III

At the police station, Jamison got his cork-board ready, his red string out, and he pinned a drawing he made based upon the description the shopkeeper gave him in the middle of the board. He then logged onto the criminal database, filtered the search to criminals from New York and New Jersey, and started scrolling through to se if anyone could match. There were some chilling entries, as well as unsolved entries in there too. One that caught his eye was the story of Charles Lee Ray, but he had been dead for a long while, so that was a no-go. Jamison then got a call from his wife asking him if he was going to be home late, which he responded saying that he had a new case to examine and he might not be home for a while. He kept scrolling, until he noticed the entry of Fredrick "Freddy" Kruger. Jamison was stunned with the amount of Kills this man had, 20 without being caught. Apparently he died in a fire, but somehow, people still continued to die with injuries not unlike his blades gloves. it was listed as a copycat killer that was never caught in a different file below. Either way, the idea that you could get away with that many kills, only to be able to get set free because of a technicality, it was infuriating. he felt a sudden sense of dread down his spine thinking that that killer could still be out there...

Freddy could sense it. He didn't know who, but somebody feared him again. If he could harness that strength, he could pull the truck that ended up getting him stuck here in the first place...

"Jason... Jason... it's your mother..." Freddy said in a calm voice, under the guise of Pamela vorhees. Jason turned his head. The head of his mother was speaking to him from it's shrine.

"Jason... the head in the basement... we need to get rid of it... throw it in the water... it will die if you do that..."

Jason did as his mother told him, and he walked underground. He grabbed the plank holding Freddy's chest in place, and held it tightly. He walked out of his shack, and walked through camp crystal lake.

"Good... Good... the campers are asleep. Now quickly, drop the fucking head in the water!"

Jason stopped for a moment. Freddy realized he may have dropped his disguise for a moment...

"I'm sorry, Jason, I didn't mean to curse... it's okay, you can do it as fast or as slow as you want."

Jason tossed the head in the water, and it slowly began to sank. Freddy Exited Jason's mind, and started to wiggle his head through the chains. Their grip on him was weakened due to being on water. As he escaped, his body rose up, grabbed his head, and re-attached itself. Freddy summoned a portal using what power he had to take himself to the dream world, exiting while shouting:

"FREDDY'S BACK, BABY!"

Twelve hours later

As Jamison got into work, to check back in on the case, there was a man waiting for him. He had never seen this man around, in the 7 years he had been working as a detective in Cunningham county. The man stood up, and introduced himself:

"Hello detective, my name is doctor Samuel Loomis. About your new case... I have evidence that will certainly help you..."