Disclaimer: I do not own Nightmare on Elm Street or any of the characters involved.
Title: Dark Dreams
Rating: M – for mature themes.
Summary: (Alternative Freddy's Dead) – Since 1989 the youth of Springwood has slowly been destroyed. A mass state of suicides, mysterious deaths and disappearances are taking the lives of the children and teenagers. The culprit – Freddy Krueger. The authorities in the town are desperate for help. Neil Gordon has tried everything to stop Krueger and takes one last chance by enlisting the help of two doctors from a nearby city. Unaware of the connection Krueger has with one of them…
Dark Dreams
Chapter 1: Springwood - The Town of Nightmares
1993
Springwood.
The town of nightmares.
That is what the children and teenagers now call it.
The town had been in a mass panic, gripped by a spate of suicides, mysterious deaths and disappearances for the last four years. It was on the 5th of September when things took a dark turn in the town. Ever since the discovery of Dennis Johnston's body being hung outside the Highschool and the messages of Freddy Krueger's name being found outside the High School and Elementary School, along with the park and his old, abandoned house at 1428 Elm Street was when the dreams began. It only took a few days for some teenagers to begin dreaming of 1428 Elm Street, the power plant and then him. Within two weeks when the first suicide occurred, then within a month there was more deaths, then more teenagers, young children began to dream of him. His presence began to spread, his malice began to penetrate the minds of the children. As his name began to spread, the death toll steadily began to increase. By the end of 1989 there was at least 150 deaths.
The adults would have dismissed the children's and teenager's pleas for help, ignoring them. They thought they were delusional. Why would they believe them? Freddy Krueger was dead, burned alive in 1968. It was all in their minds, a mass psychosis manifesting in their dreams. But the adults didn't know that they weren't helping the situation, only making it worse.
To the older generation of the town, Freddy Krueger was the past. He was dead, simple as that.
Though, the authorities in charge were trying unsuccessfully to banish Freddy's name and his heinous crimes from the Town records, destroying any newspaper articles they could find. But still the odd teenager would come across a missing article, an old record from the newspaper transcripts of Freddy's crimes.
Months, turned into a year and the end of 1990 at least one thousand more suicides or unexplained deaths had occurred. The youngest age of one of the victims was only a few days old. To Freddy it did not matter how old they were, every child in the town was marked.
There was no stopping Freddy this time.
The mayor had enlisted the help of the psychiatric hospital, Westin Hills in attempting to form some sort of solution to their problem. Any failed suicide attempts or attempts by Freddy to kill a teenager were transferred immediately to the facility. Dr Carver and Dr Simms at first had assumed that the dreams that the teenagers were having were not real. Just like several years before Dr Simms had dismissed their cries for help. To her she had wrongly believed that cognitive therapy, changing the way they thought would stop their nightmares. But she was wrong. And soon she began to accept what her patients were saying true. Having seen first-hand the impact and devastation the dream menace was causing to the youth who were in her care. She had seen on a few occasions them dying in horrid, gruesome ways in front of her and other members of staff. Each time the victim was in a deep sleep.
By early June in 1992 she had left Westin Hills, having a mental breakdown. Leaving Dr Carver struggling to cope with the situation on his own. He had tried to entice respected doctors who specialised in sleeping conditions to help with the town's problem. Despite luring a few to the hospital, the new doctors soon understood the extent of the problem and had quickly quit. Unable to cope with the carnage that Freddy was inflicting on the children.
The town was slowly becoming desperate. They had tried on numerous occasions in arranging shipments of Hypnocil the dream suppressant to the town. But to the mayor and Dr Carver dismay, the FDA had banned the drug from all hospitals and psychiatric facilities. Stating that there was not enough medical evidence to allow the drug to be used safely. There were too many risks involved.
It was in late 1992, around November that a familiar face returned to Springwood and to Westin Hills.
Neil Gordon.
