Hello again. R&R plz. xo

Also, quick note:

I checked out a site which has a timeline about when each of the nightmare movies took place. So I know how old all of the characters are now, so I just thought I'd let you know. Alice is thirty-four years old. Jesse is thirty-six. I'm guessing that Maggie was in her late twenties during Freddy's Dead so I'm going to say that she's thirty-three. And Lori is of course nineteen. Okay that's all.

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Maggie opened her eyes.

She was in the basement again. The basement of her old house, where she had lived when she was a little child. The dreams had stayed with her, but thankfully her old deadbeat Dad had not. Well, Maggie had thought he hadn't. But in truth, he was always with her; he was the one causing the nightmares.

There was nothing in the basement. It was bare and empty, like it had never been used before. But it had. Oh, yes. Maggie shuddered at the thought of what had happened here.. for a moment she even thought she saw that old claw on the table, but there was nothing there.

"Oh Katherine.."

Maggie jumped and turned around. Her heart sank when she saw him standing there. Her father, who she had gotten rid of years ago.. how could he be there? No, it wasn't possible. She had killed him, he was gone.

But he was there, sneering at her and licking his lips. He tilted that filthy brown hat of his slightly to the left and laughed at her. "I mean - Maggie. So, did you miss Daddy while he was gone?" He enquired, bursting into peals of laughter again.

"You asshole," Maggie hissed, her hands curling into fists, "You goddamn.."

"Aw, c'mon Maggie, I thought we could be friends again," Freddy went on, emphasising on the word "friends", "We've always had this special bond, you and I. And it's been so long since I last saw you.."

Maggie knew she hardly had a chance of getting out of this alive. After he'd given her this meaningless pep talk, Freddy would kill her. And what was she supposed to do? She had to wake up. Then she would have to figure something out.

Buy yourself some time, Maggie thought about this and knew she had no choice.

"Well? Come and give Daddy a hug, Maggie," Freddy said, but he wasn't smiling anymore. Maggie's eyes dropped to his claw. The blades were twitching, Freddy was obviously eager to get some killing done right away. "Aw, don't be mad at me, Maggie. It was your mother's fault, but you know that. You found that out a long time ago." His smile returned and he chuckled. "So, do I get that hug now?"

Freddy opened his arms for her, but Maggie didn't move. She looked at that claw again, the blades were twitching endlessly. Freddy was sneering at her, if she didn't do something soon she would surely die.

Before Maggie even had a chance to think about what she was going to do, Freddy had lunged forwards at her and swiped at her with his claw. Maggie screamed and dodged it, but only just. She tried to get out of the room but the doorknob melted in her hands as she pulled at it. She looked back at Freddy. He stood opposite her, breathing heavily, ready to finish her off.

"Well, you had your chance," Freddy snarled, raising his claw, "I was going to let you live, you know. We could have been great together, you and I, Maggie. We could have finished the others off and then we could have spent some quality father-daughter time together." He chuckled, and moved steadily towards her. "But now, you've blown that. Come to Daddy, honey."

Maggie leapt out of the way as he came for her again. Freddy toppled forwards and hit the wall. He lay there for a moment, mumbling something to himself. Maggie picked herself up and glanced down at him in disdain. "I control my dreams," She whispered to herself, "I control my fucking dreams!"

A frying pan suddenly appeared on the table. Maggie grabbed it and turned towards Freddy as he was recovering. "Hey, Dad," She said, "I'd like that hug now."

Freddy grinned at her, "That's great, honey. Come over here then, will ya?" He said, and Maggie came towards him. Freddy opened his arms, ready for her. But he hadn't been ready for what Maggie did. At the very last moment, she pulled out the frying pan from behind her back and hit him right over the head with it.

Freddy cried out and fell back, hitting his head against the wall. "Bitch!" He yelled, "I'm gonna cut you up into.."

Maggie hit him again, and he slumped back against the wall, falling silent. It was then that Maggie herself woke up, panting. She held the frying pan in her hand. It was covered in blood, her old deadbeat Dad's blood.

Maggie left the shelter and went home after that. She would call Doc, and tell him about what had just happened. Then.. well, she didn't know what would happen after that. All she knew was that she needed as much help as she could get killing off her old dad again.

