Chapter 10
Putting it Together
Alice sat at the kitchen table. She had already given her father his pain medication so he was sleeping soundly in the room upstairs. She had gone through the house and collected the Sunday newspapers from the living room and was now looking through the stories from the Six months. She skimmed the headlines and cringed. Only 4 seemed to catch her eye. Normally others would have over looked them, accept for the last one which seemed bolder then the other 3. "No, no, no." she repeated.
"Elm Street Home Repaired" House at 1428 Elm Street was purchased recently by an unknown developer. The property, which had sat untouched for over 15 years had been abandoned by it previous owners following the death of their son. The house fell in to disrepair and became condemned shortly after. An estimated $15000 of repairs has been done restoring the house to its original elegance. What makes this an interesting case is the history behind the house. Originally built in the 1960's and later owned by the Thompson family, it first entered the papers during the "Springwood Slasher" case back in the 1970's. When accused killer Fredrick Krueger was released on a technicality, and later died in a fire the police were sent to the house by anonymous tips that Mr. Thompson, then a Lieutenant at the Springwood Police had his hand in the cover up of what some claim to be the Murder of the released man. Neither Mr. Thompson nor anyone else accused ever went to trial. Years later, the house again appeared in the headlines when Mr. Thompson's wife died in her sleep in the upstairs bedroom. After the death of her mother, Nancy Thompson researched dreams and pattern nightmares, becoming involved with the investigation of the "outbreak" at the springwood Hospital Psychiatric Wing when more teens from the Elm Street Area either died from suicide, mysterious accidents or other sorts of death. Again the house appeared among one of the patience. A Miss Kristen Parker, a resident at that time claimed her dreams involved the house. The house itself has not entered the papers since this final incident. However because of the dark past it already possesses, it has stayed on the market all this time. While some residents of the street stand of eggshells wondering if "bad luck" will soon return. This reporter however thinks that the darkness is over.
Follow-ups: Kristen Parker herself as well as the survivors of the hospital later died of suicide. All facts found have been verified by past articles and undisclosed sources.
"2 Teens Die in Car Crash" Blake Tension and Marshal Brass died Saturday evening when their car ran in to a trash bin outside the renovated house on Elm Street. The blood Alcohol levels of the boys were high and the speed of the vehicle was 20 miles over the speed limit for the street. Coroners report says Mr. Tension, who was driving fell asleep behind the wheel while he and his friend were joyriding around the block. Witness claim the boys had been circling the block for an hour playing loud music. While drag racing down the street at 2am Tension lost control of the car and veered in to the garbage bin outside the house. While the property was not damaged, the impact killed the two boys when it threw them through the windshield and against the bin going at speeds up to 40 mph. The family of the deceased have asked if anyone has any information leading to the arrest of the person or persons who gave the boys the alcohol, please contact the police department.
"1 Teen Drowned in House Pool" Britney Martin was found dead drown in her aunt pool at 1489 Elm Street Saturday morning. Mrs. Martin, Her aunt, says she last saw her niece that evening when she went to sleep. Police assume the girl must have left the house later that night for a swim in the pool. After slipping on the edge of the pool hit her head on the side and was knocked unconscious. There are not suspects or witnesses at this time. However the family of Ms Martin asks that you contact the local police if you have any information.
"1 Teen Found Dead in her Garage"
Lara Lyn Larson was found in her garage early in the morning by her mother Carla Larson. Police have confirmed the death as an accident. A combination of an oil slick in the garage floor caused the young girl to slip and fall upon a garden rake Tuesday evening. Mrs. Larson says she came down stairs when she heard her daughter call for her mother's help. Mrs. Larson then proceeded to the garage where she found her daughter impaled upon the rake. Paramedics attempted to revive the teenager but she succumbed to a punctured lung. Police suspect no foul play and service will be arranges at the Springwood funeral home later this week. Lara Lyn was a student at Springwood High School. This would have been her senior Year. Mrs. Larson says her daughter hoped to move to Los Angeles California after school to attend UCLA.
