{"id":5768,"date":"1992-09-01T00:00:02","date_gmt":"1992-09-01T00:00:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/?p=5768"},"modified":"2012-03-10T04:54:43","modified_gmt":"2012-03-10T04:54:43","slug":"a-nightmare-on-elm-street-2-freddys-revenge-adaptation-excerpts-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/a-nightmare-on-elm-street-2-freddys-revenge-adaptation-excerpts-2\/","title":{"rendered":"A Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy&#8217;s Revenge \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\/1562391577?ie=UTF8&#038;tag=thenightmaone-20&#038;linkCode=xm2&#038;camp=1789&#038;creativeASIN=1562391577\" target=\"_blank\">Order<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>TWO<\/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>Later that day, Jesse was in the boys\u2019 locker room of the high school. At the opposite end of a row of lockers was a tough-looking classmate, Ronny Grady. Both boys had just finished baseball practice and were getting dressed. \u201cSo,\u201d Grady said after a long silence, \u201cyou live around here?\u201d \u201cNot too far,\u201d Jesse said. \u201cMy folks bought a place over on Elm Street.\u201d Grady stopped buttoning his shirt and looked up at Jesse. \u201cElm Street? You telling me you moved into that big white house with the bars on the windows?\u201d Jesse frowned. \u201cYeah, why?\u201d Grady shook his head and tucked in his shirttails. \u201cYou can tell your old man he\u2019s a real chump.\u201d Jesse grew angry. \u201cWhat are you talking about?\u201d \u201cThey\u2019ve only been trying to unload that dump for five years. That place is bad news. Some chick was locked in there by her mother and she went crazy. She watched her boyfriend get butchered by some maniac in the house across the street. Her poor mama took her own life right inside your front door.\u201d Jesse stared at Grady with doubt. \u201cYou\u2019re full of it,\u201d he said with a nervous laugh. Grady shoved Jesse into the lockers. Angered, Jesse shoved him back. The two were about to exchange punches when someone blew a whistle. Jesse looked to the end of the row and saw Coach Schneider standing there with his arms folded. \u201cHaven\u2019t had enough, eh?\u201d Schneider said. \u201cOkay boys, let\u2019s run some laps.\u201d Schneider sent Jesse and Grady out to the practice field where they ran their laps. It wasn\u2019t until the school parking lot was completely empty when Schneider sounded his whistle again. \u201cOkay, boys,\u201d he called out, \u201cHit the showers!\u201d Jesse and Grady returned to the locker room. This time, they kept their mouths shut.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Late that night, Jesse had trouble sleeping. He turned over on different sides and punched the pillow a couple of times. Then he stared into space and finally sat up. Frustrated, Jesse got out of bed, put on his jeans, then headed for the kitchen. The room was lit only by the glow of a full moon. Jesse crossed the room to the refrigerator and opened the door. A juice bottle crashed to the floor. Startled, Jesse jumped back. Regaining his composure, Jesse stepped to the sink and grabbed some papertowels. He glanced to the kitchen window and saw a grotesque face peering in. Jesse rubbed his eyes and looked again. The face was gone. Jesse stopped for a moment to slow his heart. He took a deep breath, stepped to the back door, and opened it. All was quiet. Nothing stirred. Jesse strained to see past the shrubbery that surrounded the house. \u201cGrady?\u201d he said in a hoarse whisper. \u201cIt better be you!\u201d Jesse heard an awful sound\u2014the sound of wood ripping! With caution, Jesse made his way along the side of the house. He noticed a red-orange light flickering from behind a cellar window. He got down on his hands and knees to investigate. Jesse saw an intruder bent over by the furnace, lit only by the raging fire within. The intruder wore a filthy green and red striped sweater and a battered hat. He put his hand into the flames and began digging for something in the back of the furnace. Then he pulled out a bundle of rags, set it on top of the furnace and began unwrapping it. Jesse was petrified. He stood up and looked around frantically. He didn\u2019t know what to do. Jesse hurried out the gate that led to the front of the house. Entering the house, Jesse scanned the foyer. Then he headed toward the cellar door. It was ajar. The lock had been splintered as if by a huge wreaking bar. He could hear the roar of the furnace below. Jesse stuck his head inside the cellar door and peaked down. He saw the shadow of a menacing figure moving along the cellar walls. Jesse was breathing heavily, his brain whirling with fear. He pulled the basement door closed and held it tight. <\/p>\n<p>\u201cDad!\u201d he screamed, looking around frantically. \u201cDad!