It had been six years since he had last been in the town, in the hospital. Ever since that disturbing, harrowing time of his life when he had worked here. And had first learnt of the name, Freddy Krueger, through the young, brave new therapist Nancy Thompson. He had learnt so much from her regarding who was stalking his patients in their dreams. At first, he too, like Dr Simms had dismissed the kids' declarations that a horribly burnt man was trying to kill them in her sleep. He soon discovered the error in his ways after the Philip and Jennifer's deaths. He too also witnessed first-hand the monster face to face, although it was not his true form. But his skeletal remains that had been possessed by him in that old junkyard. He had nearly died and had seen Nancy's father murdered; his body being impaled on the sharp metal pipe from a crushed car.
Neil had been devastated, crushed by the death of Nancy and a few weeks after her death he decided to leave the town. For him, Freddy had been stopped, his spirit was finally silenced. Kristen, Kincaid and Joey, the last of the children of the parents who had burned Freddy, were safe. Free from harm.
He had moved to Lancaster, but still tried to keep in contact with the three young survivors. But soon lost touch. Unaware of their deaths until he arrived back in town in November 1992. It was only through his old work colleague in Westin Hills, Max, that he discovered that Kristen, Kincaid and Joey had died within twenty-four hours of each other in September 1988. Two years after the events in Westin Hills. Soon after a few of their other friends had died in strange, disturbing ways a few days after.
The only reason that Max knew of the deaths was due to him being in contact with Kincaid and his parents. Despite Kincaid's brash and dismissive attitude towards him in the ward, the two had built up a friendship after the young man was discharged from hospital. Max had also left Westin Hills, pursuing a career in Springwood General Hospital as a porter until 1991.
As the deaths toll began to rise drastically over the last few years, he had quickly taken up occupancy in his old job role in Westin Hills. And within a year was promoted to Chief Orderly, leading other members in a close, diligent team. He knew that something unspeakable was happening to the teenagers in the town and in the hospital. There were too many children dying in unexplained ways. When first arriving back in Westin Hills, he had heard whispers amongst the kids of a burnt man, with a bladed claw terrorizing them in their sleep. It did not take him long to realise that the kids' dreams were linked to Kristen and the other Elm Street kids from years before. He vaguely remembered overhearing Will and Philip discussing their dreams during lunch, about a man with a brown fedora hat, sharp clawed glove on his right hand, with a grimy red and green sweater. His face marred with horrid burns. After much consideration he began to investigate who this 'Freddy' was and learnt the dark past that the town had. The Springwood Slasher and his atrocious crimes. At how he was arrested but set free due to a legal administrative error. Then was hunted by the parents to his boiler room and burnt to death.
He knew there and then that the all the children, the ones now in Westin Hills and Kristen and the other Elm Street children were having, were all linked. It was the same man hunting them down.
When Neill had arrived back in Westin Hills, he was extremely pleased to see a familiar, friendly face in Max and they both were determined in find a solution to the town's 'problem'. Within six months ofarriving back in the hospital, Neil had created several ways of trying to stop HIM. Despite not being able to obtain the Hyponcil due to legal medical issues, Neil and his staff had set up various experiments in trying to create their own 'dream suppressant' in newly built laboratories. But after months of trials there no conclusive results. They did not have the experience or the correct drugs suppositories to create a suitable drug to stop the dreams. He had tried to reach out to various pharmaceutical companies in the county and state in the hope that they could help formulate a formula for suppressing dreams. But to his discouragement they had turned him down, stating that it was illegal and that they would be fined or closed if the FDA had discovered out what was going on.
One of his colleagues had suggested the use of hypnosis in the hope that they could try and reframe the mind to repress the image/thought of Freddy to stop them from dreaming of him. But despite their attempts, it all ended in bloodshed. Whenever they had tried to use hypnosis on a patient, Freddy had easily entered the teenager's subconscious and in a macabre fashion mutilated them in front of horrified staff.
The only option that he had been using with some moderate success was through the prescription of strong stimulants, to help the teenagers, stay awake as long as possible. But still, even after a few days they would succumb to sleep and would have to face HIM.
