A/N and disclaimer: I actually have something with chapters! How neat! So...chapter 3 of Dreamwalker. I'm kinda proud. Hopefully by the time that I get to the part in the middle that I haven't written yet I'll get more inspiration. :smiles: Again, I own nothing but the characters of Julie, Doug, Jay, Beverly, and Joseph. The rest (Freddy, and the whole Nightmare on Elm Street universe) belong to Wes Craven. And I'm not making an money with this. I'm simply writing for the pleasure of writing.

Julie sat on the floor of her room and started to empty her bag. "I found a couple of bills. Apparently the last owner of the house was a Fred Krueger," she said, passing the bills to Doug and Jay. "And this," she said holding out the drawing. Doug took it from her. "And I did run across this," she continued, pulling out the scrapbook.

"Hey, neat," Jay said picking it up. "This should help."

Julie reached back into the bag. "And finally, this." She pulled out the picture. Doug took it from her.

"Creepy guy," he said with a shiver.

Julie nodded. "But I have to tell you, I've seen him before."

Jay looked up from the scrapbook. "Where?"

"In my dreams."

Doug pointed to the picture. "You mean, this is the guy?"

"Positive."

"Julie, you've got some weird taste."

She smacked Doug on the arm. "Thanks a lot."

Jay spoke up, interrupting them. "Not all these articles are about children. This one's about his wife."

Julie leaned over and read aloud. "Krueger woman still missing. Loretta Krueger, wife of Fred Krueger has been reported missing since Tuesday of last week." She looked up at the guys. "So his wife disappeared? Freaky." She motioned toward the book. "See if there's a follow-up article in there." Jay nodded and went back to flipping through the book.

"Did it say if they have any leads?" Doug asked.

"Not in that one. It's like she vanished without a trace. I wonder if she was ever found."

"Found something," Jay piped up.

"About his wife? Did they find her?"

"No, this one's about his daughter, Katherine. It says they took her from his custody and put her in the orphanage."

Julie shook her head. "Poor guy. First his wife, then his daughter. That had to have been rough."

Doug leaned over. "Are the rest of those articles about missing and dead children?"

"Looks like it."

Doug looked at Julie. "Why would anyone keep all those articles?"

"Do you think he had something to do with it?" she asked raising an eyebrow.

"Guys, most of the kids articles are after the one about his daughter."

The three of them looked at each other. Julie nodded. "Okay, we head to the library. Look up newspaper articles from, when was it?"

"1966-67," Jay supplied.

"Good. We'll check this out." She put the bills and the scrapbook back in her bag. Then she picked up the picture. She pulled it out of the frame and slipped it in her pocket. Doug looked at her.

"Is there a reason you're doing that?"

"Not a one. But it makes me feel a little less crazy knowing he was real. Let's go tomorrow. I need some sleep."

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Julie sat on the bed and pulled five pill bottles out of the drawer. She set them one by one on the table. She shook a total of ten into her hand and swallowed them all with a drink of water.

"Damn medication. I wish I was off it." She put the pill bottles away and turned off the light. Quickly she crawled under the covers and waited for the sedatives to take effect. "Where are you, Freddy?"

Julie stood in the master bedroom of the Krueger house looking at the curtains blowing in the night wind. She looked down at herself and saw she was wearing her black nightshirt. "I'm dreaming," she said to herself. She walked barefoot to the window and looked out. Then she felt the lightest touch of fingers on her shoulders. She sighed. "Who are you," she whispered, feeling the fingers run down her arms.

"Find me," came the voice behind her.

"I did find you. You're Fred Krueger. This is your house."

"You have to find me."

"Why is it so important?"

She felt hot breath in her ear. "I'll tell you when you find me," he whispered. His hands stole into hers for a moment.

She whirled around to see him but there was no one there. "Damn," she said. She heard the echo of his voice in the air.

"Find me, Dreamwalker."

She closed her eyes and concentrated. Then she took a few steps and stopped. Guitar music reached her ears. She opened her eyes and realized she was in an outdoor theater. Doug was onstage playing by himself. She walked up to the stage. "Doug," she called.

He looked up at her. "Julie?" Then his eyes lit up. "I must be dreaming."

"Bingo," she replied.

Doug sat on the edge of the stage the guitar balanced across his legs. "So why are you walking into here? Having a nightmare?" He grinned.

She walked up to the stage. "No nightmare. More like a fantasy."

"Uh-oh," he said, still smiling. "Does this involve your creepy guy?"

"What other man has been in my life recently?"

"None is what your mother tells me."

Julie sighed. "Thanks, Mom." Then she looked back at Doug. "I didn't see him, just heard and felt him."

Doug played the first phrase of "Let's Get it On". "What was he doing, feeling you up?"

She glared at him and he stopped playing. "Nothing so crude, thank you. He just held my hand for a moment. When I turned he was gone."

He held up a hand. "Am I gonna remember this in the morning?"

She thought for a moment. "Do you usually remember your dreams?"

"Not unless I'm getting some action."

She shook her head. "No way, not from me."

"Then shoo! Maybe a cute girl will appear in your place."

"Ouch, that went straight to my heart."

"Good. Go!"

She closed her eyes and concentrated again. This time when she opened them she found herself looking into a mirror. She looked around then back into the mirror. Suddenly her appearance seemed to dissolve and she let out a gasp of fright at the image that replaced it. A horribly burned face, a dirty brown fedora, red and green sweater, but he looked familiar. He grinned at her then opened his mouth and waggled his tongue invitingly. She shook her head and closed her eyes again.

Julie sat up in bed, gasping for air. She slowly held out a hand and watched it tremble. Sighing, she lay back down in bed and stared at the ceiling until a dreamless sleep fell over her.

A/N: I do hope you like so far. I plan to continue though I would like to hear any comments or suggestions (or even questions) you have. :)