A Nightmare on Elm Street: Nine, Ten, Never Sleep Again…
Adapted by E.L. Flood
Transcribed by Rob Nimmo
Nine, Ten, Never Sleep Again…
Nancy opened the door and stepped into a bright, sunlit world. Strangely enough, there was a lot of mist. It would probably burn off soon, though. Nancy felt great. She was ready for school. Her hair was neatly braided, and her books were in her bag. She couldn’t remember what she’d been doing a second ago. But it couldn’t have been that important. Her mother came out onto the porch to see her off. Glen drove up in his big red fifties-style convertible. Rod and Tina were in the backseat. Nancy hopped in. The soft top of the convertible snapped up. It had red-and-green stripes. It locked into place. Then all four windows started closing. “Hey, I’m not doing this,” Glen said. He sounded alarmed.
Nancy suddenly remembered everything. “Mother!” she screamed, beating on the window. But Mrs. Thompson just stood by the door, smiling and waving. The car started by itself, and the four frightened teenagers rolled off down the mist-covered street. Mrs. Thompson waved some more. Then the glass in the front door of the house suddenly shattered. A knife-tipped hand shot out and grabbed Mrs. Thompson by the throat. She screamed. The screaming continued as the hand hauled her through the tiny, jagged opening. Then she was gone.
But Freddy was back.