\u201d Something began pulling the cellar door open. Jesse tried to hold it shut, but the powerful force continued to inch the door open. Jesse let go and bolted for the foyer. Freddy stood in his path, a sick smile on his scarred face. He flashed his razor-knives at Jesse. \u201cDaddy can\u2019t help you now,\u201d Freddy said sinisterly. Jesse tried to run away, but Freddy was too fast. His un-taloned hand gripped Jesse\u2019s shirt collar. \u201cI\u2019ve been waiting five years for you, Jesse,\u201d Freddy said. \u201cWe got special work to do, you and me. Things are really gonna heat up.\u201d Jesse struggled to free himself. Freddy tightened his iron grip and fanned his talons threateningly. Jesse\u2019s head stretched back from the choking pain. \u201cWe\u2019ll do real good together, you and me,\u201d Freddy said. He hurled Jesse against the wall. \u201cYou got the body, I got the brains.\u201d Freddy removed his hat. There was no skull\u2014just his squirming brain. Jesse let out an agonizing scream. Then his dad and mom crashed into the bedroom, and Jesse found himself laying in bed. \u201cMaybe we should call a doctor,\u201d Shirley said to Ken. \u201cNo, I\u2019m okay,\u201d Jesse said sitting up. \u201cReally. Just a bad dream.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The following evening, Lisa, in her swimsuit, stepped out of a cabana in her backyard and approached the swimming pool. Stepping on the diving board, she bounced lightly and jumped off, cutting gracefully through the water and coming up in the center of the pool. Mrs. Poletti, a pleasant-looking woman in her late 40\u2019s, slid open the patio doors and poked her head out. \u201cThere\u2019s a Jesse on the phone,\u201d she called out to Lisa. \u201cOkay, thanks,\u201d Lisa said. She swam to the edge of the pool and hoisted herself up. Throwing a towel over her shoulders, Lisa picked up a wireless phone from the patio table. \u201cJesse, hi,\u201d she said. \u201cHi,\u201d Jesse said. \u201cListen, I can\u2019t make it tonight. My old man wants me to finish unpacking.\u201d \u201cOh, that\u2019s okay,\u201d Lisa replied. \u201cI understand. Parents can be real pains. I\u2019ll see you in the morning.\u201d \u201cYeah, okay. See ya then.\u201d Lisa hung up the phone and frowned.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Jesse stood at the foot of the bed, surveying the job unhappily and trying to figure out where to start. Finally, he pulled a shoe box from inside a larger carton, placed it on his desk and lifted the lid. It was full of cassette tapes. Jesse rifled through the tapes, selected one, and popped it into a portable cassette player on the desk. Then he pushed the \u201cplay\u201d button. Rock and roll music began blaring from the speakers. Jesse approached a carton near the bookshelves. Reaching deep into the nearly empty box, he pulled out a stack of books which he plopped on the shelves next to other books already unpacked. Then he tossed the carton aside. Now he was getting into the music, and spun around to face the bureau. He opened a small box on the bureau while be-bopping along and pulled out a pair of sunglasses which he put on, practically dancing. Then he dumped the contents of the box haphazardly into a bureau drawer. Jesse opened a large bureau drawer. He grabbed a nearby box and dumped it into the large drawer, smoothing it over with his hands. A Stetson cowboy hat was on top. He dropped it on his head and pulled it low over his eyes. Jesse stepped before a full length mirror to get a look at himself. In one smooth move, in rhythm with the music, he swung around and moved to the desk. He dumped a small box of pencils and supplies into the desk drawer. As an afterthought, he grabbed a couple of pencils out of the drawer and drummed a few beats on his desk. Finally, Jesse shoved the pencils up his nostrils, tucked his thumbs under his armpits and waved his elbows like a chicken. Spinning around and throwing his arms out, he stopped dead in his tracks.<\/p>\n<p>His mom and Lisa were standing in the doorway. Shirley looked horrified. Lisa repressed a giggle. Jesse hastily pulled the pencils out of his nose and dived for the stereo to turn it off. Beet-red, he tossed the hat and sunglasses onto the bed and tried to look nonchalant. \u201cHi,\u201d he said with embarrassment. Jesse looked to his mom. She took the hint to leave. Lisa stepped into the room. \u201cI told her you invited me over. I guess I should\u2019ve called, huh?\u201d Jesse was glad to see her. He put the pencils in the desk drawer and shut it. \u201cNo, that\u2019s okay. I was just\u2026unpacking.\u201d \u201cI know,\u201d she giggled. Lisa casually stepped over to a carton and peeked in. \u201cI figured you might like some help.