What confused Neil was the reason why Freddy was going after the other children in Springwood? He had honestly believed that after the deaths of Kristen, Kincaid and Joey that Freddy would have stopped. They were the last three children of the group of parents who had killed him. Why was he so insistent in killing the rest of the children in the town? Was he so consumed by bloodlust, by revenge that he wanted every child dead?
There had to be another reason, but what?
From what he knew from Nancy and Amanda Krueger, was that Freddy had terrorised the community for years, killing at least twenty children when he was alive. Then arrested, then released and then followed back to this lair in the power plant where he was burned to death. Then some years later in 1980 he returned for his revenge. The question remained, what else was there to know about Freddy Krueger?
Westin Hills
18th September 1993., 11.45pm
Neil Gordon stared sombrely at the back of the morgue as two coroners finished their examination of a young boy laid strewn on top of a hard metal table. His naked body was laid upon a black body bag. The young boy's blond hair was marred in red blood, his neck covered in bruises and hand marks. Neil had also ordered them to check for any internal bleeding or evidence that any stab wounds were inflicted on his body. As even though they were not visible on his skin, there had been numerous instanced were the victim had their organs punctured. And just like he expected, the young boy had four stab wounds in his lungs. Neil loosened his grey tied, feeling incredibly uneasy. Despite this being the norm for him and his staff over the last ten months, it still made him troubled.
He glanced to his right as Max and another orderly named Kenneth lingered, staring at the scene with sadness and a flicker of rage. They both had found Chad in his room screaming and yelling for help, they had witnessed the boy's body convulsing violently in his chair at the window. His neck was wrenched backwards and jerked at an unearthly angle and snapped in two, despite their attempts to wake him from his nightmare.
The lead coroner straightened up and reached down to the zip of the body bag, pulling it upwards over the opened chest of the body. As ordered by Neil, they had to cut opened the boy's chest to determine any signs of trauma inside the body. They would have to stitch up the body before his corpse was delivered home to his parents for his burial. The grey-haired man pushed his glasses up further on the rim of his nose and walked over to a small clipboard on a long, lifting a pen to note a few comments on a page. He then ran discarded his blood-stained white lab coat into a bin nearby, before towards Neil.
"Dr Gordon, I would need you to sign please" he stated grimly.
Neil gave a sad nod and approached the long counter to his left and grasped the clipboard and looked down at the death certificate.
Name: Chad Foster
Age: fourteen
Date of birth: 3rd April 1979
Date of death: 17th sept 1993
Time of death: 11.23pm
Cause of death: A cervical fracture – breaks in four cervical vertebrae in the neck. Punctured lungs. Internal bleeding.
Place of death: Westin Hills Psychiatric Hospital, Harrington Road, Springwood, Ohio
At the bottom of the page were two lines to be signed and dated by two health officials, namely the coroner and the Head Administrator of the Hospital -Neil Gordon.
He glanced at the coroner's signature – Lawrence Burns.
Then he readied his pen towards the space were had to sign and neatly but signed his name and dated it. He handed it back, knowing that a copy would soon be copied and given to him in the morning for the patients file. The gurney was soon wheeled way to the back of the room where four rows of metal drawers. They pulled opened a grey door and lifted the body bag onto a long thick table, sliding it inside and securely locked it inside until the morning.
Neil gave one last desolate glance at the morgue before exiting the room, with Max and Kenneth following close behind. Wandering through the long dimly lit corridor they walked in silence, each consumed by their harrowing thoughts. They all knew that this was the 9th death this week, and it was not even the end of the week. Also, from Neil's contacts in the General Hospital and from the mayor there was at least another twelve deaths in the community.
Max stepped up beside Neil as they turned into an adjacent corridor, nearing a doorway that led to the stairs to the floor above. "I've distributed out the stimulants like you asked Neil. Hopefully, that will keep the kids awake tonight"
Neil gave a quiet nod, then growled. "There has to be some way to stop that fucker"
"We've tried everything" Kenneth declared from his left, his green eyes glancing sadly at his boss.
