{"id":5645,"date":"1992-09-01T00:01:16","date_gmt":"1992-09-01T00:01:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/?p=5645"},"modified":"2012-02-09T21:50:15","modified_gmt":"2012-02-09T21:50:15","slug":"a-nightmare-on-elm-street-3-dream-warriors-adaptation-excerpts-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/a-nightmare-on-elm-street-3-dream-warriors-adaptation-excerpts-1\/","title":{"rendered":"A Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors \u2014 Adaptation Excerpts"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Adapted by Bob Italia<br \/>\nTranscribed by Rob Nimmo<br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/gp\/product\/1562391585?ie=UTF8&#038;tag=thenightmaone-20&#038;linkCode=xm2&#038;camp=1789&#038;creativeASIN=1562391585\" target=\"_blank\">Order<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>ONE<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n<div style=\u201ddisplay:block;float:right;\">\n<div style=\"padding-left: 16px;\"><script type=\"text\/javascript\"><!--\ngoogle_ad_client = \"ca-pub-0772942500851985\";\n\/* 250 *\/\ngoogle_ad_slot = \"3976876457\";\ngoogle_ad_width = 250;\ngoogle_ad_height = 250;\n\/\/-->\n<\/script><br \/>\n<script type=\"text\/javascript\"\nsrc=\"http:\/\/pagead2.googlesyndication.com\/pagead\/show_ads.js\">\n<\/script><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>Elm Street was dark and deserted. Kristen Parker stood in front of a deserted house, watching a group of children play on the lawn. The boys were dressed in suits and the girls were in party dresses. They jumped rope and sang an eerie song.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\u201cOne, two, Freddy\u2019s coming for you,<br \/>\nThree, four, better lock your door\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Transfixed, Kristen approached a little girl on the porch. The girl was sitting on a red tricycle near the front door. \u201cHello,\u201d the little girl said. \u201cWhat\u2019s your name?\u201d \u201cKristen. What\u2019s yours?\u201d The little girl giggled and smiled shyly, but she didn\u2019t answer. Kristen looked at the house. \u201cWhat is this place?\u201d Suddenly, the wind kicked up, moaning. Wind chimes tinkled in the breeze. Kristen looked at the chimes and saw that they were long razors. She gasped. The front door of the house creaked open, revealing darkness within.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI have to go now,\u201d the little girl said sadly. \u201cBye.\u201d Ringing the bell on her handlebar, the girl peddled her tricycle through the door. \u201cWait!\u201d Kristen cried. \u201cDon\u2019t go in there!\u201d The little girl was swallowed by the darkness inside. Fighting her fear, Kristen stepped inside. The house was barren. The walls were rotted and the windows were broken. Leaves skittered across the dusty floor. Kristen could hear the jingling of the tricycle bell and the giggling of the little girl echoing faintly from deep inside the house.<\/p>\n<p>Kristen stepped into a long, twisted hall and caught a glimpse of the little girl vanishing around a corner. She cautiously followed the girl, noticing that the walls were streaked with red. When Kristen rounded the corner, she faced a heavy steel door that closed with a solid metallic clang. The riveted metal seemed out of place in the rotted wood house. Kristen slowly pulled the door open, revealing a metal stairway that led down into the darkness. She carefully made her way down the steps. At the bottom, Kristen found herself in a dark, eerie room. Ancient rusted boilers stood cold and silent in the shadows. Then the soft jingle of the tricycle drew Kristen\u2019s attention. The little girl pedaled out of the darkness and came to a stop before Kristen. \u201cThis is where he takes us,\u201d the girl said.<\/p>\n<p>Suddenly, Kristen heard the screech of metal. She whirled around and saw a rusted furnace door swing open. Inside, charred bones lay in heaps of cold ash. A tricycle lay in the carnage, identical to the little girl\u2019s\u2014only charred. Kristen was horrified. Just then, the metal door slammed loudly. Thudding footsteps approached, booming closer. The little girl looked up at Kristen with sad eyes. \u201cFreddy\u2019s home,\u201d she said with an eerie calm. The boiler burst to life with roaring flames. The tricycle\u2019s paint bubbled and scorched with intense heat.