Later the next morning, a local reporter for the Springwood news team was busy interviewing Erik, Sam, and Mr. Lantum.
"Did you get a good look at him?" The reporter asked towards the end, holding the microphone out.
"No…" Sam said quietly, "It was too dark, and I was too busy screaming to notice…"
"We didn't get a good look at him either," Mr. Lantum spoke up.
"Ah…" The reported said, shaking her head. "Well, all of us at the Springwood News Station would just like to tell you that we are glad you are safe."
"Ok, that's enough," the police sergeant said, coming over. The camera man turned his camera off, and the news team packed up. The police talked to Mr. Lantum and Erik and Sam sat down on the curb.
"I can't believe he almost killed me…" Sam said quietly, her eyes filling with tears.
"It's ok, Sammy, its ok," Erik said comfortingly as he gave her a hug and she cried into his shoulder.
"Kids, the police would like a word with you," Mr. Lantum called, coming over. Sam nodded, wiping away her tears and she and Erik walked together over to the police.
After the cops had gotten all they wanted from everyone, Erik and Sam were sitting up in Sam's bedroom, Erik sitting in a chair in the corner of her room, Sam lying on her bed.
"I couldn't sleep last night," She said, rolling onto her side, and looked at him, frowning. "I'm dead tired…"
"Then go to sleep!"
"But what about you?"
"I can go home, you can just call me later when you wake up."
"No, I don't want you to leave me."
"Ok, then I'll just hang out on your computer."
"Ok, good. I love you, Erik."
"I love you, too," Erik said, taking the chair and going over to Sam's computer. He wondered if their story was already on the web. He went to Google and typed in "Springwood Murderer," and was surprised to get so many results. His attention focused on one particular article, whose summary read "…Springwood murderer, known as the Springwood Slasher, caught and found out to actually be … who resided in 1428 Elm Street…" he clicked the link, horrified. He tried to read the story and look for the murderer's name, but it was left empty everywhere.
"That's odd…" Erik thought as Sam's door opened and Mrs. Lantum came in.
"Oh, hey Erik, what're you reading?" She asked when she noticed Erik's eyes glued to the computer screen. She came up behind him and read from over his shoulder, and gasped. "You close that page! We don't need Freddy-I mean, him coming back!" She quickly grabbed the mouse and exited the page out before Erik could respond, and started breathing heavily.
"Mom, what're you talking about?" Sam asked, worried as she sat up. She had just been beginning to doze off until she heard her mother.
"Nothing! Just forget it! I don't want you going back to that site!" She said, rubbing her forehead. "S-Sam, dear, I just came to get your laundry…" She quickly grabbed her daughter's laundry and left the room quickly.
"What the hell was that all about?" Erik asked, looking at Sam.
"No clue…sh'es just losing it, that's all."
"That site, though…it said some murderer was caught…that used to live in my house!"
"Whoa. That's really creepy…"
"I know…but it's over and done with…n-nothing to worry about…" Erik said.
"Yeah…I'm going back to sleep though…" Sam put her head down, closed her eyes, and dozed off.
"Yes…" A voice echoed. "I can feel power returning…"
