*Faith's POV*

Doug and I made it home after talking to the police but it didn't go without us shaking our heads in disbelief. The reminder that now, we were pretty much on our own to figure out how to defeat Freddy.

The situation was getting more serious than ever. The Hypnocil still was a long way away to get here, which I still had trouble wrapping my head around it. Doug and I hadn't even gotten close to starting with the research on Freddy which now I realized that we had to start really soon. Then the cold harsh truth got shoved in my face, that the police didn't believe me when I told them the truth.

"I think we should start the research now," I suggested. "Freddy is getting ruthless now."

"Good idea," Doug replied.

He turned back for a moment before turning back to me.

"I actually brought my laptop down for us to start before you told me about what had happened earlier," he continued. "At least we'll have a better understanding of exactly what we're up against."

"Good idea," I replied with a small smirk on my face.

He led the way to the coffee table where a silver laptop was laying there. He went to turn it on.

At the same time, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, causing me to jump a bit. It partially bothered me that I had been so jumpy ever since my first encounter with Freddy.

I pull my phone out to check what was going on. It wasn't entirely surprisingly to see that it was Mom who had texted me.

I noticed that Doug had done the same thing. Did he get a text from Mom as well?

I checked to see what the message was.

Your father was able to get the Hypnocil in sooner. It will now be in for us in about a week.
Also, I heard about another teen death that just went on earlier, this time really close to our home. Not sure if you two heard of it.
Also, quick question, how did the textbook errand go?

I looked up at Doug and I instantly knew the first thing that I was going to say.

"Well, thank goodness that the Hypnocil will be coming in sooner," I said, relieved.

"You're right about that, sis," Doug replied. "It's about time it get here sooner."

We were silent for a moment before Doug turned to me again. It wasn't hard to figure out what he was going to ask me.

"You hanging in there?" he asked.

I didn't answer right away because I felt unsure. So many things happened in just one morning, most in the hands of Freddy Krueger. I didn't know if I should feel relieved that I wasn't seeing or whether to be worried for everyone of Springwood.

However, I couldn't leave my brother hanging without an answer so I had to be honest with him.

"I'm trying but it's kind of hard," I finally said, pulling my knees closer to my chest on the chair. "So much had happened and I can still remember it so vividly. The thought makes me more scared about deciding to face him to get answers from him."

I could see the sympathetic look in Doug's eyes. I had seen it all too many times. He was worried for me, especially after the shit that went on earlier.

Freddy was becoming relentless at this point. He had already killed three people in a span of less than two days, or at least I was sure it was him for the past two killings. And then, he had attacked me and Doug twice even though Freddy had much more fun playing with me.

The thought of Freddy getting this far left me even more worried. I was even more worried that I would have to break the news to my parents, given that I had to be brief with my mother in my possible reply and then explain everything when both of my parents came home.

"I don't really blame you," Doug replied. "I still remember the shit from earlier today but—"

He paused for a moment. Was he going to tell me the same thing like he did before? I wasn't sure this time.

"Actually, remember that girl who I told I met and her boyfriend from earlier?" he asked.

I was surprised to hear him say this but I nodded, remembering the texts he sent me earlier before the hell wen down.

"I was telling them about you and that we both saw Freddy," he continued. "They want to hear your story about seeing Freddy but I was hesitant about it, given I know the shit Fred put you through."

My eyes lit up when I heard this. I was trying to not be so afraid to tell my story about the nightmares of Freddy. This would just be another step to try to spread the word so that no one else would suffer or even die.

"Dude, I think it's important to let them know," I insisted. "We can't do this alone. I'll text Mom and then we'll head out. It's the only way we can let people know that falling asleep or just dreaming can be a dangerous situation until the pill gets here."

"Right," Doug replied.

I turned to my phone then began to text a reply to my mother.

Oh that's good news!
Textbook errand for the most part went well but we fell into a bit of predicament with Krueger which we'll explain when you and Dad are home.
I actually heard the sirens and sure enough, people were saying that a teen died. I actually tried to tell the police was what really happening but they wouldn't believe us.

I sent the text then looked up again to see that Doug had already closed his laptop. I guessed we were going to start the research at the bookstore.

"Let's just hope nothing bad happens again like what happened earlier with us," I said nervously. "Keep our heads away from the clouds and we'll be good."

He nodded as he grabbed his keys, I followed him rather close behind but not too close. We quickly walked out of the house then headed for the truck.

"We'll just need to tell these people what we know based on what we've seen," I suggested as I climbed into the passenger seat. "See if it matches what these people have seen and then we'll go from there."

Doug lightly patted my bandaged arm from earlier, probably thinking that I had been right.

"Exactly, Faith," he said before turning on the truck's engine. "It needs to be done so that we'll have a easier time to warn everyone."

I nodded when I felt a buzz from my hand. I had completely forgotten that I still had my phone in my hand. I decided to check to see who it was just when Doug had pulled out of the driveway. I began to wonder if our mother had said anything about the situation we had with seeing Freddy earlier.