<\/p>\n<p>Kristen scooped the little girl into her arms and ran in blind terror. She glanced over her shoulder and saw Freddy Krueger looming from the row of boilers. His maniacal laughter echoed through the smoky chamber. Kristen ducked through a doorway into another room, still carrying the little girl. Then she gazed in horror. Hundreds of bodies hung from the ceiling, strung up in the darkness like butchered meat. Kristen looked down at the little girl cradled in her arms. The girl was now a charred, brittle corpse. Suddenly, her tiny mouth burst open, emitting a ghastly, ear-splitting scream.<\/p>\n<p>Kristen bolted upright in her bed, panting in terror, her face bathed in sweat. She looked around\u2014finally recognizing her room. Somewhat relieved, Kristen got out of bed and walked unsteadily to the bathroom. She clicked on the light and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Still trembling, she ran the water in the sink and splashed her face, trying to calm down. Steam rose as the water became too hot. Kristen tried to turn off the water, but the pressure increased. Steam filled the room. Frowning, Kristen fiddled with the four-pronged handle. As she turned it, the handle sprang to life, grasping her hand. Kristen gasped and looked up. Freddy\u2019s face grinned at her from the mirror. Then the other faucet handle began flexing and stretching, turning into Freddy\u2019s claw hand. Kristen screamed, struggling to break free. The claw hand rose up, poised to slash Kristen\u2019s exposed wrist. Then the blades slashed downward. <\/p>\n<p>Suddenly, the bathroom door burst open. It was Kristen\u2019s mother. The steam was gone, and the mirror and sink were normal. Kristen turned to her horrified mother, slowly waking from her dream. She held a bloody razor in her hand. Her wrist was slashed. \u201cMommy?\u201d Kristen said, dazed and weak. Then she collapsed.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Isolated and somewhat Gothic, the Westin Hills Psychiatric Hospital was an enormous structure built by the Catholic Church in the 1920s. A bell tower was the centerpiece to several rambling wings. Originally an insane asylum, the state-runned hospital was now modernized. An iron fence surrounded the sprawling grounds. Inside the hospital, Max, the burly black Chief Orderly, slowly made his morning rounds. He wheeled a rolling cart containing a variety of medications down the hall. He could hear a newscaster\u2019s voice coming from the small portable radio dangling from the cart. \u201cIn local news, two more teenage deaths have occurred\u2014both suicides. County health officials are at a loss to explain this alarming trend\u2026\u201d Grimacing, Max switched to a music station as 33-year-old Doctor Neil Gordon fell in step. He was reading a clipboard of patients\u2019 charts. \u201cNothing like a little cheery news to start the day,\u201d Gordon said. \u201cSay listen, Doc,\u201d Max said. \u201cI got a new theory about all these suicides.\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t hold back on us, Max,\u201d Gordon said jokingly. \u201cWe need all the help we can get.\u201d \u201cMessed up chromosomes, man,\u201d Max replied. \u201cThink about it. Their parents all dropped acid in the Sixties.\u201d Gordon smiled. \u201cIt beats Dr, Simms\u2019 theory. She thinks it\u2019s nothing but sex, drugs, and rock &#038; roll.\u201d Max turned down another hall and Gordon continued making his rounds. <\/p>\n<p>A teenage girl approached. \u201cGood morning, Jennifer,\u201d Gordon said. \u201cGood morning, Doctor Gordon.\u201d \u201cHow\u2019s your hand?\u201d Gordon said. Jennifer extended her hand. It was scarred with cigarette burns. She pointed to three different welts. \u201cMenthol, regular, and ultra-light.\u201d \u201cThey\u2019re healing up nicely,\u201d Gordon stated. \u201cI\u2019ve been good. When do I get my cigarette privileges back?