As they slowed to a stop at the door, Neil reached up and took off his grey tie and stuff in his navy jacket pocket. For the last few weeks, he had contemplated on an idea, "I think we should enlist help from outside of Springwood"
"What?" Max asked, surprised. "Are you sure that is a wise idea Neil?"
He leaned resignedly against the wall and rubbed his eyes briefly "What else is there to do? We have tried creating our own dream suppressant and it was a failure. Any pharmaceutical company myself or the mayor approach decline our plea for help. There is so much red tape to get through and if we were to get approval or help, it would take years for it go through human trails. By that time, that fucker will have wiped out the all the children in the town. And as for any news articles that we try to destroy, some kid or teenagers still manages to find out something about him"
Kenneth glanced at Max, then at Neil. "Then what do you suggest?"
"Down the hypnosis route again. But not just hypnosis. Remember last month I was at that convention in Columbus?"
Both men nodded.
"When I was there, I met an old colleague of mine from Zanesville. He told me of a therapist from Central City who deals with dream therapy. He said that therapist is going to a convention next month in Zanesville. I am hoping to go there and try to get to speak with him, find out what exactly he uses dream therapy for" Neil replied.
"Dream therapy?" Max became intrigued. "I've never heard of that"
"It has been used since the early 20th century. It is not really a new concept or therapy. But over the last decade or so, most therapists are using behavioural therapy, cognitive behavioural therapy, and Integrative approaches, along with psychodynamic counselling. But I have heard of therapists that are still using dream therapy" Neil explained and saw the slight glimmer of optimisms in Max's eyes, but soon it faded as the man asked.
"What are you going to say to them?"
"If I do get to see them, then I will just ask them about their experience in dream therapy. What they use it for. If there is anything that I feel that could help us then I will try and persuade them to come to Westin Hills" Neil rubbed his eyes again, fatigue consuming him. "Even if I can get him to come for a few months"
Max and Kenneth exchanged horrified glances, then Max muttered. "But that will only put their life in danger!"
Neil shook his head, "No. Remember, that fucker can only people's dreams if they know about him. If I can get this therapist to come to Springwood, we will just have to keep quiet about HIM. We cannot risk another death like Dr Stewart"
Both men nodded slowly. Knowing all too well what had happened to Louise Stewart in at the end of August. She had just graduated from Springwood Community College in Child Psychology and had begun working on the ward at the start of August. She was only twenty-five years old. Within a few days of working, she had overheard a few of the patients discussing their dreams and heard them mutter his name. It was not long before she too had begun to dream of him and within weeks the bastard was terrorizing her, and then when he had finished having his fun with her, he had ruthlessly slaughtered her and displayed her mutilated corpse in front of the teenagers in the corridor of their sleeping quarters. Neil knew the reason for Krueger's killing of the young woman, he wanted the staff to fear him too. He wanted them to know that no-one would be able to stop him, that if it were required, he would target them too.
"Look. I will deal with it if it happens" Neil glimpsed briefly at his two colleagues, "Our priority at the moment is keeping the kids safe How is the supply of the stimulants?"
"We have two months' supply of Modafinil, one month's supply of Armodafinil and are down to two weeks' worth of Xyrem. I have ordered in more Modafinil and Methylphenidate. But I am not sure when it will arrive" Max responded.
"Okay" Neil nodded quicky, "Just keep me updated on the progress of the orders"
Max gave a curt nod.
Kenneth took a step towards the door. "I will check if anything else needs ordered from the medical room and let you know Max"
"Thanks. I will come with you" Max smiled then turned to look at Neill, "Are you heading off home Neill?"
Neil followed them both through the doors to the staircase and shook his head, "No. I am going to check on Paul, see if the kids are settled or the night. Then I will probably head home for a few hours"
As they entered through the door to the first floor, Max and Kenneth turned right down towards the medical supply room, past various staff offices. While Neil turned left and through a set of security doors to the main ward where the teenagers slept. He passed by a few doorways that were opened and peered inside them seeing a few boys and girls congregated on their beds, chatting to each together dressed in their night attire, or still in their daytime clothes. Some of them were drinking caffeinated drinks like coke, Pepsi, while some of them had hot cups of coffee that were given out to them by the staff. Anything to help them keep alert and awake. There were fifteen rooms designated for the teenagers, some of them had two or three kids per room, but some only had a single occupant. There were sixteen teenagers currently admitted to the ward, nine girls and seven boys. Ages ranging from fourteen to nineteen years old.
