"No!" came the horrified cry of Faith after turning to talk to Mandy, only to see her dead corpse.

The other students and Señor Sanchez ran to Mandy's body, all with horrified looks on their faces, several students screaming while Reed was quick to call the police and an ambulance through his cell phone. It was absolute pandemonium that Reed had to go outside of the classroom to make the phone call before making his way back in, unable to hold back his tears at the sight of his fallen friend from freshman year.

He turned to the black-haired girl who he presumed was Faith who looked horrorstruck and grief-stricken. He didn't know what seemed to be on with her, as he remembered her staring in the distance at the wall, only for her to be screaming. He didn't know if she had been asleep or something. What he did know was that something was wrong; the mysterious deaths among the teens with Mandy being the latest victim.

"I'll handle this," said Seńor Sanchez suddenly. "Class dismissed."

The students stopped screaming but were all horrified as they grabbed their items then turned to leave the classroom, though out of them all, Faith was internally traumatized. Not only did she have yet another daydream, but she watched her new acquaintance die right in front of her and she knew who exactly was responsible for it. However, the worst part of it was that by the response from her classmates at Mandy's death, no one knew about Freddy's existence and she vowed to protect and contain his knowledge from spreading any further.

She pulled her phone out from her purse to check the time, knowing she had Chemistry next period. She had a whole thirty minutes left before her next class, and she debated telling Doug about the horrifying events that happened at this moment. She wanted to tell him as they knew this entire situation was getting out of hand, but at the same time, she didn't want to say anything until she saw him again.

The teen stopped by the end of the hall as she leaned against the wall then sunk down to the floor, knowing now that Mandy did tell Reed about Freddy, which now made Reed a magnet for danger. She took off the tissues from her arm to see the very text that the monster wrote on her arm with his finger knife.

Freddy's Perra

All she could do was hope that her brother didn't daydream and then suffer in a similar way like she did. She wished she could telepathically speak to him to ask him if he was okay.

"Faith?"

The girl in question looked up, half-expecting it to be a student calling her out for unknown reasons. When she did, she saw Reed standing there in front of her, his face full of concern. She hadn't expected him to know her by name, but she figured it was Mandy who had been saying her name a few times and Reed happened to overhear and take notice on who exactly that person was.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

Hell no, I'm not! she wanted to say. I'm being hunted by a monster in my dreams and he's trying to kill me! He already killed three people. He then killed your friend's boyfriend and then just a few minutes ago, he killed her! So no, I'm not okay!

She wanted to say it so badly, but she was desperate to protect the knowledge from Freddy Krueger spreading out to any more of the children. It was up to her to prevent such a spread and she had to only contain it.

"Things are kind of rough for me," she sighed sadly. "Just trying to maneuver my way here and I'm new here, it's kinda scary."

The statement alone wasn't a lie. Things indeed had been rough for her, but she knew the same went for her brother. She still wished she could telepathically try to put him at ease or to make sure he was okay in farther distances, especially since she knew he was very likely leaving for university next year. She knew how much he did so much to comfort her, but she wanted to return the favor. In the Knight sibling book, they always put fifty-fifty for each other, never seeing the other as like a sidekick.

Reed took a seat beside her, eyes brimming with tears over losing one of his friends, but he decided to console with this girl, even though he barely knew her. It was so incredibly obvious to him that something was wrong with her, like something was haunting her, which he noticed a few times when he hung out with Mandy and Jake, though for reasons he couldn't quite put his finger on it, it seemed like the very look on the black-haired girl was much more prominent. He wondered if the name Freddy Krueger had something to do it, but he didn't bother wanting to ask her.

"I'm really sorry," he said quietly. "If there's something bothering you, you can speak with a counselor or something."

