Author's Note: This chapter was originally meant to be longer. But i decided to split it into two - the discussions with the kids will give you a little insight into their life and what may happen to them in their dreams when i write the dream sequences. The other part is noted down and should hopefully be posted this weekend and will be mainly a scene between Freddy and Maggie.

I know this may seem like the main plot is taking its time, but I didn't want it to be like Maggie just finds out who she really is. It will be a process of her memories coming back to her, little by little.

Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 10: Everyone Has a Fear

"It's getting to the point where we are unable to wake a teenager from their dream. Krueger's hold over them over the dream is so strong that he can now keep his victims in a deep sleep for hours, even days on end" Neil admitted dourly. He sat behind his desk. A white mug of lukewarm coffee was in front of him. He stared across his desk at Doc and Maggie. Doc had a few pages of notes on his lap. "Most of the kids in our care develop narcolepsy too. The stimulants we are administering only work short term"

Maggie gulped back the rest of her second red-bull in a row. The events from during the early hours of the morning still lingering on her mind. No matter how much she tried to concentrate on Neil's voice. Her attention kept wandering towards her daydreams she had in that basement. Why was this Freddy guy so insistent in being near her? Was he starting to be obsessed with her? The thought horrified her. She lightly shook herself and crunched the blue and silver can in her right hand. She looked to her right as Doc asked.

"Have you tried administering the stimulants subcutaneously? It may be more effective that way. By taking them orally it would take longer time for the stimulants to be absorbed into their body and take effect. Also, have you used a shot of adrenaline to wake them up? It may work"

Neil nodded quietly. "That is something that I will consider"

Maggie shifted uneasily in her seat. "Please excuse me"

Doc twisted around to her and saw her eyes jerking back and forth, the fingers on her hands were twiddling and twisting together. She seemed restless. "Are you okay?"?

"Uh, yeah" She forced a smile and rose to her feet. "I'll be back in fifteen minutes. I just need another smoke"

As the door closed behind her Doc sighed and shook his head. "I'm concerned for her. Ever since Rebecca's death and the dream she had of that guy she is rather nervous. You know Krueger, you have had dealings with him. Why would he be interested in her?"

"I'm not sure" Neil shrugged his shoulders, then pondered for a moment. "I understand that you are her colleague, but do you know her personally? Is there anything about her that Krueger may be interested in?"

Doc gently clasped his hands together on his lap. This was a question that Maggie had to answer. He couldn't disclose her past to Neil without her consent. He knew of the care homes and orphanages she was in and out of since she was a little girl. But how could that be of interest to this child killer? And did he know already? Had he accessed her mind without her already knowing?

"I think it would be best if you talk to Maggie. I'm more than her colleague. I am her friend, and I don't want to break the trust I have with her" Doc smiled apologetically.

"I understand. But please warn her to be vigilant around Krueger if she falls asleep again" Neil cautioned.

Doc nodded quickly, "I will"

Neil reached for another patient's file and opened the brown folder. He glanced up at his new colleague across from him as he pried his pen against his notebook.

….

"Max, would you have a cigarette? I'm all out" Maggie strolled up to the tall orderly as she crossed the foyer. He stood at the receptionist desk. In his strong right hand was a single white sheet. She glanced at it with a confused look then back to him.

"We've got an update on the number of deaths from the General Hospital last night" he handed over the white paper to her.

Her eyes narrowed in despair as she scanned the notes.

Deaths notified at Springwood General Hospital.

Two cot deaths – six-week-old boy, seven-week-old girl.

Two suicides – 18-year-old boy, 15-year-old girl.

Maggie felt her back stiffen and arms suddenly went tense. Her eyes swooped up towards Max. "My god, they're just little babies"

"Krueger doesn't care. He's going after every child in this town. The youngest child that has died was only a few days old" Max said grimly. He took the paper off her and folded it in two, he would need to leave this with Neil. He then slid out his packet of Winston cigarettes and shook one out for her. "Is Winston cigarettes, okay?"

She gave a curt nod and plucked one out, "Thanks"

Max watched in surprise as she spun to her left and trotted down towards the corridor. "Dr Burroughs…" his words trailed off. Where the hell was, she going to?