All the papers found hidden on different pages of the paper were within a month or two of each other and as it seemed no one had put the parts together. Alice knew that it was much more the coincidence that these things happened either near the house of on the same street. It was time that Alice did a little investigating of her own. Her mind was still puzzled with weather or not her friend's spirit had really pulled from beyond the grave to contact her and bring her back. If so, it must have been very powerful, for Krueger had never been able to follow beyond the Elm Street residence that he himself had once lived.
The next morning after a blissfully dreamless sleep Alice awoke. Her father was still resting so rather then wake him she left early to the hospital. She had to find out more about the girl she had seen in the emergency room. Perhaps she possessed the same power Kristen Parker had, and she and her son now had. Maybe she could close this gate between them and put the evil to rest.
She got to the hospital after 10am that morning and was able to find the room Melissa Keller was in. She went to the elevator and to the third floor where she had been put. When she found her room she stood outside the door for a few minutes, almost afraid to enter it. Slowly she opened the door and stepped inside closing it behind her. Melissa was resting now, the color still drained from her face, but her hair was brushed and clean. Alice went over to her bed side and looked down at her. "Kristen?" she whispered. "Rick? Dan? Anybody?" Melissa's body convulsed a moment and her eyes opened again, the white glazed eyes staring at her.
"Alice" a voice came. It was like a chorus of all the people she had known that had been killed. "You have to help us, and help her. We can not protect her much longer. He is getting closer." Alice breathed deep, almost near tears.
"What do I do?" she asked. But at that moment her eyes closed and opened again. When they did they were normal brown eyes on the tired face of a sick girl.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"Hi, my name is Alice." She replied. Melissa flinched.
"No, you're not real, it's another trick." Melissa said, visibly frightened.
"No, its okay, I want to help you." Alice pleaded. Melissa looked in her eyes and began to calm down.
"You are real, aren't you?" she asked. Alice nodded. Melissa's eyes tear and she began to cry. "I don't know what's I happening to me. I move here with my mom and all of a sudden I can't sleep, I hear voices, and I think I'm going crazy."
"No, you are not crazy." Alice said trying to comfort her. "I know you aren't because I've seen him too."
"No, you don't understand." Melissa explained. "I've not seen him, I've never seen him. Andrea thought I had too, but I haven't. I've only heard the voices calling for my help, but I've never gotten that far." Alice nodded. That had been what they had told her. They are protecting her, though she didn't know why.
"You have to tell me what is happening, so I can help you." At that moment the door opened and a nurse entered.
"Miss, you have to let this child rest. She has had a hard night." The nurse went over to Melissa and touched her forehead. Putting a thermometer in her mouth the number soon rose to 102. The nurse injected a needle in to her IV, and checked her fluids. "There, now you can rest."
"Rest? You gave her something to make her sleep?" Alice asked. The nurse nodded and left. Alice rose quickly and put her hands of Melissa's face making here eyes focus on her. "Melissa you have to tell me!"
"Come." Melissa said drowsy. "If you want to see, come with me." Alice's eyes widened. She hadn't dreamt in years, not in Springwood.
"How do you know I can dream with you?" She asked. Melissa tried to speak but soon drifted away. Alice sighed and leaned back the chair and closed her eyes willing herself to sleep. She breathed deep, thinking of Melissa, visualizing her standing next to her. She breathed in and out, thinking of the dark space around her until within moments she realized she too was asleep and really was standing next to Melissa. They were in the boiler room. It was hot and damp. A fire roared in the main boiler. Alice recognized it from the one Kristen had died in. Melissa stood in front of it, dressed in jeans and a tee shirt. The same outfit she wore the night she entered the hospital. Alice slowly touched her shoulder.
"Are you real?" Melissa asked not looking at here, sill staring in the fire.