Faith shot him an intense glare, her mind running in circles and the agony was clear in her eyes. While she did know that a lot of adults knew about Freddy's return, she didn't want to figure out who, which further slammed her point down that she had to contain Freddy's influence and protect others from knowledge. As for any other adults who knew about the stuff here, she was worried that they would think she was crazy to the point they would lock her in a mental hospital. She was not willing to risk these things and put several others at risk all for the sake of telling a counselor about what was happening. She quickly hid her Freddy-written arm by pulling her sleeve down, covering the words so that Reed wouldn't see them.

"I can't," she said solemnly, softening her expression. "Confidential reasons."

Reed tilted his head slightly, more confused than before. He knew it was summer in Springwood, yet he saw this girl in long sleeves. Even though he barely knew her, he felt compelled to help her, despite that whatever was bothering her, she refused to tell him. He decided not to push her to tell him, as she sounded firm when she said she couldn't go see a counselor. He felt guilty for suggesting this to her, as her intense glare earlier almost scared him.

"Fuck," he said. "I'm sorry if I pissed you off or anything- "

"You didn't," interrupted Faith. "I'm just having to deal with a lot of stuff since moving here from Columbus. Don't get me wrong, it's nice here, but...I just can't tell you. I'm sorry."

"You don't have to be sorry," he said. "Whatever it is that you're going through, I hope you find a way out of it."

She gave him a sad smile.

"Oh, I didn't get to introduce myself," said Reed. "Name's Reed."

"Faith," said the black-haired girl.

The teens shook hands with each other, both smiling, only slightly lessening Faith's worries about befriending anyone here in her current situation. She hoped that Reed had forgotten the name that Mandy told him earlier and that all would be well, enough to reassure Faith that she did a decent job so far with protecting other kids from Freddy's influence, bar her best friend. She still mentally cursed to herself for telling her best friend about Freddy. After a few seconds, she let go of his hand though was still overwhelmed from the situation earlier.

"I'm really sorry for your loss over your friend," she said softly and sadly.

He was surprised by the words, but he smiled, taking acknowledgment of her words. He remembered being horrified by the sight of Mandy's bloody corpse before Señor Martinez dismissed the class. The memory haunted him but despite the evident sadness in the black-haired girl's voice, he found it oddly reassuring, perhaps reassurance in disguise.

"Thank you."

Faith was about to say something in a reply when she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket, a sign she received a text message. She turned to Reed apologetically before pulling her phone from her pocket. Unsurprisingly and thankfully, it was a text from Doug. She turned to Reed again.

"Sorry about that," she said. "Just received a text from my brother."

"No worries," replied Reed. "Do what you have to do."

She nodded back to him before turning to her phone to read the text she received.

Hey, sis. Figured I tell you this now. I saw your best friend this morning by accident when I bumped into her. I talked to her a bit about the Freddy thing and she wants to discuss the stuff sometime today. I figured maybe not at this campus but maybe somewhere else. I talked to Donald shortly after and he's in as well. I'd figured I'd ask if you'd like to join because there's a lot of stuff to be discussed. If you do, it'll have to be in between the time you get out of school and the funeral. Chloe can't join in since she has to be at the place and I'm pretty sure Mark may not either.

Faith gave a tiny smile to the text, happy that she would see her brother and her best friend again. However, she didn't let it disguise the sadness she felt over Mandy's death. She wasn't even sure she felt ready to tell Doug about Mandy's death right now and wondered if she would rather tell him in person. After a bit of thinking, she figured she'd tell him in person. She quickly began to type her reply.

I'm in! And we'll have to discuss any extra efforts we may have to take in order to prevent anyone else from knowing about Freddy.

Anyway, see you after school, bro.

She sent the text before putting her phone in her pocket then turned to Reed again. Barely a minute later, she was interrupted once again as she pulled out her phone again, seeing that her brother liked the text she sent him earlier. She put her phone away again then gave Reed an apologetic look, but he nodded in acknowledgment.