\u201d Jesse smiled. It did not take long for the room to shape up nicely. Only a few boxes remained. Jesse pulled a bundle wrapped in newspapers from a carton. He tore away the paper, revealing a baseball trophy. Then he placed it on a conspicuous corner of his dresser. \u201cSweaters in the closet?\u201d Lisa asked. \u201cGreat,\u201d Jesse replied. Lisa dragged a chair to the closet, lifted a pile of sweaters from an open box, stepped up on the chair and stacked the sweaters on a shelf. She started to step back down when something in the back corner of the shelf caught her attention. She reached in and pulled out a small, red leather-bound book. \u201cWhat\u2019s this?\u201d she said. Frowning, Jesse stepped over to look at the book. It was smaller than an average paperback. It had a matching leather thong that snapped into a small latch on the front cover. \u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d he finally said. \u201cLooks like a diary.\u201d Lisa raised her eyebrows and lowered herself down to sit on the chair. She snapped open the tiny latch and opened the book. \u201cNancy Thompson, 1428 Elm,\u201d she read aloud. \u201cHey, this thing is five years old!\u201d \u201cYou know her?\u201d Jesse said. Lisa shook her head. \u201cBefore my time.\u201d She turned a few pages and read aloud. \u201cFebruary 17th\u2014my birthday. Daddy came by today with a big old stuffed bear for me. He took me to dinner and a movie and when we got back, he and mother had another one of their fights. He left angry. I wish they would stop fighting.\u201d<br \/>\nJesse waived the diary away, uninterested. He crossed back to continue unpacking.<br \/>\n\u201cI think it\u2019s sad,\u201d Lisa said.<br \/>\n\u201cTraumas of a ten-year-old,\u201d Jesse stated.<br \/>\nLisa leafed through a few more pages, stopped, and began reading with widened eyes. \u201cHe comes to me at night. Horrible. Ugly. Dirty. Tearing at my nightgown with his steel claw.\u201d<br \/>\nJesse snapped around and approached Lisa, snatching the book from her. Then he resumed the passage. \u201cHis name is Fred and he keeps taking me to the boiler room. He wants to kill me.\u201d<br \/>\nJesse shivered. He turned the page and froze.<br \/>\n\u201cWhat is it?\u201d Lisa said.<br \/>\nJesse showed her the next page. There was one sentence scrawled across the next entry.<br \/>\nTina is dead.<br \/>\nJesse and Lisa looked at each other in horror. Jesse turned the page. \u201cRod\u2019s been killed. Just Glen and me now. Can\u2019t fall asleep!\u201d Jesse\u2019s face turned white as he looked up at Lisa.<br \/>\n\u201cAre you okay?\u201d Lisa asked.<br \/>\n\u201cSomething Grady told me today about the people who lived here last. Girl went crazy\u2014saw her boyfriend killed in the house across the street\u2026\u201d<br \/>\nJust then, Shirley poked her head into the room. \u201cHow\u2019s it going?\u201d<br \/>\nJesse hid the diary behind his back. \u201cOkay.\u201d<br \/>\nShirley looked over the room, impressed with the progress. \u201cLooks great! Thought you might want to take a break\u2014got some cold cider downstairs.\u201d<br \/>\nLisa looked at Jesse\u2019s alarm clock. It was 8 P.M. \u201cNo\u2026thanks,\u201d she said. \u201cI better get back. Got a major paper due the end of this week.\u201d<br \/>\n\u201cWell, it\u2019s there if you change your mind,\u201d Shirley said before leaving.<br \/>\n\u201cAre you sure?\u201d Jesse said.<br \/>\nLisa nodded with a sour expression. \u201cWorld History. But I\u2019ll see you in the morning, right?\u201d Jesse nodded.<br \/>\nLisa pointed to the diary. \u201cHot stuff. Let me know how it turns out.\u201d<br \/>\nJesse opened the door. \u201cI\u2019ll walk you downstairs.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Once Lisa was gone, Jesse poured a glass of milk in the kitchen and entered the living room. His mom wrapped a night-cover over the bird cage while his dad shifted uncomfortably in his recliner. \u201cA little warm in here, huh?\u201d he said, wiping some beaded sweat from his upper lip. Then he got up to check the thermostat. Jesse\u2019s eyes widened. He noticed the intense heat in the room immediately. \u201cIt\u2019s 97 degrees in here!\u201d Ken announced. He pulled off the cover-plate and began fiddling with the coil. Suddenly, a loud squawk filled the room. Everyone looked up. Jesse put his milk down on the TV and hurried over to the bird cage, ripping the cover away. One of the budgies was attacking the other. Jesse threw open the door and tried to pull the attacking bird away. The budgie attacked Jesse\u2019s hand, drawing blood. As Jesse pulled out his arm, the bird flew into the living room, screeching with an eerie war cry unnatural for its size. The bird circled around the ceiling, then dived for Ken, cutting a deep gash under his eye. The budgie seemed much larger than it was before\u2014twice its original size! \u201cGet a broom or something!