Maggie pushed opened the double doors and stormed down the first set of steps. As she approached the entrance to the basement, she felt a cold shiver shatter through her spine. She took a deep breath and exhaled long and hard. Relax. She had to relax. Her eyes took a fleeting glance at the clock to her right attached to the concrete wall. It struck 8.45am. Slowly, she took a few steps to the right and lowered her gaze to the grey concrete floor. The steady low whirring of the generators echoed in the room, allowing her mind to drift…

Her right hand idly twirled the cigarette, and she slid her red lighter from her back pocket. The small orange flame flicked on then off as she absently clicked the light on. Then off. Then on again. Repeating this action several more times until his voice echoed in the room…

"Hello Doctor"

Maggie glanced to her left and held back a scowl of rage. His face was still half hidden beneath the rim of his baseball cap. The shadow of the barely revealing the smug grin that spread across his lips. He took leisurely steps along the lockers, slowly closing the gap between them. "Can't get enough of me, mmm?"

She felt bile form in her throat, and she quickly swallowed it down. Disgusted by the leering look he was giving her and the overall smugness that he gave off. Cocky bastard. She took a deep breath and turned towards him, "Just having one last quick smoke before I head back to my motel"

Charles nodded once, not once stopping his gradual advance towards her. He was at the end of the row of lockers, at the corner of the large metal worktable. His eyes darted to her hand that held the lighter, seeing her thumb repeatedly jerk down on the spark wheel, emitting the flame every few seconds. He could sense she was on edge. Did she know that she was daydreaming? His gaze flew back to her face, and he smiled, "It's a pity we didn't have more time together. I'd really like to get to you know better"

Maggie made a short scoff and lifted her cigarette to her lips, ready to light up her smoke. But she paused and her eyes sparkled with rage as she glowered at him. She had enough of his fucking game. "Let's cut the bullshit Charles"

Charles froze, sensing the antagonism in her voice.

Her lips tugged upwards into a snarl. "Or should I say Freddy?"

He let out a little snicker.

"Stop with the fucking pretence!" Maggie snapped and clenched her hand around the cigarette, crushing it as she shaped it into a tight fist.

Charles chuckled again. The tone of his voice altering, turning gravellier and huskier. He began to approach her again. The faint plumes of smoke starting to float from his checked shirt and t-shirt, that sizzled and charred before her eyes. The fabric melted away showing the red and green sweater beneath. The fingers on his right hand jiggled at his side as four sharp blades protruded through the tips of his fingers, while the brown leather glove shred through the skin on the palm and back of his hand, wrapping around his hand. He flashed her a pompous smile, "Aren't you a clever little girl?"

Maggie swiftly shifted her right leg back, poised in her defensive stance and with a grunt she swung her right first forward. She aimed right at his face that bubbled and melted before her. She shrieked as the edge of her knuckles flew through him as he vanished. Losing her balance, she fell forward and luckily the top of her head missed the metal locker. She hissed in pain from the impact of her knees connecting hard with the concrete floor. Her breaths came out in short, sharp pants as she twisted around on the ground, wildly looking about for any sign of him.

The continuous whirring hum of the generators rumbled from across the room.

Holding back a whimper she gradually rose to her feet, although a little unsteadily.

Her head quickly whipped to the right at the sound of voices and footsteps bounding down the staircase…

"Get back!" Maggie warned.

Doc, Neil and Max skidded to a halt at the last step. Their eyes widening in concern as they watched her snatch a nearby screwdriver and raised it at the side of her head. The point of the tool was directed at them. She backed away and shook her head, the screwdriver tightly held in her hand. "Keep away!"

Doc raised his hands and whispered. "Maggie, it's okay. It's me. It's Alan"

"How do I fucking know it's you?!" she half shrieked. She tried to fight back the tears and took a shaky breath. "You could be him!"

Neil took a step off the last step. "Dr Burroughs. We're real. Max saw you coming down here and came to get us. You're awake. You're not sleeping"

Her grip on the screwdriver tightened slightly and she nervously glanced between the men, finally allowing her gaze to fall on the gentle brown eyes of Doc. Oh, those were his eyes. It was him. He was real. Neil was right. She was awake. But that meant…

She choked back a sob and swung away from them, slamming the screwdriver onto the metal desk. The table shuddered and she shook her head in disbelief. She raised her right hand and smashed the screwdriver into the table again in anger. "Oh god, I've been having daydreams of Freddy"

"What?" Neil scoffed, "Daydreams?"

