DISCLAIMER
NOES and its characters belong to Wes Craven. I only own the plot.
Nancy Thompson parked the car in front of Westin Hills Psychiatric Hospital. Then, she walked into the building and up to a receptionist.
"May I help you?" the woman asked in a bored voice.
"Yeah, I'm looking for Dr. Neil Gordon," Nancy responded.
"What's your name?" the woman questioned in the same tone.
"Nancy Thompson," Nancy answered.
"Oh, you're the new doctor," the receptionist realized becoming friendlier.
"That's right," Nancy confirmed.
"He's on his rounds right now. Let me get one of the nurses to show you around," the receptionist said.
"Oh, that's all right. I'm sure I can find him myself," Nancy told her. Without giving the woman a chance to respond, she took off. Meanwhile, Dr. Neil Gordon was busy making his rounds, checking on the patients discussing their situations, and then moving on.
"Are you Dr. Gordon?" he suddenly heard a voice asked. Startled, he turned around. "Sorry," the woman apologized. Neil couldn't stop himself from staring. The woman in front of him was 5'3, had hazel eyes, and brown hair with a strand of white on the right side of her head. In short, she was beautiful.
"Uh, yeah. Nancy Thompson, right?" he questioned.
"Yes," Nancy replied.
"I'm almost finished with my rounds. You're welcome to join me," Neil offered.
"That'd be great," Nancy said. They continued down the hall. Meanwhile, after promising that his friends could come with, one of the teachers had convinced Luke to let him take him to the hospital and reached the place in record time.
"Psychiatric Hospital? I'm not crazy!" Luke objected. He tried to run, but the teacher intercepted him and dragged him towards the reception area.
"Can I help you?" she questioned in surprise.
"One of my students tried to injure himself in class today," the teacher told her.
"No, I didn't! It was the guy with the finger-knives! I've had these dreams before!" Luke protested.
"Luke, there's no such thing as a man with finger-knives," the teacher told him. "Look at what you did to yourself," she pointed out, showing the jagged cuts on his jacket sleeve. The receptionist gasped.
"Oh, my word," she said. She picked up the phone and began to dial a number. Frantically, Luke grabbed the receiver out of her hand.
"I'm not crazy! I didn't do this to myself! It's this guy! He's trying to kill me in my sleep!" he shouted. He began breathing laboriously and he ran his fingers through his hair. The teacher tried to grab the boy, who quickly pulled a knife out of his pocket and brandished it. Hearing the commotion, Nancy and Neil turned around.
"What in the world?" Neil wondered, as they quickened their pace.
"Luke, come on. Just calm down," Jack pleaded, as his friend waved his pocket knife at them.
"He's gonna kill me. He's trying to kill me," Luke said hysterically. Then, he began singing. "Five, six, grab your crucifix, seven eight, gonna stay up late, nine, ten, never---never---" his voice shook.
"Never sleep again," someone finished. Everyone turned to see a doctor and a woman with a strand of white hair on the right side of her head. The woman walked up to him.
"Where did you hear that rhyme?" she questioned, taking the blade.
"He---he's trying to kill me," Luke shakily told her.
"Don't worry. I won't let him," she promised, putting a comforting hand on his cheek. Luke drew in a ragged breath and then threw himself into the woman's arms, beginning to sob in relief. It'd be okay now. Somebody finally believed him.