Author's note: Thanks for all your nice reviews; it's really motivating to know that my weird ideas are enjoyed by so many people.

This chapter is especially for Demona Triple H – you wanted it, you got it! *gggg*

So now turn on your IM and listen to a hellish chat that will melt your keyboard!

Last but not least, the ICQ# of Sarah is my own – feel free to use it in real for contacting me! :-)))

ICQ Log

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Session Start (133075899: 666242426): Fri Feb 20 20:43:33 2004

133075899/SarahMC: Hello Freddy. It's Sarah, Sarah McAllister. I emailed you several times before and you gave me your ICQ#, do you remember?

666242426/Boogeyman: of course I remember. How could I forget such a curious and ever-nagging piggy like you? So, what do you want?

SarahMC: well, how are you?

Boogeyman: what's that to you, bitch?

SarahMC: gee, calm down. Hell must be … well… like real hell if you're always in such a bad temper. I just wanted to know how you are, you know, that's what normal people ask when they start a friendly conversation.

Boogeyman: what gave you the idea that this will be a friendly conversation?

SarahMC: ah, c'mon. if you don't want to talk to me then why did you respond to my emails and accepted this chat session?

Boogeyman: sudden fit of dullness? deadly boredom? Blunder? Pick one out.

SarahMC: funny, Freddy, really funny. So how was your day?

SarahMC: or your night, I mean. At last you're a kind of night shift worker, right? *g*

Boogeyman: I prefer the label Nightmare Stalker or Springwood Slasher

SarahMC: oh yeah, great, are we a little bit cocky?

Boogeyman: shut up, fresh bitch. You're starting to tick me off again.

SarahMC: all right, sorry.
SarahMC: another question. Do you actual type with this blade thing on your hand?

Boogeyman: what a fucking dumb question. Of course I do. I wear my razor glove practically all the time unless I have to grind the blades.

SarahMC: Well, just thought that it must be rather cumbersome to type with it.

Boogeyman: don't rack your brains about my typing, piglet.

SarahMC: okay, got it.
SarahMC: I assume there is also a special reason that you always wear this odd Christmas sweater, isn't it? Of course I haven't seen it yet, but they say it's red and green striped, right?

Boogeyman: IT'S NO FUCKING CHRISTMAS SWEATER! WHY DOES EVERY DAMN PRICK SAY THAT?

SarahMC: HEY! Keep calm! If you say it's not a Christmas sweater then it isn't, no problem. But why then this particular one? You like the colors or what?

SarahMC: ???
SarahMC: Freddy? Are you still there? I really didn't want to offend you. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings about your sweater.

Boogeyman: Save your breath, nag. I gotta go. Elm Street brats are dreaming. Tonight is open season.

SarahMC: okay. Can we continue our chat next time?

Boogeyman: we'll see, piggy, we'll just see.

SarahMC: well, cu then. 

Session Close (666242426): Fri Feb 22 21:01:15 2004

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Session Start (666242426: 133075899): Sat Feb 21 22:58:17 2004

Boogeyman: he, gal. go for a chat?

SarahMC: hi Freddy. Sure. I'm just surprised, I had the impression that you disliked our last chat.

Boogeyman: bygone. I'm just now in the mood for some chatting with my little sassy brat.

SarahMC: Could it be that your remarkable good temper is somewhat related to the double murder I've read about in the newspaper this morning?

Boogeyman: you betcha! Two at a single blow, what a thrill.

SarahMC: Don't be cross with me if I don't share your enjoyment.

Boogeyman: BOOOO! Party-pooper!

SarahMC: You kill my friends at school, what do you expect me to do? Cheer for you?

Boogeyman: Well, that would be just something new for a change. It's hard to do a good job if nobody appreciates your work.

SarahMC: Forget it. If you want to be admired for killing children you have to seek for someone else.

Boogeyman: what a bummer! I'm a misunderstood genius…

SarahMC: You're not a genius, you're a sick pervert.