\u201d Gordon smirked. \u201cDon\u2019t hold your breath. Jennifer shrugged, then walked away. Another teenage girl approached. She looked exhausted, dark circles under her eyes. \u201cHi, Taryn,\u201d Gordon said. \u201cYou don\u2019t look so hot, kid. Been getting any sleep?\u201d Taryn ignored him as she floated past. Gordon jotted a note on his clipboard. \u201cDidn\u2019t think so,\u201d he muttered. <\/p>\n<p>Gordon stopped at the Quiet Room and peered through the small mesh-guard window. Kincaid, an enormous and powerful-looking seventeen-year-old with a shaved head, was huddled in the corner of the white padded room, gazing at nothing. Gordon made a notation on his clipboard. Suddenly, Doctor Elizabeth Simms, the hospital superior, appeared at his elbow. \u201cHow is he?\u201d she asked. \u201cCooling down,\u201d Gordon replied. \u201cIf he continues having these outbursts, I\u2019ll have to have him isolated permanently.\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t worry, it won\u2019t come to that.\u201d Just then Kincaid began singing softly under his breath.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\u201cI ain\u2019t gonna dream no more, no more,<br \/>\nI ain\u2019t gonna dream no more.<br \/>\nAll night long I sing this song,<br \/>\n\u2018cause I ain\u2019t gonna dream no more\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Gordon and Simms looked at each other, then they continued down the hall. \u201cI read the report on our new staff member,\u201d Gordon said. \u201cWhat did you think?\u201d Simms asked. \u201cFrankly, I don\u2019t understand why some grad school superstar is being treated like a seasoned pro,\u201d Gordon replied. \u201cShe\u2019s been doing ground-breaking research on pattern nightmares,\u201d Simms stated. \u201cElizabeth, we don\u2019t need any outside help. I know these kids. I don\u2019t want some hot-shot taking chances with them just so she can get published.\u201d Gordon was interrupted by an announcement over the speaker system. \u201cDoctor Gordon to Examination\u2014stat!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Gordon and Simms rushed down the hall to the Examination Room. There, Kristen was going berserk, fighting the staff as they tried to restrain her and wrestle her onto a gurney. Kristen\u2019s mother, Elaine, was near hysteria. She was loudly berating a nurse. \u201cDon\u2019t give me that!\u201d she shouted. \u201cShe\u2019s just trying to get attention, that\u2019s all! I\u2019m not playing her little games anymore!\u201d The frantic nurse looked at Gordon. \u201cSuicide attempt,\u201d she said. \u201cThey just brought her down from County General.\u201d \u201cWhat\u2019s her name?\u201d Gordon said. \u201cKristen Parker. She was fine until we tried to sedate her.\u201d Her face contorted with terror, Kristen kicked and bit and scratched as the orderlies tried to pin her. \u201cKristen,\u201d Gordon shouted, \u201cwe want to help you!\u201d Suddenly, Max entered the room. He shoved the orderlies out of the way, spun Kristen effortlessly around, and pinned her arms firmly from behind. She tried to struggle, but Max was too strong. Kristen weakened. \u201cCalm down, baby sister,\u201d Max said compassionately. \u201cThat\u2019s enough nonsense for now.\u201d Gordon took the hypodermic needle from the nurse and approached Kristen slowly. \u201cKristen, I\u2019m Doctor Gordon. I\u2019m not going to hurt you. I\u2019m just going to give you something to help you sleep.\u201d Instantly, Kristen kicked Gordon in the stomach. Max was thrown off balance and crashed into a rolling cart. Medical instruments crashed to the floor. Kristen grabbed a pair of surgical scissors. \u201cBack off, Max!\u201d she shouted. Then she huddled into a corner, ready to skewer anybody who approached. The room grew tense. \u201cKristen,\u201d Gordon said, \u201cput the scissors down. Nobody\u2019s gonna hurt you!\u201d Kristen made no move to drop her guard. She started rocking back and forth, moaning a little song:<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\u201cFive, six, grab your crucifix,<br \/>\nSeven, eight, gonna stay up late,<br \/>\nNine, ten, never\u2026never\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Kristen grew confused. She couldn\u2019t find the right words. Then a voice called out from the hall, <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\u201c\u2026never sleep again!