A Nightmare on Elm Street — Adaptation Excerpts

Adapted by Bob Italia
Transcribed by Rob Nimmo
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SEVEN

The next morning, Nancy jerked open the front door of her house and stepped outside into the diffused light of a fog. “Wow, it’s bright,” she said to Marge. Marge poked her head out the door, squinted and nodded. “Gonna burn off soon or it wouldn’t be so bright.” Nancy turned to face Marge. “Feeling better?” Marge grinned. “No more drinking, baby. I just don’t feel like it anymore. I didn’t keep you up last night, did I? You look a little peeked.”

Nancy smiled. “Nah. Just slept heavy.” Nancy waved and walked to the curb. Suddenly, a familiar convertible pulled up with the top down. Tina and Rod were in the back seat. They waved to Marge as Nancy climbed in the front. “You believe this fog?” Glen called out from the driver’s seat. Marge laughed. “I believe anything’s possible.” Tina slapped five with Nancy. “Lookin’ good, girl!”

Nancy turned to face Glen. She was met with a terrible, scarred, hideous leer of a grin—Freddy Krueger’s grin! The convertible’s top clamped over them—a bright red and green top that closed and fast and hard as a beartrap! Nancy’s frightened face flew to the window, pressing against the thick glass as the car roared away from the curb and into the thick fog. Half-hidden by the fog, little girls were jumping rope nearby. They sang a strange and eerie song:

One, two—Freddy’s coming for you!
Three, four—better lock your door!
Five, six—grab your crucifix!
Seven, eight—gonna stay up late!
Nine, ten—never sleep again!

A nightmare on Elm Street had begun again.

Chapter 6