Boogeyman: True. And I love it! *g*

SarahMC: You're disgusting, too

Boogeyman: Hope so. But at last I'm the bastard son of a hundred maniacs. It's in my genes, I have no choice.

SarahMC: You always have a choice. Besides, even if your father was an insane your mother wasn't, and you have her genes, too.

Boogeyman: Don't mention that fucking filthy whore. I'm in no way like her, neither from the look nor from the mind.

SarahMC: Sounds as you don't like your mother. Why? She was a poor nun who got awfully abused, don't you have at least any pity for her?

Boogeyman: Damn, I don't want to talk about that. I hate her. That's it.

SarahMC: Okay. But you're so erratic. It's really hard to talk to you, you know.

Boogeyman: That's how I am. If you don't like it piss off and leave me alone.

SarahMC: See, that's what I mean. A little while ago you were quite good humored and now you insult me with every line. Isn't there anything that can cheer you up?

Boogeyman: yeah…. killing! Perhaps if you just fall asleep….

SarahMC: Guessed you would say that… *sigh* But remember I'm no Elm Street child. Anything else?

Boogeyman: Damn shit, forgot that.
Boogeyman: Uh, what cheers me up? Well, torturing… raping…. and killing, killing, killing!

SarahMC: I give up. *big sigh*

Boogeyman: Lol. So what, no more curious questions? C'mon, little nag, it's now or never!

SarahMC: hm… do you have TV down there? Which kind of movies do you like?

Boogeyman: Of course I have TV. It's hell, not Nirvana, blockhead.

SarahMC: So?

Boogeyman: So I like to watch Wrestling, Action and SciFi movies. Terminator 1&2 are quite good. Robocop is great, too. And last week I saw First Blood. This Rambo guy was really tough.

SarahMC: No horror movies? I'd thought you would like them, too.

Boogeyman: Watch hysterically screaming girls running away of a maniac serial killer? I don't need a TV to have that! Besides it is barely possible to scare me, the nightmare king in person!

SarahMC: Oh, I understand, okay. What's your favorite music then?

Boogeyman: I'm not choosey. Mostly Rock'n'Roll, but also some Heavy Metal stuff. Black Sabbath was a really great group. Marilyn Manson also played some very good songs. The only one I don't like is this Alice Cooper. I don't know why but he always reminds me of that fucking foster father I was then forced to live with.

SarahMC: Interesting. What about pets? Are there pets allowed in hell? I have a sweet cat named Spike.

Boogeyman: There are pets in hell, but they are somewhat different… not like pets anymore, if you know what I mean. I don't have one of these creepy creatures. Too much work. When I was alive I had several cats and dogs, but they all died.

SarahMC: How sad.

Boogeyman: Bullshit, dumbass. I killed them one by one. Was the best way to relax after a long hard work day.

SarahMC: oh… should have known that. Once a sadist, always a sadist.
SarahMC: Apropos work – is it true that you worked in that old power plant outside the town?

Boogeyman: Yep. Almost five years. Until it was shut down in '72.

SarahMC: And there you killed the children, right?

Boogeyman: I still do it there! Preferable, but not solely. Depends on the dreamscape. But sooner or later most dreams end in my boiler room.

SarahMC: Are you there right now? Or where do you stay when no one is dreaming?

Boogeyman: I'm in the 1428 Elm Street dream house. There I spend the most time waiting for some brats to start dreaming.

SarahMC: That explains why this house still is empty in reality. I already wondered why no one wants to live there. The house is haunted.

Boogeyman: yeah… sort of.

SarahMC: Well, okay, I think I quit for today. Have still some homework to do. It was nice to chat with you… well… mostly. ;-) CU again, I hope. Bye.

Boogeyman: Bye.

Session Close (133075899): Sat Feb 21 23:45:15 2004

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Final comment: I think it's a pity that there is no official fanfiction.net chat or forum. I'd really like to talk to other writers directly and not only by reviewing or writing this small notes to a chapter. How about setting up a chat on our own? It's only a matter of minutes to open a new fanfiction channel on IRC… contact me if you're interested, I'm sure we can manage this. :-)