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The room fell into an eerie silence. All eyes fell on Nancy Thompson standing in the doorway. She was a young and beautiful woman now. But her hair still bore the white streak from her nightmare on Elm Street many years ago. \u201cWho taught you that rhyme?\u201d she said to Kristen. Kristen\u2019s eyes locked on Nancy. The staff members parted as Nancy walked to Kristen. She took the scissors from Kristen\u2019s hands. Kristen fell into Nancy\u2019s arms, sobbing.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Later that day, Gordon and Thompson had lunch in the deserted cafeteria. \u201cTell me about the kids,\u201d Nancy said. \u201cYou\u2019ll get to meet them all tomorrow,\u201d Gordon said. \u201cThey\u2019re\u2026survivors, in a way. All severely sleep-disordered. Insomnia, narcolepsy, bedwetting\u2026\u201d \u201cBut nightmares are the common thread?\u201d \u201cRight. They seem to share a group delusion, a \u2018bogeyman\u2019, for lack of a better word. They\u2019re so traumatized, they\u2019ll do anything not to sleep.\u201d \u201cAnything?\u201d Nancy said. Gordon stared at his coffee cup. \u201cWe lost a kid about a month ago to Fairview. I don\u2019t know where he got the razor.\u201d He paused. \u201cEver work with war veterans?\u201d Nancy shook her head. \u201cThese kids act like they\u2019ve got D.S.S.\u2014Delayed Stress Syndrome. If I didn\u2019t know better, I\u2019d swear they\u2019d seen heavy combat.\u201d \u201cI wouldn\u2019t be so sure they haven\u2019t,\u201d Nancy said. \u201cWhat\u2019s that supposed to mean?\u201d Thompson shrugged, not answering.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBy the way,\u201d Gordon said, \u201cthat was great work with the new patient. Pretty smooth for an intern.\u201d \u201cI\u2019ve had some experience with pattern nightmares,\u201d Nancy stated. \u201cSo I\u2019ve been told. Practically an obsession of yours.\u201d \u201cCall it a passion,\u201d Nancy said, glancing at her watch. \u201cI\u2019ve got to get going.\u201d \u201cMake sure to check in with Max,\u201d Gordon said. \u201cHe\u2019ll give you the 25 cent tour.\u201d Nancy gathered her things. Her purse fell over, scattering its contents. A bottle of pills rolled out. Gordon helped gather the items, then picked up the pills. The label read HYPNOCYL. Nancy took the pills and stuffed them into her purse. \u201cThanks. See you in the morning.\u201d Nancy was nearly out the door when Gordon called to her. \u201cMs. Thompson?\u201d he said. \u201cCall me Nancy.\u201d \u201cOnly if you call me Neil.\u201d Gordon said. \u201cWhat was that nursery rhyme all about?\u201d \u201cJust something children sing,\u201d Nancy replied. \u201cTo keep the bogeyman away.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>As Nancy turned the corner, a nun in a white habit appeared at the end of the hallway. She seemed to be staring at Gordon. A group of people blocked his view, then stepped away. The nun was gone. Gordon frowned, then dismissed the incident as he downed his coffee.<\/p>\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/a-nightmare-on-elm-street-3-dream-warriors-adaptation-excerpts-2\/\">Chapter 2<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Adapted by Bob Italia Transcribed by Rob Nimmo Order ONE<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[15,339],"class_list":["post-5645","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-merchandise","tag-a-nightmare-on-elm-street-3-dream-warriors","tag-bob-italia"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5645","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5645"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5645\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5811,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5645\/revisions\/5811"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5645"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5645"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5645"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}