Author's Note: Gah, I forgot the disclaimer last time! Freddy, Maggie, Hypnocil, Jason and others belong to their respective companies obviously not me. Any way, the story, don't be too harsh on it, it'll get better in later chapters. Tell me what you think so far by reviewing!

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Family Ties

"One two Freddy's coming for you. Three four better lock your door. Five six grab your crucifix. Seven eight better stay up late. Nine ten never sleep again."

late July 2003

"Found you, Katherine dear." Fred Charles Krueger chuckled. His eyes alight with malignant intent. "While Jason stirs up the town, I'll busy myself with corrupting your daughter."

"Hello Sarah." A man purred as he emerged from the shadows.

The six year old girl stopped playing with her dolls, "Oh, who are you?" She asked the shadowed figure that approached her. "I've never seen you before."

The man crouched beside her on the rug, his face still hidden in the shadow of his fedora.

"I'm a friend; my name is Freddy, I know your mommy very well."

"How did you get in my dream?" She asked putting down her dolls, peering up at him. "Did I make you up?"   

The man smiled and took off his hat, revealing his scarred face. "No, I'm very real see."

Sarah reached her little hands up to touch his cheeks. "What happened?"

Before Freddy could explain, a look of irritation crossed his features as he rose, "Not now!" He growled as he disappeared.

"Freddy?" Sarah stood up, looking around her dream bedroom. "Come back! We just met!"

"Sarah. Sarah, wake up." Maggie Brighid shook her daughter, "It's time for school."

Sarah sat up in her bed looking about her room. "Where's Freddy?"

A look of alarm crossed Maggie's features as her heart stopped, "What did you say?" She asked gripping her daughter's arm firmly.

"Freddy, he's my new friend mommy." Sarah said, "He was just here." Sarah's blue eyes swept the room again.

Maggie bit her lip as she closed her eyes. "Please don't let him be back. Please."

"Mommy do you know Freddy? He says he knows you." Sarah interrupted her prayer.

"Stop! Don't talk about him!" Maggie screamed jumping to her feet, her hands pressed against her ears. "Get ready for school you're going to be late!" She yelled leaving the room.

"Mommy!" Sarah cried clutching her quilt to her chest. "Why don't you believe me?" She sobbed.

     From then on my mother looked at me differently and she was always cold towards me. I never knew why, but it hurt and I hate her for treating me like that. But my imaginary friend, as my psychiatrist called Freddy always visited me in my dreams. He'd come and comfort me and play with me to lift my spirits when mother was angry with me. Then his visits stopped suddenly and I was left alone. He promised he'd always be there when I needed him so where did he go?

April 2010

"Earth calling Sarah. Sarah Brighid do you read me?" Students around us erupted in laughter.

I lifted my head off my notebook as I opened my eyes.

"What Shawn?" I asked irritably. He made a hissing noise.

"Gawd bitchy. The bell rang. I thought you'd like to know, unless you want to continue napping on the lunch table." 

I elbowed him in the side after I stood up, then I gathered up my books.

"Thanks for waking me." I said before I stalked off to algebra, my shoulder length chocolate brown hair swishing behind me.

Algebra was absolute hell, I couldn't pay attention and I continually dozed off only to be woken by the clearing of Mr. Simkins' throat.

"Miss Brighid will you explain how we got this answer?" He asked. I blinked trying to focus, my eyelids drooped.

"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention." I said looking to my desk top.

"Obviously." Simkins said turning back to the dry-erase board. My classmates laughed. I stuck my tongue out at Simkins before turning my attention to my notes. "Jackass." I thought.

       Art was much more enjoyable, these factors having to do with it: one, I can get away with sleeping the entire period and two, I actually enjoy drawing. Today's assignment was no exception, our 'mission for the day' as Mrs. Trenholm likes to call it, was to draw something from real life using value to make it three dimensional. When I draw I go into a sort of trance and I draw without knowing what I'm doing until I hear Trenholm's voice announcing it's time to leave. Then I come out of my trance and am surprised to see what I've done. Today I drew a boiler room as the backdrop with a little boy tied to a chair near the furnace with a man leaning down towards him, all I could see of the man was his silhouette. The girl next to me exclaimed I was disturbed and hurried away from me. I tend to agree there is something up with me but it doesn't phase me the way it does others. I've grown used to the fact that I am very much different from others I have met. Sometimes I wonder if I'm the only one who feels this way, until I find another like me I guess I'll assume I am.

~*~*~To be continued~*~*~

Author's note: Hey did anybody know that Freddy's name means 'one who leads peacefully'? I thought that was pretty funny and his middle name means 'masculine and powerful'. Bizarre, I wonder if Wes Craven planned it that way? P.S. sorry for the incredibly short chapter.