"Yes" she nodded sharply and spun back to him, her face flushed and shaking. "I came down here because of that thunderstorm. I wanted to have a smoke. I saw this guy; he was about nine-teen or twenty. But I couldn't really see him, the lighting in the room was very poor. He seemed curious about me and started to ask me questions" her eyes flicked towards Max. "After the second time I came down here I asked Max if anyone was working down here, and he said no"

"That's right" Max nodded.

"I knew then it was Krueger. That's why I came down here…" she murmured.

"Listen, come back to my office. I'll make you some coffee and we can have a talk" Neil gestured towards the staircase.

Maggie protectively wrapped her arms around her trembling body and followed them out of the basement.

….

Maggie twitched and budged apprehensively in her seat as Doc sat her side. Neil lingered in the corridor outside chatting to Paul.

Doc glanced over his shoulder at the doorway and gently nudged Maggie on her shoulder. "Maggie, talk to me"

"I can't believe this is happening to me Doc" Maggie scoffed in disbelief. "Why is it that I seem to attract the fucking psychos? You know that I have had no luck with men. Why is that guy interested in me? I'm nobody! Fucking nobody!"

"I'm not sure Maggie" He lowered his voice into a soft whisper. "You did say to me that you told him you were adopted"

Maggie slumped in her seat and groaned out loud in aggravation. Why did she have to tell that bastard that? "Fuck's sake! That's right! But why would he be interested in that?"

"Remember what Neil told us. Krueger finds out about peoples past, their memories. Maybe he believes he can use the fact that you are adopted against you" Doc commented.

"Shit!" Maggie groaned and lightly rubbed her forehead with her hands. "But I only know so much about my childhood. I don't know who my parents are or where I came from. I only know the care homes I was in and the times I was fostered. That's it!"

Doc considered his response, then stated. "Maybe you should tell Neil that you are-"

"No!" Maggie seethed. "It's my own personal business. Got it? I don't want him to know!"

He sighed and gave a curt nod. "Okay Maggie"

The door to the office slammed shut starting them both as they twisted in their seats to Neil. He gave them an apologetic smile as he crossed the room to his seat. "I'm sorry about that" He looked directly at Maggie, "Are you okay Dr Burroughs?"

"A little pissed off, but apart from that I'm fine" she forced a smile. "Has he ever done that before? Showed himself to the kids in their daydreams?"

"I have heard of a few incidents in the town. But you were interacting with him. You were talking to him, yes?" Neil laid his clasped hands on the desk, staring at her intently.

"Yeah, I was sharing a cigarette with him!" she shook her head disbelievingly. How could she have let her guard down so easily? "We were talking. Everything felt so real. But I had this gut feeling that something was off about him. The way he looked at me. Like in a possessive way. And the way he smiled and laughed. I knew it was familiar. But because I knew I was awake; I shook my suspicions off! It wasn't until I asked Max if anyone worked down there that I knew that it was the fucker!"

"Did he do anything to you there?" Doc asked concerningly.

Maggie glanced between them both. "I thought he was going to attack me. But I tried to strike out first. But I flew threw him like he just disappeared into thin air!" she finally landed her eyes on Doc, and they silently shared a solemn look. He knew that she was going to have questions for him about her medication. Should she top up on her clozapine? If this Krueger guy was going to find out about her psychosis, he would no doubt try and creep back into her daydreams and cause her to hallucinate.

"At least you are okay Dr Burroughs" Neil sighed softly. "I'm still bewildered why he has such a sudden interest in you"

"You and me both" Maggie rolled her eyes.

"I'm going to head to the canteen. The kids are having their breakfast. Would you like to get something to eat?"

Maggie lightly touched her stomach as it grumbled in hunger. She nodded and rose to her feet alongside Doc. He cleared his throat. "We would like to talk to the kids individually after breakfast. Just a quick chat about their dreams, their family lives"

Neil agreed with a quick nod and closed the door behind them.

….

The soft hum of chatter filled the room of the canteen. Most of the kids were huddled in groups of three at each table. Mugs of coffee and the remains of eggs and bacon on white acrylic plates were scattered on the tables. The canteen staff hurried back and forth in the kitchen, cleaning the large metal trays, pots and pans used to prepare the morning meals. Maggie and Doc jadedly strolled along the edge of the room their vigilant eyes roaming over the sullen, exhausted teenagers as they sat the circular tables. Maggie clutched her beige plastic cup and took another gulp of her extra strong coffee. Her eyes glimpsed over at the table where Nicole, Tracy and Megan sat at. Tracey and Nicole whispered something to their friend and then left the table, weaving their way around the tables towards a variety of vending machines that served energy drinks.