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"How long, Jacob?"

Alice sat on the couch, staring at her son. Jacob said nothing, but he looked embarressed. It was early morning but neither of them had gotten so much as a wink of sleep. Now, Alice was question Jacob about his dreams.

"How long?" Alice repeated, getting angry.

"Not long," Jacob said hastily, "Just - just a few weeks ago. But I guess I'm not alone," His face darkened considerably as he looked at her, "I've seen other people - going up to the house. I don't know why.. but I just keep seeing them in my dreams."

"Other people?" Alice repeated, and realisation suddenly hit her hard, "Oh my god.. there's more of them." She stood up and began to pace the living area of their appartment, "Jacob.. did you by any chance see a tall guy with fair hair when you visited the house at any time?"

Jacob thought hard. "No, but then again I can never remember many of the dreams." He sighed, "I just keep going to that house!" His voice was filled with frustration and he hung his head. "It's all my fault, isn't it? This is how it happened the last time."

Alice was shocked by his words. "No, Jacob. It's not your fault. How could you possibly think that?" She sighed and dismissed the idea quickly, but at the back of her mind she knew it was exactly the same thing as last time, "Jacob, I don't think we're the only ones.."

Jacob looked at her, surprised. "What d'you mean?"

"I think there are others," Alice sat down beside him and put her arm around him, "But it's okay, because we're going to find them and warn them. And you're gonna be okay, so don't start getting any ideas that you're the one whose causing this, okay?"

Jacob nodded and swallowed hard. "I'm just.. scared. That's all." He said in a tiny voice.

"I'm scared too, Jacob," Alice sighed and rested her head on her son's shoulder. He was all she had left now. She couldn't, wouldn't lose him now.

Yes, she didn't have anyone else left besides him. Alice's father had died of heart disease several years ago. Although she was slowly getting used to life without him, Alice still lay awake for endless hours during the night thinking about him. She often thought about Yvonne, aswell, who had died two years ago in a car accident. She had been pregnant aswell.

No, everyone close to Alice was gone. She only had Jacob to hold onto now. And if she lost him to that son of a bitch.. well, god help her. She would fight. Oh yes, Alice had never been one to just back down. If Freddy was back, that was bad news. But if she had to fight, well then, so be it. She would.

She had to.

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Lori had been heading to her first class when Will approached her. "Hey," He said happily, kissing her lightly and grinning.

"Hey," Lori said breathlessly, still thinking about her encounter with Jesse the other day, "Will, I need to tell you something. It's really important, so you have to listen to me and you have to try to comprehend with what I'm about to tell you."

Will looked worried now. "What? What is it?" He said.

Lori sighed and drew breath, "Okay.. I think that maybe - maybe Krueger's back." She felt a rush of anxiety just thinking about it. "I met this guy, you know, the guy I was talking to the other day? He was a victim, Will, way back during the eighties I think."

Will was astounded by this. "Lori.. you know we beat him. Let it rest, for god's sake." He sounded annoyed and Lori was surprised at his reaction.

"Will! There are other people who've been through this! It's not just us! Beat him? Did we hell.." Lori was angry now. She glared at him and began to walk off, but Will quickly caught up with her and grabbed her arm.

"Okay. So maybe other people have been through what we went through," He said calmly, "But Lori, just tell me - what evidence do you have that tells us he's back?"

Lori considered. "Well, there's the dreams!" She exclaimed, which turned a few heads of people who had been nearby at the time. "The guy's been having the same dreams as me. You know, where I've visited the house? Oh come on, Will, you have to believe me!"

She stared at him in exasperation but Will shook his head, sighing. "I'm sorry Lori, I just can't believe you when you say he's back," He said, "Jason beat him. Practically disembowled him.You even ripped his head off. Now you tell me how anyone could possibly come back after having all that done to them."

Lori looked away, feeling a million miles away from him. "He's not human.." She muttered, then her eyes fell upon him again. "I've got a class.. just think about what I said, okay?" She cast a severe look at him and Will nodded. Then, before he could call after her, Lori was out of sight.