Gathered in the dilapidated living room of 1428 Elm Street, sleep
came slowly but surely for the group of lost souls in their attempt to
contact the local "resident" of the house.
Before they knew it, the teens were in a realm of endless possibilities. Everything seemed so surreal in the dream world, but then again that was the very least they could expect if Freddy was anywhere nearby.
Kenny shivered as beads of cold sweat ran down his forehead. He knew even after Freddy had his fun with Sarah that he would be the next unfortunate victim, only he would be probably be gutted and roasted alive in one of the boilers. Even if that did not happen, this dream was going to be horrible; he could tell already. Everything in the room looked the same but at the same time was so... wrong.
"I can't wait," squealed Sarah as she and her companions accustomed themselves to their shared nightmare.
Lightning flashed and thunder roared outside, illuminating the now dark and silent house with an unearthly cacophony, the pale light causing the already unnerving shadows to take on lives of their own.
"The boogeyman is real, isn't he," whispered Ashley.
"What the fuck's wrong with YOU now," snapped Derrick. "You were anxious to come here before!"
"That was before we started dreaming this you asshole," sneered Ashley.
Before Derrick could respond to the shrill noise and content of Ashley's voice, another sound caught his attention.
"Listen."
Everyone followed Derrick's gaze to the cellar door. Along with the eerie orange light that shown from the crack underneath the metal door, slow, foreboding footsteps were steadily making their way up the creaking stairs. The group held its collective breath until it was used for a scream at the sight of an unexpected visitor, who's silhouette was made all the more frightening by the lightning. Her mangled face transformed into a horrific smile as she began to giggle.
"One, two, Freddy's comin' for YOU," cackled the apparently insane girl, almost giddily, who in turn scampered away into the nearby hallway.
The teens were so shocked that they almost did not even notice the handle to the cellar door slowly turning. It finally creaked open to reveal Kenny's worst nightmare, Derrick's goal, Ashely's curious interest, and Sarah's obsession.
"In case you're still wondering," cackled Freddy Krueger, who sported his usual sadistic smile. "The boogeyman is real and yes, this house is haunted."
Shock and fear pervaded most of the group, even though Sarah unconsciously licked her lips. Freddy let the cellar door slam shut and began to slowly circle the teens, clicking his blades as he went.
"This is my house," he growled, almost whispering. "No one has dared to come here for a long time-"
"Oh God, please don't kill us!!" shrieked Kenny. "We didn't mean no disrespect!"
Freddy shook his head in a disgusted manner.
"Of course not piggy, of course not," he snickered before backhanding Kenny with his gloved hand.
"You again."
Kenny slumped to the floor, not daring to move.
"Yeah, show him Freddy!" squealed Sarah.
Before the yearning young girl knew it, she was caught in a firm embrace from the Dream Stalker, shivering as a blade slowly traced its way down her smooth cheek.
"And who might you be, princess?" he hissed, his hot breath almost scalding her face.
"I'm Sarah," she purred, tracing a finger along his burned jaw line as she arched up against him. "I've been waiting for this moment for a long time."
Freddy snickered at the brashness of the girl, the glow from the lightning reflecting off of them. She could in fact prove to be the kind of entertainment he was looking for.
"You're a twisted little whore aren't you," he said with a low laugh.
Sarah smiled slyly as she reached up and slipped the dusty black fedora off of Freddy's blistered head and placed it on her own.
"Now it's playtime, bitch," whispered Freddy.
Sarah shivered and bit her lip at his words, feeling the cold steel blades against her now heaving chest.
"Hey wait, she's my gift to you!" stated Derrick. "I let you have your fun with her then you have to help me do something."
Before they could even blink, the group, minus Sarah, found themselves in an all too familiar place.
"The bo, boiler room," stammered a terrified Kenny.
"Now play nice while daddy's away," cooed Krueger from above.
Freddy's wicked voice echoed off of the boilers and steel walls of the fiery red hell as Ashley was the first to realize what the madman meant by "play nice". She only hoped the horrifying, seemingly undead people that now surrounded them would do just that.