Maggie turned back to Doc as he stopped at the table were Spencer, Carlos and Shaun sat. Spencer was consumed in his computer game his eyes glaring down at a Gameboy. While Carlos and Shaun were playing a friendly game of poker. Doc cleared his throat and caught the boy's attention and began to strike up a conversation with them.

Across the room Megan's eyes began to droop shut as her head leaned wearily on her right palm…

"We'll only be speaking to each of you for about twenty minutes" Doc displayed a friendly smile at the young men.

The young men nodded their agreements. Maggie tossed her empty cup in a nearby bin and turned back to the boys, ready to speak when a shrill scream pierced through the air. Her head swung towards where Megan sat slumped in her chair, in deep slumber.

Maggie sprang forward into a run and skidded onto her jean clad knees at the girl's side. Megan whimpered and screamed, her arms swinging and hitting at an invisible assailant. Grasping the girls' shoulders Maggie shook her and screamed. "Megan, wake up. Come on, wake up!"

Doc clutched her arm, "Maggie, get some epinephrine, 20ml! Go!"

She jolted to her feet and ran towards the exit with Paul pursuing her, having heard Doc's orders. He knew they were planning on waking Megan up. But would it be on time?

Doc knelt over Megan as she thrashed and jerked on the ground. A few slashes tore into her plain blue t-shirt, and she let out a thunderous scream of pain as thick lacerations were carved into the valley of her chest. Doc vehemently slapped his palm across her crying face, once, then two more times. Her eyes rolled vehemently under her closed eyelids as she sobbed. Doc frowned then looked up as the sound of running footsteps approaching. Maggie pushed herself through the crowd of terrified bystanders of the kids and canteen staff.

Maggie scrambled down onto her knees and raised the syringe filled with clear liquid.

"Her heart!" Doc ordered. "Right in her heart! Now!"

She gulped and slammed the tip of the needle hard into Megan's chest, directly above her heart and pumped the epinephrine out of the syringe into the girl's organ.

The girl screeched and her eyes jerked, flying open as she gasped and staggered back on her hands and knees. She whimpered and sobbed as she wildly looked about. Her knees slowly curled inwards as she began to rock back and forth, consumed by fear. She was so close to dying. That fucker had her. Just a few more seconds and she was a goner. Her eyes fluttered towards Maggie who handed the empty needle to Dox, then crept closer to her. The girl let out another sob as she threw herself Maggie's arms. She knew that she had saved her. Her and her colleague had saved her.

Maggie gently stroked Megan's sweaty hair and hushed her. "It's okay. You're safe now"

"I can't take this anymore" Megan murmured against her chest. "Why won't he stop?"

Maggie gave a puzzled glance at Paul. Paul cleared his throat and stepped forward. "I'll take her to the treatment room"

Nicole began to follow him, "Can I go with you? I want to be with her. Please"

Paul gave a reassuring smile. "Come on"

As he led the traumatized girl and her friend out of the canteen, Tracy let out an anguish groan. "We shouldn't have left her so long. It's my fault for asking Nicole to come with me"

Maggie rose to her feet and walked over to the young woman and shook her head, "Don't think like that" she dismissed the girls' words. "It's not your fault"

"How did you know that the injection would work?" Shaun asked from behind them.

Doc shrugged his shoulders. "We were lucky".

"I heard what happened"

They twisted around towards Neil as he bolted towards them. "Is Megan, okay?"

"She got some cuts to her chest. We managed to wake her up with a shot of epinephrine. It was the first time I have ever administered a shot like that to someone. I'm just glad that it worked" Doc gave a grim smile.

"Thank you" Neil smiled. He then turned towards the rest of the kids. "Dr Burroughs and Dr Reynolds would like to speak to you all in turn. About your dreams"

"We have plenty of coffee and caffeine drinks" Maggie said. "Just come down when you are ready"

The group of teenagers watched as Maggie and Doc left the canteen, and they began to confer with each other who would be heading down to the office first….

….

There were three short sharp knocks to Maggie's office signalling the first teenager to arrive for their chat. Doc strolled across the room and eased the door opened, to show Tracy lingering in the corridor. She gave a sheepish smile and walked past him into the room. Maggie sat on one of the chairs facing the couch and offered her a hot mug of coffee. "You need any sugar? Milk?"