"Yes." Alice replied. Melissa then looked at her, noting she too was dress as she had last seen her. "What are we doing here?" she asked.
"This is where I've been waking up. It is where they keep taking me." She replied. "Who has been taking you?" Alice asked. Melissa pointed behind her and Alice turned. Behind her stood a group of children, some small, some about Melissa's age. All of them were pale and ghostly with white film over their eyes. Alice flinched. The children looked at her and blinked, their eyes returning to normal but their skin still pale. Alice and Melissa turned to them. "Who are you?" she asked. A girl with long dark hair spoke then.
"We were the first." She replied. "You were the last. We need your help in returning to peace." Alice was confused. "He is gaining power from those he has killed. He killed the first to grow form, the second to grow strength, and the third to get out and among the dreams of others. Now he is searching for them all, but only as far as he can reach."
"Elm Street." Alice said. The girl nodded. "So he can't get past Elm Street, but how come?"
"His power still lies there." She replied. "It lies here." The room disappeared and they stood outside the house on Elm Street.
"What is happening to me?" Melissa asked. "Why can't I wake up?"
"He is trying to keep you here." The girl replied. "As he gets stronger the farther he can reach, and the closer he gets to you. He is trying to keep you here for when the time comes, you will be next."
"No!" Alice yelled pulling Melissa to her. "He can't have her, and as long as we don't go to Elm we are fine."
"But that is where you don't understand." The girl replied. "There are already many there." Alice was about to ask who when she jerked awake by a buzzing sound in the room. The fluid bag had emptied and was calling the nurse. Alice looked at her watch. 3 hours had already past, and Melissa still lay still. She took a piece of paper from some hospital stationary on the dresser and wrote down her number and put it inside Melissa's fevered hand. "If you can hear me, call if you need help."
The nurse came in the room and Alice slipped out. Quickly she left to her car. She had to get to Elm and find out who was still there weak enough for him to reach. She had to find them first before night came, before the dreams, and before he got out.
Putting it Together
Alice sat at the kitchen table. She had already given her father his pain medication so he was sleeping soundly in the room upstairs. She had gone through the house and collected the Sunday newspapers from the living room and was now looking through the stories from the Six months. She skimmed the headlines and cringed. Only 4 seemed to catch her eye. Normally others would have over looked them, accept for the last one which seemed bolder then the other 3. "No, no, no." she repeated.
"Elm Street Home Repaired" House at 1428 Elm Street was purchased recently by an unknown developer. The property, which had sat untouched for over 15 years had been abandoned by it previous owners following the death of their son. The house fell in to disrepair and became condemned shortly after. An estimated $15000 of repairs has been done restoring the house to its original elegance. What makes this an interesting case is the history behind the house. Originally built in the 1960's and later owned by the Thompson family, it first entered the papers during the "Springwood Slasher" case back in the 1970's. When accused killer Fredrick Krueger was released on a technicality, and later died in a fire the police were sent to the house by anonymous tips that Mr. Thompson, then a Lieutenant at the Springwood Police had his hand in the cover up of what some claim to be the Murder of the released man. Neither Mr. Thompson nor anyone else accused ever went to trial. Years later, the house again appeared in the headlines when Mr. Thompson's wife died in her sleep in the upstairs bedroom. After the death of her mother, Nancy Thompson researched dreams and pattern nightmares, becoming involved with the investigation of the "outbreak" at the springwood Hospital Psychiatric Wing when more teens from the Elm Street Area either died from suicide, mysterious accidents or other sorts of death. Again the house appeared among one of the patience. A Miss Kristen Parker, a resident at that time claimed her dreams involved the house. The house itself has not entered the papers since this final incident. However because of the dark past it already possesses, it has stayed on the market all this time. While some residents of the street stand of eggshells wondering if "bad luck" will soon return. This reporter however thinks that the darkness is over.