He approached the end of the corridor and turned right into the next one, seeing his fellow doctor Paul Coleman chatting quietly to one of the female nurses. He was a tall man, with dark black hair and sparking green eyes, in his early thirties. For the last eighteen months he had been a valued member of the staff, having struck up good friendships with not just the staff, but with the teenagers whenever they were admitted. Sensing his boss behind him, Paul turned around and then quickly excused himself from the nurse.
"Hi Neil" he gave a grave smile and walked towards him, "I have checked on the kids, they are still on edge after what happened last night. I have told them that we will be checking on them every few hours"
"That's good" Neil nodded in appreciation. Then glimpsed at his watch. "Do you want to head off? You have been here since 6am"
"No, I'm okay to stay until the morning" Paul shook his head.
"You haven't slept-"
Paul cut in and reassured him, "I will be okay. Anyway, the main thing is keeping the kids safe tonight. Have you been getting much sleep?"
"Not really, no" Neil sighed dejectedly, then began to walk with Paul down the corridor from where he came from. Their destination was his office, "I haven't been able to sleep and when I do I have dreams of her"
They entered Neil's large office near the end of the corridor. He offered Paul a mug of coffee, despite it being lukewarm, the other man eagerly took it. After a moment, Paul spoke. "You mean, you've been dreaming of Nancy?"
Neil sat in at his desk and fretfully nodded, "Yes. I know it is that fucker playing tricks on me. Trying to get me to lower my guard. I have been staying awake the last few nights"
"I know that I never knew her, but I know from what you have told me you were fond of her" Paul responded.
"More than just that. I was in love with her. She was so strong and compassionate" He closed eyes briefly. "But he took her from me before I could get the chance to tell her how I really felt"
Paul walked over to his boss and gently placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to reassure him. "We will find a way to stop him. You mentioned to me last night about your trip to Zanesville, when is it?"
"Next month. From Friday the 8th of October to the 10th. The convention is only for one day, on the Saturday" Neil replied.
"Do you want me to come with you? I am sure Max and Kenneth can handle things for a day or so" Paul suggested.
Neil smiled in gratitude, "That would be great, I could use the company. I am hoping to meet a therapist that is going to be there. I am hoping to get them to help us"
"Are you going to mention our…problem?" Paul grew wary.
"No" Neil took one last sip of his lukewarm coffee and rose to his feet, grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair. "I will have to choose my words carefully around him. I am going to head home for a few hours. Tell Max that I will be back at 8am"
Paul nodded and left the room, with Neil following him. They went their separate ways, with Neil hastily walking down the stairs of the building to the reception area. He smiled and muttered his goodbyes to a few of the female nurses that went about their duties. Despite the late hour, the staff were busy, it was non-stop. He stepped out into the large car park and withing minutes his blue Volvo was driving through the dark, barren streets of the town. Heading towards his small apartment in the centre of town. As he drove past the darkened mall, an ambulance flew by, their red and blue lights flickering wildly in the night. The sirens pierced through the silent streets. Neil felt his heart drop to the pit of his stomach, knowing all too well that HE may have claimed another victim…
X x x
A young girl, no older than sixteen ran down a darkened passageway. Their blond hair was marred with sweat, sticking to their horrified face as they frantically tried to find a way out of the power plant. But deep down they knew it was hopeless. Despite trying to stay awake for the last night with copious amounts of caffeinate drinks and stay awake tablets, Zoe had finally surrendered to sleep to her terror.
Somehow, she had managed to survive that madman's attack four nights before by slamming her hand against a hot scalding pipe, waking up to find a ghastly burn along her skin. But deep now at this very moment, she had this harrowing feeling that she may not endure the nightmare tonight.