"You don't have to be sorry," he said. "You're probably just stressed from earlier— "

He stopped mid-sentence then lifted Faith's arm, tracing his index finger around the perimeter of where Freddy's Perra was written from her dream earlier. From what Mandy told him before her death, he had a feeling the words on Faith's arm had something to do with what Mandy told him, but he still didn't want to bother assuming nor did he want to ask her if it did have something to do with the name Mandy told him earlier.

"How did you get this?" he asked, gesturing to the younger teen's carved-written arm.

Faith almost replied immediately but stopped herself before making a lame excuse like she tripped and something sharp created cuts that looked almost neatly written. To her, it seemed incredibly improbable. She even thought that receiving a paper cut that carved the words well was impossible as well. She looked down at her wound and thought hard on what to tell him without spilling out Freddy knowledge then looked up again.

"I don't know how I got that," she said, making her voice sound surprised even though she really wasn't.

"That looks bad," observed Reed. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Her tone was firm but polite enough. "I think I'll go ahead and check out the library before my next class."

She stood up then turned to him again.

"It's nice to meet you, but I'm sorry for your loss," she continued. "Hopefully you'll find closure in all of this."

He smiled, already finding nice solace in this girl.

"Thanks," he said.

She nodded back to him, a sign of "you're welcome" then turned to leave. Reed was already feeling a little better, liking her gentleness and her kindness. He smiled again as he watched her walk away, heading down the hall before turning to the left hall.

— — — — —

It had been five minutes since his second class; psychology had finished when Doug decided to head for the library, knowing he had an hour and a half left to kill before he had his final class of the day; Spanish II. So far, he had no issues with any kind of daydreaming or any form of horrifying hallucinations, but he refused to rely on luck for allowing such a thing. Plus, he began to have a feeling that his current streak wouldn't last.

Despite these racing thoughts, he was thankful for the talk with Chloe this morning, as he had learned of an entirely different side of her, completely different from when they first encountered each other when she told him he was cute. She was right, he had to let go of at least some of his worry because worrying at the extent that he was wasn't good for him.

Doug considered several things that he already had theorized and created new theories in his head that would allow him to properly plan something if he had to fight the dream demon in the dream world. Being as fit and quite athletic as he was, that allowed him a higher chance to run away from Krueger and even have a stronger chance to defend himself. However, regardless of being a fit and buff young man of six foot five, that meant nothing to the dream demon because the latter played by his own rules. He had seen it before, Freddy barely cared about how tall his victims were, he always made himself bigger in the dream world and Doug had witnessed it before.

Doug even had to consider being careful when trying anything at all, let alone insulting Freddy. He saw firsthand that even when Freddy was almost deliberately trying to get Faith to answer his questions, she did not speak unless she absolutely had to. In ways, she was right to not speak so much to the dream demon unless if she was willing to get herself killed, which Doug was completely certain she would hate happening.

The brunette thought harder as he continued walking down the hall to head for the stairs, knowing the library was in the second floor. It was all he had in mind.

Doug turned the corner to his left for the stairs then headed down the stairs for the second floor as quickly as possible, knowing he had to find the library to start on the very little homework he had. He almost considered maybe holding it off until tonight, but he decided against that, knowing he had to keep an eye on his little sister to make sure she was okay when she would go to sleep. Plus, he was often good at taking care of his homework ahead of time and he refused to break that part of him.

Right when he was about to open the library door after making it there—

"Doug, hey, dude!"

The young man in question almost jumped when he saw who it was that called him. The familiar brown hair and thin, lanky figure gave himself away as Mark, the one young man Doug hadn't expected to see here again. Well, to be fair, he did see his sister's best friend in the hall earlier this morning and then later having Chloe in his history class, nothing seemed to be completely unexpected to him anymore.

"Hi," said Doug, though he was still surprised. "I'm surprised I saw you here. I was just heading to the library to get some homework done since I have about an hour and a half left before my last class of the day being Spanish two at twelve."

Mark's eyes widened with surprise when he heard this.

