{"id":5705,"date":"1992-09-01T00:01:51","date_gmt":"1992-09-01T00:01:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/?p=5705"},"modified":"2012-02-09T21:56:29","modified_gmt":"2012-02-09T21:56:29","slug":"freddys-dead-the-final-nightmare-adaptation-excerpts-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/freddys-dead-the-final-nightmare-adaptation-excerpts-1\/","title":{"rendered":"Freddy\u2019s Dead: The Final Nightmare \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\/1562391615?ie=UTF8&#038;tag=thenightmaone-20&#038;linkCode=xm2&#038;camp=1789&#038;creativeASIN=1562391615\" 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>John sat balled up in a tight window seat as the 727 jet airliner thundered through a storm-ridden night sky. Rain pelted the aircraft as flashes of lightning illuminated the plane\u2019s green and red markings. John\u2019s face betrayed a map of anxieties. He was sitting next to a sweating, three hundred and fifty pound woman in a polyester pant suit. He barely had enough room to cross his arms. When a flight attendant walked by, John flagged her down. \u201cExcuse me\u2026Miss?\u201d \u201cYes?\u201d she replied. \u201cCan I have a different seat?\u201d \u201cI\u2019m afraid we\u2019re full tonight, sir. You\u2019ll have to stay put.\u201d John blanched as the plane rocked under another wave of turbulence. \u201cThanks anyway,\u201d he smiled weakly. The fat woman flipped on her reading light. It hit him squarely in the eyes. As he turned his head away he saw water dripping from the ceiling. Then he heard a faint bending noise. He turned to the woman. \u201cDid you hear that?\u201d he said with alarm. The woman looked up from her magazine and shot him a contemptuous glance. \u201cI hate heights,\u201d John said. \u201cDon\u2019t be a wimp,\u201d the woman replied. Then she buried her face into the magazine. John fearfully looked up at the leak. He heard the noise again. It sounded like metal fatigue. Suddenly, the roof began vibrating and rumbling. The noise grew louder. John looked around, trying to call the flight attendant. He hit the call button. No response. A sad-faced little girl with brown hair and red ribbon pigtails pushed her face up from the seat in front of him. \u201cHe\u2019s gonna make you help him,\u201d she said to John, \u201cbecause you\u2019re the last.\u201d John stared at her and smiled weakly. Then he signaled the flight attendant again. She approached. \u201cListen,\u201d he said to her, \u201cI really need to change this seat.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Suddenly, the roof ripped up and blew open with the crunching, bending sounds of rotted metal. The fat woman was ripped from her seat and flung into the night sky. John tried to fight the wind and rain. \u201cIt\u2019s not fair!\u201d he screamed. \u201cI was almost out!\u201d Just then, the floor beneath him tore away. He dropped through and plummeted past the clouds, his skin rippling upward as he continued picking up speed. Now he was falling at hundreds of miles an hour. John screamed as he saw the roof of a small-town house rushing up to meet him. At the moment of impact, John woke up screaming, clutching his sweat-soaked pillow. He sat up and patted his bed, letting out a nervous laugh. Then he jumped out of bed, rubbing his eyes. He frowned when he heard a strange whistling sound coming from the window. John reached the window as the whistling grew louder. He put his hands on the curtains and stood there a moment, his face a portrait of dread. Then he flung the curtains wide. John\u2019s eyes flew open in terror as he realized his room was plummeting hundreds of miles an hour through the sky. He grabbed the window frame as his body flew to the ceiling. Suddenly, he heard a familiar booming cackle.<\/p>\n<p>John looked out the window and into the surrounding sky. A sinister figure flew up on a broomstick and up to John\u2019s window. The wind tugged at the hideous man\u2019s rotted green and red sweater. \u201cI\u2019ll get you, my pretty,\u201d Freddy cried, \u201cand your little soul, too!\u201d Then he shot upward and disappeared. John\u2019s house spiraled toward the ground, landing with a loud WHUMP! The impact launched John out the window. He landed on some pavement, shakened and confused. A full moon cast a long shadow of a street sign over him. John cleared his head long enough to look around. Then he gazed up at the sign: ELM STREET. John ran into a backyard and quickly hopped a tall fence. As he fell over the other side, he stared in horror at the steep hill below. John landed hard and started rolling down the hill, smashing through bushes and branches, screaming all the way. John finally came to a stop at the hill\u2019s bottom and struggled to his feet. He looked around and headed into a dense forest, running toward an eerie glow. He stopped when he reached the dream border of Springwood, a deserted landscape with a pond that stretched into infinity. The border was marked by a rusted and faded town sign featuring a happy face, a rusty tear coming out of one eye. The population number had been crossed out and rewritten into a lower number many times.