"No thanks" Tracy forced her smile to remain in place as she sat on the couch facing them.

The door clicked shut and Doc settled in his seat and grabbed Maggie's notebook, turning the pages to the next free page. It appeared that he would be notetaker today and that Maggie would be asking the questions. Looking down at Tracy's file Maggie cleared her throat softly. "We're just going to go through the notes on your file. Well, what notes there are and then I'm going to ask you some questions about your family life and your dreams"

Tracy sipped tentatively at her coffee and nodded. "Okay"

"You lived with your aunt before you were admitted here. Your father died due to alcohol abuse. Your mother died of cancer when you were thirteen" Maggie started slowly. "What was your relationship like with your parents?"

"Um…" Tracy shifted uncomfortably on her seat. "Everything was okay until after my mother died. It was when my father began to drink heavily. My relationship with him began to become…" she paused to consider her words. "Complicated. I began to become afraid of him. He was drinking too much and what was happening between us, what he did to me has made me wary of people. Especially guys. I can't trust them"

Maggie frowned solemnly and threw Doc a worried glance. Could she be right? Had Tracy' father did something to the poor girl? Abused her in some sort of way? Physically or sexually? Had that bastard Krueger acted on it, brought it up in her dreams?

"Freddy found out about it. At the start, the dreams I had of him was in that fucking boiler room. In that power plant. Then he began to bring me to my old home where I lived with my father…." Tracy shuddered violently at the memory. Her grip around her mug intensified. "He was toying with me. The bastard was tormenting me!"

Doc scribbled these deliberations down and listened began to carefully ask the young girl more about her dreams. When they began, what she remembered from the first dream. When she first saw Krueger. Any detail that she could remember no matter how insignificant she believed it to be.

Their discussion only lasted about twenty minutes. Doc had managed to note down about two pages of notes regarding Tracy's dreams and the details had greatly disturbed him. This Krueger character at first was terrifying the girl by using the corpses of his victims, then the bodies of her own friends and the decaying cancer riddled corpse of her mother. Pushing her mental state to the brink, then he twisted it to use her relationship with her father against her. But she felt uneasy about going into much detail about her father and Maggie knew to ease off on the constant questions. And so, the questions ended for the time being.

As Tracy left the office, the next kid to be seen was Spencer. He was busy pacing up and down outside, a little nervous about what would be asked of him. But as he settled in the couch and was offered either coffee or a can of red bull, he felt quietly relieved at the reassuring smiles from Maggie and Doc. He settled comfortably in his seat and began to delve into his family life. "I'm an only child. And sometimes I wish I had another brother for my father to harass. My father is too controlling. Trying to manipulate me into doing what he wants me to do. He wants me to live the life he lived as a teenager. He wants me to go to business school after I graduate from High School. It's his dream for me to carry on the family business!"

Maggie lightly tapped fingers on her can of red bull, "What was your father into as a teenager? Do you not have similar interests as him?"

He laughed and shook his head. "No, he was into football. Baseball. A real jock you know. His father owned a few cars businesses throughout the county. So, my dad followed in the family business. Straight into business school, studying accounts and business studies. Then when he graduated, he worked his way up the family business. And he wants me to do the exact same. He says it's family tradition. But I don't want to do that!"

"What do you want to do with your life?"

"I'm more of a gamer. I love computer games. I want to design my own computer consoles, create my own games. It's a passion of mine" Spencer smiled as he looked up at her. He saw her return his grin. Then the corner of his lips tilted down into a slight frown. "But my dad thinks I'll amount to nothing. That I'm just going to waste my life. He wants to control me, control what I want to do with my life. And I hate it!"

Maggie raised the rim of her can to her lips then watched as Spencer shifted his gaze from Doc to her. "Krueger appears as my father in my dreams you know. He taunts me. Tells me I'm pathetic, a waste of space. That I deserve to die…"

"Don't listen to him. Okay?" Maggie placed her can on the desk to her left and then reached over to gingerly touch his knee. Rubbing it lightly. "As Neil explained to us, he is psychologically tormenting you. Trying to break you down. But you are stronger than that. All of you kids are stronger than that!"

Spencer lightly rubbed his eyes and took a sharp breath, nodding once. "I know"

Maggie's eyes lingered on the line on Spencer's case file –

Arrested for possession of cannabis.