"I'm in the same class, man," he said happily. "That's pretty cool- "

He stopped in his tracks when he looked down to see the bandage that was wrapped around the twenty-year old's arm. He widened his eyes from surprise to see this, though the last time he saw Doug was yesterday after he learned about Jake's death, and Doug had a few bandages on him. However, that didn't kill away his concern.

"What happened there?" he asked, pointing to the bandage.

Doug looked down at the bandage for a moment then looked up again, the scene of Freddy giving him the very cut replayed in his head like it had happened just minutes ago. Luckily for him, he didn't have to lie to Mark because of Mark knowing about Freddy.

"Freddy," whispered Doug with a shiver in his voice.

The older one out of the two young men could see how scared the younger young man looked just by noticing the terror in his eyes. Seeing this kind of terror almost saddened Mark, as when he first saw Doug at the bookstore yesterday, he thought of him as a gentle macho man. However, it was clear to him that mentally, Doug seemed rather vulnerable.

"You want to talk about it?" offered Mark.

Doug did indeed, but he didn't want anyone else hearing about Freddy for fear that any college students would be at risk for danger. After learning that Faith accidentally told her best friend about that monster, Doug was not willing to have the conversation out in the middle of the hall by the library doors.

"Maybe somewhere private," he said quickly.

Mark understood Doug's intention, as he pulled him aside, opposite of the library doors. After stopping, he looked around, nodding to Doug that this spot seemed to work well enough. Doug nodded, but he still wanted to be careful and to not let another college student learn about the situation.

"Alright, man," said Mark. "As you were saying?"

"There's been a lot of stuff happening that's connecting with the dreams and it's honestly overwhelming to say the least," said Doug, keeping his voice hushed as possible. "My mother did have a past with Krueger with the dreams, but I feel like there's something more to that than meets the eye. The address to my house seems to be randomly switching from fourteen twenty-eight and fourteen twenty-four when I'm unexpectedly daydreaming, even though I do live in fourteen twenty-eight. I do know fourteen twenty-eight has a bit of a hefty history, but I don't know what fourteen twenty-four has to do with it and neither does my sister. We did conclude that Freddy might be involved with this, but I still don't know what the other house's involvement has to do with that one house with a chunk of history behind it, I don't know."

"Jake used to know this kid Weston Heights who he hadn't spoken about since Weston's death because he's been pretty shocked about it," said Mark. "Weston used to live in fourteen twenty-four and he and Jake were good friends and would hang out a lot, though it was before Weston ended up with those nightmares and Jake told me and Chloe. However, I have one question, how did you and your sister get the dreams in the first place?"

"Our mother told us, though she thought it was only a scary story," answered Doug solemnly. "But—" He paused for a moment, letting Mark's words from earlier sink in, that was when he was really confused and scared. "Wait, are you saying Weston might have something to do with why Faith and I keep dreaming about those random address number changes?"

Mark's expression was full of uncertainty, though he could see the fear and worry in the twenty-year old's eyes.

"I don't know for sure to be honest," he said as he leaned back against the wall. "Neither Jake nor Weston went into any specifics about their dreams, only saying that there was this bastard dressed in this old Christmas sweater with bladed fingers and this hat who was trying to kill them. However, I think only Freddy himself would really know, but if you're not really wanting to figure it out now, I don't know, dude— "

"My sister is going to sleep tonight," said Doug, his voice trembling at the thought of such an event. "She and I have been trying to get answers from Freddy, but he doesn't give us much, but I hope he does tell Faith exactly what's been going on, but..."

He trailed off, burying his face in his hands for several seconds, more worried and scared than before. He needed a moment to collect his thoughts before they all came crashing down on him.

"Dude, you okay?" wondered Mark, who eyed the other young man with concern. "Do you need to sit down somewhere?"

Doug looked up, shaking his head, assuring Mark that he didn't need to sit down.