Follow-ups: Kristen Parker herself as well as the survivors of the hospital later died of suicide. All facts found have been verified by past articles and undisclosed sources.
"2 Teens Die in Car Crash" Blake Tension and Marshal Brass died Saturday evening when their car ran in to a trash bin outside the renovated house on Elm Street. The blood Alcohol levels of the boys were high and the speed of the vehicle was 20 miles over the speed limit for the street. Coroners report says Mr. Tension, who was driving fell asleep behind the wheel while he and his friend were joyriding around the block. Witness claim the boys had been circling the block for an hour playing loud music. While drag racing down the street at 2am Tension lost control of the car and veered in to the garbage bin outside the house. While the property was not damaged, the impact killed the two boys when it threw them through the windshield and against the bin going at speeds up to 40 mph. The family of the deceased have asked if anyone has any information leading to the arrest of the person or persons who gave the boys the alcohol, please contact the police department.
"1 Teen Drowned in House Pool" Britney Martin was found dead drown in her aunt pool at 1489 Elm Street Saturday morning. Mrs. Martin, Her aunt, says she last saw her niece that evening when she went to sleep. Police assume the girl must have left the house later that night for a swim in the pool. After slipping on the edge of the pool hit her head on the side and was knocked unconscious. There are not suspects or witnesses at this time. However the family of Ms Martin asks that you contact the local police if you have any information.
"1 Teen Found Dead in her Garage"
Lara Lyn Larson was found in her garage early in the morning by her mother Carla Larson. Police have confirmed the death as an accident. A combination of an oil slick in the garage floor caused the young girl to slip and fall upon a garden rake Tuesday evening. Mrs. Larson says she came down stairs when she heard her daughter call for her mother's help. Mrs. Larson then proceeded to the garage where she found her daughter impaled upon the rake. Paramedics attempted to revive the teenager but she succumbed to a punctured lung. Police suspect no foul play and service will be arranges at the Springwood funeral home later this week. Lara Lyn was a student at Springwood High School. This would have been her senior Year. Mrs. Larson says her daughter hoped to move to Los Angeles California after school to attend UCLA.
All the papers found hidden on different pages of the paper were within a month or two of each other and as it seemed no one had put the parts together. Alice knew that it was much more the coincidence that these things happened either near the house of on the same street. It was time that Alice did a little investigating of her own. Her mind was still puzzled with weather or not her friend's spirit had really pulled from beyond the grave to contact her and bring her back. If so, it must have been very powerful, for Krueger had never been able to follow beyond the Elm Street residence that he himself had once lived.
The next morning after a blissfully dreamless sleep Alice awoke. Her father was still resting so rather then wake him she left early to the hospital. She had to find out more about the girl she had seen in the emergency room. Perhaps she possessed the same power Kristen Parker had, and she and her son now had. Maybe she could close this gate between them and put the evil to rest.
She got to the hospital after 10am that morning and was able to find the room Melissa Keller was in. She went to the elevator and to the third floor where she had been put. When she found her room she stood outside the door for a few minutes, almost afraid to enter it. Slowly she opened the door and stepped inside closing it behind her. Melissa was resting now, the color still drained from her face, but her hair was brushed and clean. Alice went over to her bed side and looked down at her. "Kristen?" she whispered. "Rick? Dan? Anybody?" Melissa's body convulsed a moment and her eyes opened again, the white glazed eyes staring at her.
"Alice" a voice came. It was like a chorus of all the people she had known that had been killed. "You have to help us, and help her. We can not protect her much longer. He is getting closer." Alice breathed deep, almost near tears.
"What do I do?" she asked. But at that moment her eyes closed and opened again. When they did they were normal brown eyes on the tired face of a sick girl.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"Hi, my name is Alice." She replied. Melissa flinched.
"No, you're not real, it's another trick." Melissa said, visibly frightened.
"No, its okay, I want to help you." Alice pleaded. Melissa looked in her eyes and began to calm down.