It was a touchy subject for her to ask him and she didn't want him to be jumpy or agitated by her questioning him about his arrest. She closed the file and smiled across at him. "That's enough for now. If you need to speak to us about anything. You know where our offices are"

The next kid to congregate with them was Carlos. He gave a warm smile as he entered, though his smile did not match the exhaustion that tainted his eyes and face. As he settled in his seat, he dismissed the offer of coffee. "No thanks. I have my stimulants here" he uncurled his left hand revealing two small white circular tablets. He popped them into his mouth and dry-swallowed them with a sigh.

"We shouldn't be long" Maggie smiled and saw him adjust the side of his hearing aid on his left ear, turning up the volume. "Just tell us about your family life. You lived with your mother? Rosa?"

"Yeah" he nodded slowly. A little uneasy at hearing his mother being mentioned. "We have a love hate relationship. I do love her, but she's just very strict. Very hands on"

"Hands on?" Maggie arched an eyebrow.

"I can be rather outspoken. Speaking back when I knew that I should keep my mouth shut. Over time I knew that it was a danger to my health…" he pointed at his grey hearing aid.

"Is that how you lost your hearing?" Maggie shook her head in consternation. "It was your mother?"

"Yeah" Carlos shrugged his shoulders in a causal manner. "She didn't like the way I spoke to her. She said I never listened…"

He lowered his head momentarily and she heard him sniffling softly. "It happened after my dad left. They always fought when I was a kid, my dad was afraid of her in a way. She has an icy tongue, real bad temper on her"

Casting a look over towards Doc, Maggie felt a wave of anguish for the young man. It was bad enough that these kids having their own persona problems to deal with. Now, they had to try and deal with Freddy too.

Next to meet with them was Shaun and their discussion with the young man was brief. His family life was normal. Both parents worked full time, he had a small group of friends. Though as they all began to hear about the rumours of Freddy, each of them met gruesome deaths and now it was only him left. When Maggie was questioning him about his nightmares and if Krueger had used any of his insecurities or fears against him, he simply stated he had an irrational fear of heights. Something that he remembered suffering from since he was a little boy.

After the brief concise talk with Shaun, it was Nicole's turn and her story had surprised them both. She seemed quiet and reserved and as she began to talk to them, they knew why. Her life was very sheltered, being brought up by very religious parents. Both working in the church. Her father was a priest in one of the local parishes and her mother was a devout Christian. Her parents' faith dominated their family life, and she was brought up in the ways of the Church. Regularly helping at Church service at weekend and occasionally during evening services. It had impacted on her social life, and she was occasionally bullied in school. She was constantly called 'prude' due to her vow of celibacy before marriage and despite having a brief relationship with a boy in her class she quickly ended it as the boy refused to respect her wishes of no intimacy. But she did have a few close friends, however, over the last few months they had perished by the blades of Krueger. When he had found out about her devotion to her faith, he began to twist it into debauched ways to torment her.

Aaron arrived a few minutes after Nicole had left and just like Shaun, his conversation with Maggie and Doc was short. His family life was relatively normal. Loving father and mother. But his old brother Adian had passed away when he was seventeen two years ago. It was only when he began to have dreams of Krueger that he discovered that the bastard had killed his brother. Aaron has revealed he would suffer from panic attacks if he was in enclosed spaces. It was a result of a prank his older brother and friend had played on him when they were children. He was locked in a locker for an hour in their father's garage and ever since then he had developed claustrophobia.

After taking a quick break around 10am, Maggie and Doc welcomed Lee into the office. Through their talk they discovered his parents were born in Japan but arrived in Cleveland in the 1940s with his grandparents. He was extremely close to his grandmother Cynthia, along with his younger sister Wonda. His grandmother had shared her life stories of living in Japan and told stories of ancient Japanese folklore, myths and stories. It made him fall in love with Japanese culture and it was his aim to move there. They had moved to Springwood in 1990 and shortly after his grandmother had passed away from stomach cancer. A few years later his sister had died while having a bath. The coroner had stated that she had drowned. But he knew they were wrong. It was Krueger.

Doc cracked his neck and stretched his arms as he tried to allow blood to flow through his stiff arms. He saw Maggie smiling at him and she reached out for the notebook, "I'll take over"

"You sure?" he asked.

"Yes, I think Karen is next" Maggie clutched the notebook from him and smiled as the young woman entered the room.

"Hi" Karen flashed a small smile.

Maggie heard Doc clear his throat and soon began to ask the girl questions about her family life.