"I'm just really worried for Faith," he said at last. "I know Freddy's been after both of us, but she's been getting the worst end of the torment from Krueger. I know it would be as simple as she doesn't have to go to sleep, but she insisted that she'd go to sleep tonight, and I would keep watch to make sure she's okay. She has a driving test tomorrow and she's worried she may badly hallucinate so she chose to go to sleep to lessen her chances of a hallucination. Maybe I'm just worrying too much because she's my baby sister and I'm her older brother, but this whole thing has taken my worries for her on a new level I can't explain."

Mark listened attentively to every word that was said, now feeling bad for Doug. To him, it almost seemed like when Chloe would worry about Jake during their nightmares, though Doug's case seemed to be at a much greater scale. It wasn't surprising to him since he already noted that Doug seemed to have a very close relationship with his sister.

"Dude," began Mark. "I may not have siblings of my own, but I can understand your worries. Hell, I know this kind of thing happens with Chloe and Jake on a lesser scale, with Chloe worrying for Jake. I can't imagine though being an older sibling worrying about any younger siblings. However, you shouldn't let your possible constant worrying destroy you."

"That's what Chloe was telling me earlier," said Doug as he shifted his position slightly. "I'm usually never this worried but I'm guessing the Freddy thing has changed that."

He paused again, trying to collect his thoughts together from his conversation with Chloe this morning. Unfortunately for him, he was interrupted when what it sounded like a familiar dark sounding laugh erupted in the hall. The sound startled him a bit, but he was now wondering if he was hallucinating or if that same monster had managed to find a way to sneak into the real world through someone else. He wasn't sure.

"Hold on for a moment," he said quickly before leaving to find where the laugh came from.

Mark nodded before he pulled out his Samsung phone from his pocket, deciding to text his girlfriend and his best friend to see how they were. He didn't expect them to reply right away, so after he sent the text, he opened a game Candy Crush Saga to help him pass time while he waited for Doug to return.

— — — — —

One, two, guess who's coming for you

"I don't want to," muttered Doug.

What followed was laughter, laughter from children that sounded like they were trying to taunt him. Even though he hated the idea of trying to find out where the sound came from, facing it head on was better than running away from it.

With every footstep he took, the louder the laughing became, near enough to wear down on his mental state, but he had to fight it to stay as strong as he was able to. He didn't want to lose his sanity in the middle of block chunk of break he had before he had his final class of the day.

"Come here!" called a voice that sounded very much like a child.

The twenty-year old stopped on the spot in the middle of the hall, noticing a smaller figure further down the hall, appearing to be a girl who looked to be no older than ten. Thoughts of his daydream last night when he saw the girls out by his front yard came rushing in his head, wondering if this was indeed the same girl he saw yesterday.

Even though he was further away from the girl, he could see the wide smile on her face. In fact, her smile looked as if she were going to laugh.

"There's no need to worry," she said. "Let me help you. I want to lead you somewhere."

Doug turned to his left, conveniently by him was the men's restroom. This gave him an idea to hide in one of the stalls, having no desire to be led to a trap by this girl.

Without a word, he ran into the men's restrooms then ran into the first stall he saw was open. He shut the door then locked it, hoping that he was safe in here. He though couldn't shake the thought of seeing the girl in the hall earlier, why would she call to him? He didn't want to know, and he was beginning to have a feeling that he was either daydreaming again or heavily hallucinating after being awake for so many hours.

He tried to stay as quiet as possible, even covering his mouth to muffle his breathing to keep away from attracting unwanted attention. He hoped he wasn't followed, but at the back of his mind, he had expected for the worst, realizing that he hadn't attempt to get himself back into reality, but with the kind of danger he feared to be in, trying to smack his head back in reality was the last thing on his mind.

Please don't tell me I'm being followed, he thought, still trying to keep as quiet as possible.

"There's no need to be scared," came the voice of the girl. "Don't be afraid, I won't bite."