<\/p>\n<p>John passed the sign and rushed toward a small, glowing ticket booth. He looked inside and saw an old man wearing a clerk\u2019s visor and armbands. He slid a ticket toward John. \u201cOne ticket,\u201d the old man said. \u201cRound trip.\u201d Backing away, John stared at the ticket. \u201cHurry up, boy\u201d the old man chuckled. \u201cYou don\u2019t want to miss the bus.\u201d John frowned as he looked around. What bus? Suddenly, a huge bus roared toward him at top speed. It was Freddy\u2019s own nightmare bus-line, complete with the logo of a frightened, running teen on the side. The bus smashed into John. His scream was cut off by a loud smack as the bus grill made contact. \u201cNo screaming while the bus is in motion!\u201d Freddy said, behind the wheel. John was plastered across the grill like a bug, but he was alive and screaming. The bus suddenly stopped short, launching John into an invisible barrier that shattered like glass. John landed on the other side, his head striking a rock. Freddy stepped from the bus and approached the hole in the invisible barrier. But the hole sealed up the moment he reached it. Freddy snapped back in frustration.<\/p>\n<p>John regained consciousness and winced in pain as he touched the lump on his forehead. He struggled to his feet, then gazed in confusion at the skyline of a gleaming city in the distance, its tall spires hiding the fetid and neglected areas in their shadows. John checked his pockets for some clue to where and who he was. He pulled out two twenty dollar bills, a bottle of Stay Awake caffeine pills, and a yellowed old newspaper clipping. He stared at the clipping and the bottle for a moment, then put them back into his pocket and headed for the city.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The little girl ran happily around the backyard in the shadow of a nearby water tower as a man and a woman played tag with her. The girl was laughing, enjoying every moment. Suddenly, the man bent down to pick the little girl up. There was a horrible scream\u2026<\/p>\n<p>\u2026then Maggie Burnham woke up, startled. She looked around in frustration. She had this strange dream often, and it always ended the same way. Just then, the door buzzer sounded. Maggie rolled her eyes and buried her head in her pillow. \u201cGod save me from mothers and birthdays,\u201d she mumbled. Then she got out of bed. Maggie threw on a bathrobe and walked to the front door, letting in her mother. \u201cHappy birthday, sweetie!\u201d her mother said. \u201cGimme a break, mother,\u201d Maggie replied. \u201cIt\u2019s eight in the morning.\u201d \u201cIf you called once in a while, let me know you\u2019re alive, I wouldn\u2019t have to surprise you.\u201d \u201cMom, please. I turned twenty-eight today, not fourteen. You don\u2019t have to surprise me.\u201d Maggie moved into the kitchen and began searching for some filters for the coffee maker. Maggie\u2019s mother immediately began cleaning up the kitchen. \u201cYou\u2019re never too old for surprises,\u201d her mother said, locating the filters. \u201cIs this what you\u2019re looking for?\u201d Maggie took the filters and began making coffee. \u201cYou had the dream again, didn\u2019t you?\u201d her mother said. \u201cYou only look this tired when you have that dream.\u201d \u201cThat\u2019s not true. I always look tired.\u201d \u201cYou can\u2019t just ignore it,\u201d her mother said. \u201cTwelve years of therapy is hardly ignoring it,\u201d Maggie replied. \u201cWhen you\u2019ve had the same dream for twenty years, you just get used to it.\u201d \u201cI just wish it would go away.\u201d Maggie sighed. \u201cI have to be at the shelter by nine.\u201d \u201cThe shelter,\u201d her mother scoffed. \u201cYou should be a famous psychiatrist by now\u2014with your own practice. Not slaving away at some delinquents\u2019 home.\u201d \u201cIt happens to be a place for kids with problems,\u201d Maggie said defensively. \u201cI\u2019m proud of what I do there.\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s practically a jail. And you spend too many hours there. You\u2019re leaving no time to meet someone nice.\u201d Maggie sighed. \u201cEnough with the meeting-someone-nice speech. I told you the last hundred times you gave me this lecture that this city\u2019s full of \u2018nice\u2019 men. That\u2019s why I work so much.\u201d She walked into the bedroom and shut the door. Then she came out and kissed her mother on the cheek. \u201cThanks for remembering.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/freddys-dead-the-final-nightmare-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":[339,121],"class_list":["post-5705","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-merchandise","tag-bob-italia","tag-freddys-dead-the-final-nightmare"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5705","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=5705"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5705\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5814,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5705\/revisions\/5814"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5705"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5705"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5705"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}