearance so much as manner of behavior.

This woman was nervous to the extreme.

Like she had been caught somewhere she wasn't suppose to be.

Heather followed her as she staggered to a door, and beyond that to an enclosed backyard where a little girl, and...

Heather's heart skipped a beat.

Freddy.

She heard the little girl giggling as she ran behind her mother and peered out behind her skirt.

Her mother was incredibly pale, and trembling.

She giggled again.

They were playing hide-n-go-seek.

Freddy uncovered his eyes, and pretended not to see the girl.

"Hmmm, I don't see Katherine anywhere..."

The little girl, Katherine presumably, ran from behind her mother and into her Father's open arms.

He spun her around, and sat her upright on the grass.

She staggered for a minute before plopping down on her bottom in the grass.

"I'm kinda dizzy Daddy..."

Her expression of seriousness was absolutly adorable.

Freddy and I laughted at the same time.

The woman in front of me didn't respond.

Her eyes were locked on Freddy.

His blue eyes solem and sad to a fault.

She uttered three simple words:

"I won't tell."

Freddy glared threatningly at Katherine.

"Go in the house Kathrine." He commanded.

"But, I thought..."

"I said GO IN THE HOUSE!"

The little girl slunk inside.

Heather stepped out on the lawn.

Freddy began choking the woman.

Heather rushed over and without thinking began shouting.

"Fred!? Don't....please don't..."

Heather stared in awe, as the life drained from the the woman's body.

Freddy stared at Heather hungrily.

"Don't worry precious I didn't forget you. You get the special treatment..."

He held up his glove.

Heather fell to the ground in her haste to get away.

As she rolled over Freddy picked her up by the front of her shirt.

"Anything you wanna say?"

"Fred, please don't do this."

Freddy's blade flew into her gut.

Blood squirted from the wound, and as before, Freddy drank.

Things had gone black.

Heather sat straight up in a cold sweat.

The clock said 7:45 am.

"Oh crap...not again."

A gruff voice whispered in her ear:

"What?! And since when did you get off calling me Fred anyway?"

Heather sat up and fixed her gaze on Freddy trembling.

"I want the truth."

Freddy sighed.

He knew it would come down to this it always did.