Karen nervously gesticulated with her hands as she talked. Her life was consisted of cheerleading, parties with her friends. A hectic and active social life. A normal teenaged girl life. "People know I like to talk a lot. Sometimes I can be overbearing…." Her voice lowered to a whisper and the muscles on her neck twinged as she swallowed hard. "But it's all a front, you know?"

"How so?" Doc leaned forward eagerly.

"I don't usually talk this much in the house. I mean, around my parents. We don't talk. I mean, they don't talk to me"

"They don't talk to you?" Maggie looked up suddenly from her notebook.

"Yeah, too busy to notice that I'm about!" Karen said with a hint of bitterness in her voice. "My mom is in this golf club, she's always out at social events or coffee mornings with her golfing pals! And my dad owns a few restaurants in town. He's always focused on running them. He works every day. When we are together, which isn't often. They ignore me. Like I don't exist! I try to talk to them about it, to get them to talk to me"

"Has it always been like this way with you and our parents?" Maggie heard Doc ask.

"I'm not sure. I mean…" Karen murmured, then shakily wiped at her face. "My twin sister died when I was ten years old. Maybe that had something to do with it"

"We're sorry. We weren't aware that you had a sister" Maggie whispered softly, "It wasn't in your file"

"It was before we moved to Springwood. I'm not sure how she died. My parents don't talk about it"

Maggie lightly tapped the tip of the pen against the notebook and cast Doc a concerned glimpse. The poor girl was being emotionally abused. Isolation from her parents. She noted this down and after a few more exchanges, Karen quietly left the room. The last teenager they had to speak to was Megan. When they saw her leaning against the wall outside, they had reassured her that they could wait until later, as they both knew that the girl would still be distressed from her dream. But Megan brushed off their concerns, determined that she wanted to speak to them. Her arms were wrapped around her bandaged chest that was covered by a fresh blouse. They kept the talk brief and with the young girl disclosing that since a young age she had numerous operations due to medical complications, resulting in part of her stomach and waist being marred in white scars. It had knocked her confidence, where she developed self-esteem issues in relation to her appearance. She felt jealous of other girls in school with their perfect flawless skin, slim bodies and immaculate appearances. Whenever she looked at her own body in the mirror, she felt disgusted by what she saw. And ever since she had been dreaming of that fucker Freddy, he had mocked her. Taunting her by inflicting more scars on her body and littering her skin with burns and bruises. Beating her each time she dreamt. Decimating her body further.

"I'm ugly…." Megan whimpered through her sobs. "I'm fucking ugly!"

Maggie flung her notepad on the floor and knelt before the girl, taking her quivering hands in hers. "No, you're not ugly Megan. You are beautiful" she raised her right hand under the girl's chin and titled her face up. "You are beautiful. And we will find a way to stop him"

The shivering girl drew in a sharp, shaky breath and half-heartedly nodded. Maggie eased her to her feet and lead her towards the door. As she pulled it opened Nicole appeared, a look of worry etched on her weary face. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah" Megan mumbled.

Maggie tenderly rubbed Megan's back, then averted her gaze to the other girl. "Keep an eye on her. Okay?"

She quickly nodded and Maggie slipped back into her office, closing the door with a heavy sigh.

"Is everything okay with you? After what happened this morning?"

Maggie shrugged her shoulders as she bent to pick up her notepad and scoured through the pages of notes, they both had written. "Don't worry about me Doc. it's the kids I'm worried about"

As her dark brown eyes roamed over the sentences, the summaries of each of the teenagers fears and anxieties, her stomach lurched into a knot. She felt sickened at how that fiend in their dreams was preying on the kids. They didn't go into much detail with how Krueger had used their fears against them, but she knew they were showing signs of trauma. Irritation, panic attacks, lack of motivation, loss of appetite. Tremors. She had the same side-effects when she was a teenager. But she had never known the source of her trauma.

"Maggie"

She straightened up and turned towards him as he approached her. "I was thinking about what Neil told us last night. That Krueger can find out people's memories, segments of their past. We had tried hypnosis on you before, to try and find out your repressed memories with no success. But this guy, he could find out"

"Don't remind me" Maggie muttered as she felt a shiver shot through her body. She tried to shake the disturbing thought of Doc's statement from her mind. Everyone had a fear. Something they were afraid of. And she hoped that Freddy wouldn't find out what her fear was.