The brunette didn't respond, refusing to be led somewhere that could likely get him killed. He couldn't let that happen. He still had to get some homework done, but while he was possibly being harassed by a girl, his plans were not going to happen.

Just to make sure he was truly safe in the stall for now, he gave a quick glance behind him, only to stop in his tracks when he noticed the water in the toilet seemed to be waving unnaturally. It was creating very strange currents that looked more to be spelling something rather than natural waves. He was able to make out the letters quickly before he made out what they actually were said.

S

Good Knight Douglas

Doug knew he was being taunted by the same man who had haunted his dreams before and creating a pun out of his own last name was the latest of the taunts. He gasped in horror, but didn't scream, instead quickly unlocking the stall door so that he could get out of it.

He stopped by one of the sinks, stumbling across his own reflection in the mirror in front of him. It was about the same as he saw this morning; a small hint of bags under his eyes from staying awake and slight reddening of his eyes.

Huh, I wonder how much of this will end up going away when I go to sleep in two days, he thought.

CRASH!

The shattering of the mirror Doug was in front of sounded as a familiar bladed hand appeared coming out of the mirror, followed by the face and then upper body of Freddy Krueger. It all happened very quickly, almost too quick that if it had been just a sliver bit quicker, one could wink and then missed it.

Doug barely suppressed a scream as he tried to escape the restroom, only to be caught by the sleeve of his shirt by Freddy's hand.

Oh god! he thought with impending dread flooding his mind. Not again!

Freddy laughed as the next thing he did was throw the twenty-year old to the wall. Only Doug's backpack saved him from any kind of pain from his back hitting the wall.

"You have quite an imagination, Douglas," chuckled Freddy as Doug tried to get back up on his feet. "I planted my mark on your sister earlier, time for you to get the same thing."

Freddy stepped out of the mirror, stretching his leg over the sink before his own feet were touching the floor, eyes glinting as he prepared for his pursuit for Doug again, taunting him. He scratched one blade against the wall, laughing as he did so.

Doug was back on his feet again, now backing away from the disgusting man who was taking steps closer to him. The only time he did stop was when his back it the wall, once again his backpack saving him from taking a painful bump.

Freddy took one careful glance at him, eyes gleaming with interest far greater than before. Though he barely pinpointed why he was so interested in this young man, that didn't stop him from continuing his game.

"I didn't think a handsome guy like you would daydream so much," he taunted. "These past several hours has been the most fun times I've had in years! Like I said, I've made my statement clear about an hour earlier with your sister."

Doug grew visibly pale, his heart and his mind began to face violently, and he wasn't sure if he was going to be sick or not. It was a terrible feeling that had been occurring since he and Faith first began dreaming of this monster and he was worried that the ugly man had done something to hurt the teen. Even though he wasn't possessive over her, he cared very much for her that if he found out that the dream demon hurt her, the young man wouldn't hesitate tackling him to the ground, which would later ultimately lead to Faith returning the favor on risking her own life to save her brother.

"Don't tell me you— "

"I'll let you figure that one out for yourself," said Freddy as he tossed the twenty-year old to the floor. "You amuse me and you're rather smart in that matter."

He knelt down beside Doug then rolled up the latter's sleeve further up to his elbow. He had a plan, a sick plan, one he already did earlier and now was willing to do it to again.

"Too bad that once I finally get to put you and your sister to sleep forever, your mother won't be able to help you, especially since she isn't very prone to dreaming now," he said. "Once I do, Faith will be the first to go, won't it be entertaining for me to watch you fall apart?"

Doug didn't get a chance to reply as Freddy was quick to cut some words on Doug's unhurt arm, causing him to scream out in pain and writhe from the stinging pain. Freddy didn't care in the slightest, he laughed at Doug's pain as he was now finishing up with his dirty work. He pulled away; a twisted smile appeared on his face as he saw what he written down.

Freddy's Here

Doug laid still and could barely register what happened due to the pain he suffered earlier. He felt like the process happened seconds ago, with Freddy pinning him to the floor and then the pain interrupted his thoughts.