"You are real, aren't you?" she asked. Alice nodded. Melissa's eyes tear and she began to cry. "I don't know what's I happening to me. I move here with my mom and all of a sudden I can't sleep, I hear voices, and I think I'm going crazy."
"No, you are not crazy." Alice said trying to comfort her. "I know you aren't because I've seen him too."
"No, you don't understand." Melissa explained. "I've not seen him, I've never seen him. Andrea thought I had too, but I haven't. I've only heard the voices calling for my help, but I've never gotten that far." Alice nodded. That had been what they had told her. They are protecting her, though she didn't know why.
"You have to tell me what is happening, so I can help you." At that moment the door opened and a nurse entered.
"Miss, you have to let this child rest. She has had a hard night." The nurse went over to Melissa and touched her forehead. Putting a thermometer in her mouth the number soon rose to 102. The nurse injected a needle in to her IV, and checked her fluids. "There, now you can rest."
"Rest? You gave her something to make her sleep?" Alice asked. The nurse nodded and left. Alice rose quickly and put her hands of Melissa's face making here eyes focus on her. "Melissa you have to tell me!"
"Come." Melissa said drowsy. "If you want to see, come with me." Alice's eyes widened. She hadn't dreamt in years, not in Springwood.
"How do you know I can dream with you?" She asked. Melissa tried to speak but soon drifted away. Alice sighed and leaned back the chair and closed her eyes willing herself to sleep. She breathed deep, thinking of Melissa, visualizing her standing next to her. She breathed in and out, thinking of the dark space around her until within moments she realized she too was asleep and really was standing next to Melissa. They were in the boiler room. It was hot and damp. A fire roared in the main boiler. Alice recognized it from the one Kristen had died in. Melissa stood in front of it, dressed in jeans and a tee shirt. The same outfit she wore the night she entered the hospital. Alice slowly touched her shoulder.
"Are you real?" Melissa asked not looking at here, sill staring in the fire.
"Yes." Alice replied. Melissa then looked at her, noting she too was dress as she had last seen her. "What are we doing here?" she asked.
"This is where I've been waking up. It is where they keep taking me." She replied. "Who has been taking you?" Alice asked. Melissa pointed behind her and Alice turned. Behind her stood a group of children, some small, some about Melissa's age. All of them were pale and ghostly with white film over their eyes. Alice flinched. The children looked at her and blinked, their eyes returning to normal but their skin still pale. Alice and Melissa turned to them. "Who are you?" she asked. A girl with long dark hair spoke then.
"We were the first." She replied. "You were the last. We need your help in returning to peace." Alice was confused. "He is gaining power from those he has killed. He killed the first to grow form, the second to grow strength, and the third to get out and among the dreams of others. Now he is searching for them all, but only as far as he can reach."
"Elm Street." Alice said. The girl nodded. "So he can't get past Elm Street, but how come?"
"His power still lies there." She replied. "It lies here." The room disappeared and they stood outside the house on Elm Street.
"What is happening to me?" Melissa asked. "Why can't I wake up?"
"He is trying to keep you here." The girl replied. "As he gets stronger the farther he can reach, and the closer he gets to you. He is trying to keep you here for when the time comes, you will be next."
"No!" Alice yelled pulling Melissa to her. "He can't have her, and as long as we don't go to Elm we are fine."
"But that is where you don't understand." The girl replied. "There are already many there." Alice was about to ask who when she jerked awake by a buzzing sound in the room. The fluid bag had emptied and was calling the nurse. Alice looked at her watch. 3 hours had already past, and Melissa still lay still. She took a piece of paper from some hospital stationary on the dresser and wrote down her number and put it inside Melissa's fevered hand. "If you can hear me, call if you need help."
The nurse came in the room and Alice slipped out. Quickly she left to her car. She had to get to Elm and find out who was still there weak enough for him to reach. She had to find them first before night came, before the dreams, and before he got out.