"The more the merrier," echoed Freddy's maniacal laughter.
Before they knew it, the teens were in a realm of endless possibilities. Everything seemed so surreal in the dream world, but then again that was the very least they could expect if Freddy was anywhere nearby.
Kenny shivered as beads of cold sweat ran down his forehead. He knew even after Freddy had his fun with Sarah that he would be the next unfortunate victim, only he would be probably be gutted and roasted alive in one of the boilers. Even if that did not happen, this dream was going to be horrible; he could tell already. Everything in the room looked the same but at the same time was so... wrong.
"I can't wait," squealed Sarah as she and her companions accustomed themselves to their shared nightmare.
Lightning flashed and thunder roared outside, illuminating the now dark and silent house with an unearthly cacophony, the pale light causing the already unnerving shadows to take on lives of their own.
"The boogeyman is real, isn't he," whispered Ashley.
"What the fuck's wrong with YOU now," snapped Derrick. "You were anxious to come here before!"
"That was before we started dreaming this you asshole," sneered Ashley.
Before Derrick could respond to the shrill noise and content of Ashley's voice, another sound caught his attention.
"Listen."
Everyone followed Derrick's gaze to the cellar door. Along with the eerie orange light that shown from the crack underneath the metal door, slow, foreboding footsteps were steadily making their way up the creaking stairs. The group held its collective breath until it was used for a scream at the sight of an unexpected visitor, who's silhouette was made all the more frightening by the lightning. Her mangled face transformed into a horrific smile as she began to giggle.
"One, two, Freddy's comin' for YOU," cackled the apparently insane girl, almost giddily, who in turn scampered away into the nearby hallway.
The teens were so shocked that they almost did not even notice the handle to the cellar door slowly turning. It finally creaked open to reveal Kenny's worst nightmare, Derrick's goal, Ashely's curious interest, and Sarah's obsession.
"In case you're still wondering," cackled Freddy Krueger, who sported his usual sadistic smile. "The boogeyman is real and yes, this house is haunted."
Shock and fear pervaded most of the group, even though Sarah unconsciously licked her lips. Freddy let the cellar door slam shut and began to slowly circle the teens, clicking his blades as he went.
"This is my house," he growled, almost whispering. "No one has dared to come here for a long time-"
"Oh God, please don't kill us!!" shrieked Kenny. "We didn't mean no disrespect!"
Freddy shook his head in a disgusted manner.
"Of course not piggy, of course not," he snickered before backhanding Kenny with his gloved hand.
"You again."
Kenny slumped to the floor, not daring to move.
"Yeah, show him Freddy!" squealed Sarah.
Before the yearning young girl knew it, she was caught in a firm embrace from the Dream Stalker, shivering as a blade slowly traced its way down her smooth cheek.
"And who might you be, princess?" he hissed, his hot breath almost scalding her face.
"I'm Sarah," she purred, tracing a finger along his burned jaw line as she arched up against him. "I've been waiting for this moment for a long time."
Freddy snickered at the brashness of the girl, the glow from the lightning reflecting off of them. She could in fact prove to be the kind of entertainment he was looking for.
"You're a twisted little whore aren't you," he said with a low laugh.
Sarah smiled slyly as she reached up and slipped the dusty black fedora off of Freddy's blistered head and placed it on her own.
"Now it's playtime, bitch," whispered Freddy.
Sarah shivered and bit her lip at his words, feeling the cold steel blades against her now heaving chest.
"Hey wait, she's my gift to you!" stated Derrick. "I let you have your fun with her then you have to help me do something."
Before they could even blink, the group, minus Sarah, found themselves in an all too familiar place.
"The bo, boiler room," stammered a terrified Kenny.
"Now play nice while daddy's away," cooed Krueger from above.
Freddy's wicked voice echoed off of the boilers and steel walls of the fiery red hell as Ashley was the first to realize what the madman meant by "play nice". She only hoped the horrifying, seemingly undead people that now surrounded them would do just that.
"The more the merrier," echoed Freddy's maniacal laughter.