A loud, treacherous laugh boomed from behind her, then from all around as Freddy watched his victim from the shadows. He smiled viciously to himself in the darkness then brought the tips of his blades to a long thin pipe, dragging them along lightly. Emitting that ear-splitting screech throughout the corridor.
Zoe yelped and continued, her fear escalating much to his twisted delight.
He moaned softly in delight at the fear that radiated from her and then began to walk forward, in her direction as she ran into the next dimly lit corridor.
Zoe gasped and sobbed, thinking back to when she first of the name – Freddy Krueger. It was the start of the month when she heard from her friend Rachel about the strange dreams, she had been having of a hideously burnt man with a dirty red and green sweater. It wasn't only her friend Rachel who had been dreaming of this monster, but Kevin and Gemma too. Both were found dead in their bedrooms within the last week. While Rachel had only been recently admitted to Westin Hills three days ago, after supposedly trying to commit suicide. But Zoe knew it was bullshit, her friend had no reason to kill herself. It was Freddy who had tried to take her life.
She glanced quickly over her shoulder seeing shadows shift and move, as though a figure was following her. Holding back a scream she ran fast and saw a hazy glow from up head, possibly another room or exit. As she approached, she threw one last cautious glance over her should and sighed in reprieve there was no one following her.
Her bright blue eyes peered through the opening, and she found herself to be in a room, with another corridor to the far right at the end of the room. Carefully she studied the area, seeing a long thick metal table at the far end of a wall facing her, a dirty grimy sheet was sprawled over the top of an object. It looked like a body.
To her left was a small rusty furnace, dazzling red and yellow flames flashed brightly generating a hazy glow in the room. She gave a hesitant look into the furnace and saw that the flames were devouring old, skeletal remains of bodies. Taking a step to her right she heard a low moan from the table, and slowly craned her face towards the sheet.
The grey fabric began to rustle, wiggling as though the body beneath it was coming to life. Soon, deep red crimson stains began to saturate the fabric spreading to every inch of the material.
She froze as she heard a low moan, then a voice calling out her name
"Zoe…"
The voice was familiar to her. It just couldn't be. Not her. Not her best friend.
The blood-stained sheet was whipped away from the body and Zoe screamed. She was right, it was her best friend, Amber. Her once dirty fair hair was now soaked in her blood, her face was marred with four long deep slash marks. Tearing it apart to reveal the muscular tissue beneath and parts of her skull. Her purple nightdress was ripped part, showing her stomach that was disembowelled with her intestines being pulled out and hung limply over the side of her dismembered flesh of her waist. Her lifeless brown eyes stared at Zoe and her lips trembled, parting into an eerie smile as she whispered. "Zoe…."
The girl screamed once more and turned to run but came face to face with Freddy. He flashed her a nefarious smile and raised his blades that were coated with the blood and flesh of Amber's remains, waving each blade at her. "Hello, piggy!"
Zoe jerked back as he swooped them forward, missing her face by inches and she ran down the corridor behind her. Her cries and whimpers of panic echoed in the dark as she came to a dead end. She whirled around expecting Freddy to close in on her, but she was alone. She leaned forward, placing her hands on her shaking knees and took a sharp intake of breath. All was eerily calm until she heard a faint humming noise from behind her. Straightening up she twisted around to a small disused furnace and saw that the door had creaked opened. Inside she could hear buzzing, which grew louder with each passing moment.
A small bee zipped out from the darkness and flew past her face, making her flinch and yelp. She froze, she hated bees and particularly wasps. There was another faint buzzing sound and another bee whooshed out of the furnace, following by a few more. They swarmed around her face, and hair. She shrieked and madly flapped her hands at them, trying to whip them away from her face. Another loud buzzing sound echoed from inside the furnace, but this time dozens of the bees and wasps soared out of the metal doorway, swirling and encircling her head and arms. She screamed as they began to jab and stab at her with their sharp tails, piercing into her skin. Leaving red lesions. She turned and tried to run back down the corridor, but more of the bees appeared out of thin air. There was now at least a hundred of them as they engulfed her. They jabbed and prodded at her skin, her face, her chin, cheeks, throat. Her arms and chest. She screamed as they landed on her legs, piercing her flesh and slowly poisoning her body. Zoe collapsed to her knees, and she screamed once more, feeling them crawling up under her nightdress above her knees to her thighs. Where they continued to sting and pierce her skin, drawing blood and leaving more abrasions on her once smooth and unblemished flesh. Her energy began to diminish as the toxin from the bees and wasps ravaged her body, pouring through each vein and artery.