\u201d Ken cried. The bird swooped down, heading for Angela. It crashed into a lampshade, knocking it to the floor. The bird fluttered to the ceiling and hovered near a light fixture. It opened its mouth and emitted a guttural growl. Shirley returned with a broom and handed it to Ken. As he lifted the broom to his shoulder, the bird screamed again and dived for Jesse. Jesse threw his arm out to block the attack. Ken swung at the bird. He missed, demolishing the table lamp. The bird hovered in the air, puffing up and growing angrier. Just as it seemed ready for a last lethal attack, the bird exploded into flames. The family looked at one another in horror and disbelief. The only sound in the room was Angela, attached to her mother\u2019s leg, whimpering quietly.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Later, Ken dumped an odd assortment of hand tools on the kitchen table. He picked through them, selecting a pipe wrench and a screw driver. Then he approached the stove and attempted to pull it from the wall. \u201cHelp me with this thing!\u201d he shouted at Jesse.<br \/>\n\u201cIt\u2019s not the gas, Dad!\u201d Jesse said.<br \/>\n\u201cDon\u2019t tell me it\u2019s not the gas!\u201d Ken snapped, yanking on the stove. \u201cYour mother thought she smelled gas.\u201d<br \/>\n\u201cI wasn\u2019t sure, Ken,\u201d she said timidly.<br \/>\n\u201cAll right then, what was it?\u201d Ken growled. \u201cBird rabies? That cheap seed you\u2019ve been buying? There\u2019s got to be an explanation. Animals just don\u2019t burst into flames for no reason!\u201d<br \/>\n\u201cWell, it sure isn\u2019t leaky gas pipes,\u201d Jesse said.<br \/>\nKen looked angrily at Jesse. \u201cYou set this all up, didn\u2019t you? One of your sick jokes?\u201d<br \/>\n\u201cWhat are you talking about?\u201d<br \/>\n\u201cYou know what I\u2019m talking about. What did you use, a firecracker? A cherry bomb?\u201d<br \/>\n\u201cI don\u2019t have to listen to this!\u201d Jesse shouted. He stormed out of the kitchen.<br \/>\n\u201cCome back here!\u201d Ken said.<br \/>\n\u201cKen!\u201d Shirley yelled.<br \/>\nKen looked blankly at the wrench in his trembling hand. \u201cI don\u2019t know\u2026I don\u2019t know, Shirl. He used to be a good kid.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Late that night, Jesse emerged from his room and eased the door shut as quietly as possible. He stopped to listen for any signs of his parents, then stepped lightly past their room. Descending the stairs, Jesse made his way to the cellar door. He stopped momentarily, losing his nerve. Then he finally turned the knob and opened the door. He pulled an overhead chain, flooding the cellar with light. No sign of an intruder. Jesse descended the stairs and stepped to the furnace. He squatted down and opened the firebox door. Then he reached in. Horrified, he felt something. He pulled out an object wrapped in rags. Jesse unwrapped the object. It was an old, leather glove with a row of rusty knife blades protruding from its fingers. Suddenly, the furnace switched on with a roar. Flames leaped out of the firebox.<br \/>\n\u201cYou like my little trick with the bird?\u201d a voice laughed sinisterly.<br \/>\nJesse reeled around.<br \/>\nFreddy was just across the room.<br \/>\n\u201cWho are you?\u201d Jesse said.<br \/>\nFreddy snickered.<br \/>\n\u201cWhat do you want?\u201d Jesse asked.<br \/>\n\u201cGo ahead, Jesse. Try it on for size!\u201d<br \/>\nJesse looked at the glove. The blades were gleaming and sharp. He threw the weapon to the floor and ran for the stairs. But then he tripped over some empty cartons and fell to the floor. Regaining consciousness, Jesse realized the furnace has stopped.<br \/>\nFreddy was gone.<br \/>\nAs he struggled to his feet, Jesse noticed the glove on the floor where he dropped it\u2014shiny and new as the day it was made!<\/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-2-freddys-revenge-adaptation-excerpts-1\/\">Chapter 1<\/a> | <a href=\"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/a-nightmare-on-elm-street-2-freddys-revenge-adaptation-excerpts-3\/\">Chapter 3<\/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 TWO<\/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":[14,339],"class_list":["post-5768","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-merchandise","tag-a-nightmare-on-elm-street-2-freddys-revenge","tag-bob-italia"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5768","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=5768"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5768\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5871,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5768\/revisions\/5871"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5768"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5768"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5768"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}