"I think you and Faith match nicely," chuckled Freddy. "When you see her again, I'm sure you'll learn what I mean."

"Yo! Doug! Wake up!"

The young man in question blinked twice then turned behind him to see it was Mark standing by a stall looking concerned. Doug felt blood rush to his cheeks, embarrassed that he freaked Mark out, but was also surprised that Mark found him here.

"Uh...hi Mark," he said. "How'd you— "

"I heard you screaming," interrupted Mark as he lightly patted the younger's shoulder reassuringly. "It sounded like you were in danger or something. I found you here and you looked pretty deep in I guess your dream. Took me a bit to wake you up. Are you okay, man?"

Doug didn't answer for a moment, as he still needed to make sure he wasn't having a sense of something like false awakening in daydreams. He had been secretly hoping to go the whole school day without dreaming at all, let alone a daydream, but his mind wouldn't allow such a thing, given his active imagination. However, it wasn't long before he spoke.

"I think so, though he left a nice message."

Following the sliver sarcasm in his tone, he rolled up his sleeve to see the very words on his arm: Freddy's Here.

Mark peered at the words carved on Doug's arm, eyes widening with horror. While he did remember in his own dreams that Freddy taunted him and occasionally injured him, this was something differently entirely. Never had he encountered anything like this, being taunted this severely. And not to mention how deep it was, it looked almost as deep as the wound he saw the new girl receive yesterday.

"Shit!" he gasped. "That looks bad, dude. And why this fucking message? What the hell is this bastard trying to say to you?"

The twenty-year old sighed, knowing very well why he was being attacked in this manner. He had known this since Freddy told him this.

"He's mad he can't get to my mom the way he used to because she's an adult. Turns out my grandmother on my mother's side was one of those involved with the parents who burned him almost forty-years ago. My mother was one of those targeted, but she left Springwood before she could've been killed. Freddy seems to have kept to his true intentions as to why he's been attacking me and Faith. However, I'm sure there's more to all of this than what we're being told."

"That wouldn't surprise me," said Mark. "When Jake would talk to me, he said Weston was having dreams of this guy and in Weston's dreams, he would keep hearing this name 'Layla' and if I remember correctly, Freddy put this 'Knight' pun or something. Said he wasn't really interested in hurting Maggie. Then he somehow found out Layla was already close to her forties when she chose to move here and then Freddy had to find someone else. Apparently, it didn't take him long to figure out that you and Faith are her kids so when you moved here, I think that's when Freddy killed Weston."

"You mean Freddy might have used Weston as like a fiddle to find us or something as why Weston might be involved in this mess?"

"I don't know to be honest, man." Mark sighed. "He's more willing to tell you or your sister. And since you said your sister is going to sleep tonight, I guess he'll tell her."

"I'm sure she'll demand for answers. I just hope she doesn't get hurt but I'm not even keeping my hopes up." Doug paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before he spoke again. "I just want to get some homework done before I lose my head before psychology."

"Not a problem, dude," smiled Mark as he patted his friend on the shoulder, letting him lead the way out of the restroom, down the hall, then to the library.

Doug took a small round table close to the window and Mark took the couch across from the table where Doug was at. Doug quickly took out his homework from his previous classes, pencil, and pencil sharpener from his backpack then was quick to start working on his homework. Much to his surprise, he found it as a nice distraction from his daydream earlier that was earlier still ringing in his head. As long as he didn't drift off, he was sure he was fine.

Mark on the other hand was slowly becoming very sleepy. His eyes were becoming heavy, but he had to try what it took to fight the urge to fall asleep. He took out his phone from his pocket, deciding that playing a game on his phone would kill time before he had his psychology class. Unfortunately, this was slowly failing to happen, as before he could tap on a game, his heavy eyelids won by completely closing. The next thing he heard—

"MARK!"