Soon her body was decimated with deep red lesions, which oozed her blood. She rolled onto her side and sobbed, as she felt her life slowly drain from her. Her eyes slowly opened, and she saw the mass of bees and wasps spin upwards, whirling around as they formed into a body, into Freddy.
He towered above her dying body and gave her a depraved smile, "Hey Zoe!"
She weakly looked up at him, her breathing low and laboured.
Freddy crouched down to her, "You really are a buzz kill!"
Her eyes fluttered wildly as her life faded away.
Freddy laughed manically and savoured the sight of her dead corpse, then ran his scarred hand lightly over her disfigured face that were covered in red, ghastly lesions. She was his third kill of the night, sixth in the last two nights. Not bad he had to admit. Everything was going smoothly. He never thought over the last four years that he would have killed so many of the little piglets. At how easily they would find out about him. What was the body count he was on now, ever since that bitch Alice died? Over 3000. He smiled maliciously at this. The youngest victim was only a few days old with the oldest just a few days off their 20th birthday. With each macabre kill and with each soul he collected, grew more powerful. Even entering the subconscious of his victims to make his way into the waking world, to inflict more terror on his victims' friends and those fuckers in Westin hills. His grip on this pathetic little town was tightening, growing more potent. He knew that his job, his 'special work' would never be over. Not until every fucking brat in this town was his. Even then he knew that he wouldn't stop. His bloodlust was too strong, he was addicted.
And as for them, he knew he would find them. As his powers grew, he would try and sense their presence, to find out exactly what town they were in. He knew they were still in the state of Ohio, but as for what town he wasn't entirely sure. Yet.
Freddy rose to his feet and moaned in fulfilment as the soul of Zoe flew into his chest, another one for the collection. He smirked darkly and turned towards the corridor, walking down through the vast passageways until he arrived at the room where he had died years before. Even now twenty-five years after his death there was still the faint stench of burnt flesh.
To his right was a large window, with six windowpanes, three of them were smashed, the glass had scattered on a large work bench and on the concrete ground. The wall facing him mainly consisted of stone, concrete. The remains of the broken Molotov bottles were swept under the bench that faced him.
He glanced at the lit furnace perched against the middle of the wall to the far right, next to it to the right was a small grimy mattress that had a few old, tattered dolls laid across it. As he approached the bench, he grabbed the steel handle of the honing device and slowly began to rotate it forward, allowing the circular honing plate to spin. He brought each bloodied blade towards the plate as it spun wildly and in silence, he began to sharpen his murderous glove. After a few minutes he withdrew his claw and let go of the handle, allowing the spinning plate to slow to a stop. He contracted his blades quickly and smirked. Soon, his brooding gaze turned towards the shelf above him, and he reached up with his burnt hand to grab a small wooden photo frame. His eyes narrowed slightly beneath his fedora as he studied the child in the photo. A pleased smile graced his burnt lips as he stared at the child. It was one the of last photos he had taken of them. Just a few weeks before they were taken away from him. He growled, rage flowing through him at the memory of that night.
He closed eyes, banishing that memory to the back of his mind then with a twisted smirk he opened his eyes and lightly kissed the photo and placed it back onto the shelf.
As he turned to leave the room, a pringling sensation swept over his body. It was normal for him to feel this way. It was an indication that someone was sleeping. Someone to whom he had never fully showed themselves. But had over the last few weeks been using the memory of that bitch Nancy to heighten the fuckers fear.
But tonight, he would pay that fucker a little visit…