{"id":5864,"date":"1992-09-01T00:01:32","date_gmt":"1992-09-01T00:01:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/?p=5864"},"modified":"2012-05-03T05:33:57","modified_gmt":"2012-05-03T05:33:57","slug":"a-nightmare-on-elm-street-adaptation-excerpts-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/a-nightmare-on-elm-street-adaptation-excerpts-3\/","title":{"rendered":"A Nightmare on Elm Street \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\/1562391569?ie=UTF8&#038;tag=thenightmaone-20&#038;linkCode=xm2&#038;camp=1789&#038;creativeASIN=1562391569\" target=\"_blank\">Order<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>THREE<\/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;padding-bottom: 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>That night, in Nancy\u2019s two-story house on Elm Street, Nancy decided to take a bath. She was so drowsy, she could barely keep her eyes open. She slowly slid to the surface of the water. Her eyes glazed over and her breathing deepened. Suddenly, the water rippled. Then something shiny broke the surface \u2013 a long thin blade! It began to rise slowly. Soon there were two gleaming blades. A full-bladed glove and dark hairy hand appeared, then the wrist and arm. The knives blossomed into a bright flower of razor sharp steel. The hand reared back and the claws arched \u2013 ready to strike!<\/p>\n<p>Just then, Marge rapped on the door. \u201cNancy?\u201d Nancy jerked up, opening her groggy eyes. \u201cWhat?\u201d she said. The dark wet arm, hand and knives were gone. \u201cYou\u2019re not falling asleep, are you?\u201d Marge said. \u201cYou could drown, you know.\u201d \u201cMother, for petesakes.\u201d Marge entered the bathroom and held a towel for Nancy. \u201cTo bed you, c\u2019mon.\u201d Nancy rose from the bath and dried herself off. She put on her pajamas and went to bed. \u201cHere,\u201d Marge said, handing her daughter a yellow pill, \u201ctake this. It\u2019ll help you sleep.\u201d \u201cRight,\u201d Nancy said, popping the pill into her mouth. Marge gave her a kiss on the forehead. \u201cSleep tight,\u201d she said as she started out. \u201cDon\u2019t let the bedbugs bite.\u201d When Marge closed the door, Nancy spit the pill into her hand. She tossed it out the window and took a NoDoz. Then she turned on the television. There was no way she was going to sleep.<\/p>\n<p>Later that night, Nancy caught herself nodding off. She tumbled out of bed, stuck her head out the open window and took a deep breath of the cool night air. Someone pitched out of the dark at her. Nancy yelped \u2013 then clamped her hand over her mouth as she recognized Glen balancing precariously on the rose trellis outside her window. \u201cSorry,\u201d Glen said. \u201cI saw your light on. Thought I\u2019d see how you were.\u201d Nancy sighed with relief. \u201cSometimes I wish you didn\u2019t live right across the street.\u201d \u201cShut up and let me in. You ever stand on a rose trellis in your bare feet?\u201d Glen climbed in through the window and planted himself on the bed. Nancy pointed to the chair. \u201cIf you don\u2019t mind,\u201d she said. Glen crossed the floor to the chair and plopped down. Nancy sat on the bed. \u201cSo, I heard you freaked out in English class today,\u201d Glen said. \u201cGuess I did,\u201d Nancy replied. \u201cHaven\u2019t slept, have you?\u201d \u201cNot really.\u201d Nancy tried to smile, but couldn\u2019t fake it. \u201cYou look dead and rained on, if you want the ugly truth,\u201d Glen said. \u201cAnd what did you do to your arm?\u201d Nancy shrugged. \u201cBurned it in English class.\u201d She looked in the mirror. Her jaw dropped. \u201cMy God, I look twenty years old!\u201d Then she gazed at Glen. \u201cYou have any weird dreams last night?\u201d Glen shook his head. \u201cSlept like a rock.\u201d \u201cYou believe in the Boogey Man?\u201d \u201cOne, two, Freddy\u2019s coming for you?\u201d Glen replied. \u201cNo. Rod killed Tina. He\u2019s a fruitcake and you know it.\u201d Nancy thought for a moment. \u201cListen, I\u2019ve got a crazy favor to ask. It\u2019s nothing hard or anything. I\u2019m just going to look for someone, and I want you to be sort of a guard. Okay?\u201d \u201cOkay\u2026 I think,\u201d Glen said. Nancy took a deep breath and turned off the lights. \u201cNow listen, here\u2019s what we\u2019re going to do\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Nancy was in her pajamas, walking through the shadowy streets near her home. She peered into the darkness of the lawns and trees behind her. \u201cYou still there?\u201d she whispered. Across the street and a distance away, Glen stepped from behind a tree. \u201cYeah. So?\u201d \u201cJust checking,\u201d she replied. \u201cKeep out of sight.\u201d Nancy looked between the houses, deep into a dark alleyway. Then she forced herself to walk into it. As Nancy walked deeper and deeper into the shadows, she often paused and waited. She was sure the killer would come screaming out at any second. But Nancy emerged from the far end of the alley unscathed. Now she was across the street from her father\u2019s police station. \u201cStill there?\u201d she whispered. She heard Glen yawning. \u201cStill here!\u201d he said softly. Nancy crossed the street and entered another alley. Then she peered into a low, barred basement window. She could see Rod lying on his rough cot, twitching in disturbed sleep. Suddenly, a long shadow slid across the cell wall. Nancy looked around and saw a big shape in the shadowed corridor. It walked closer and closer to her. Now she could see it was the shambling, grimly scarred man with the filthy red and green sweater and strange slouch hat pulled across his brow. The giant shadow of a man passed through the bars of the cell and approached Rod. Nancy drew back sharply, swallowing in terror. She looked behind her for help. \u201cGlen!\u201d she shouted. The street was deserted. There was no motion. All she could hear were the sounds of Glen snoring. Nancy jerked back around and forced herself to look into Rod\u2019s cell.<\/p>\n<p>The killer picked up Rod\u2019s bedsheet and tested it between his powerful hands. Without thinking, Nancy banged against the glass. \u201cRod, look out!\u201d she cried. The killer wheeled around, locking eyes with Nancy. She turned white with fear. The killer\u2019s face was horrible \u2013 seething with hatred and a twisted, insane intelligence. The hold of those eyes was broken when Rod rolled up on an elbow with a deep, troubled groan. Suddenly, the killer faded into the shadows of the cell. Rod looked around his cell groggily, running his fingers through his matted hair. Then he collapsed on his pillow and pulled the twisted covers about his shoulders and succumbed again to deadly sleep. The bedsheet was no longer on the bed. The killer, materializing out of the shadows, was holding it between his hands like a garrote. He looked up and leered at Nancy, then approached Rod. Nancy pounded on the window, then turned in frustration. \u201cGlen!\u201d she yelled into the night. Then she turned back to the cell in desperation. The cell was deserted except for Rod who was sleeping peacefully. \u201cGlen!\u201d she shouted. \u201cGlen where are you?\u201d \u201cI\u2019m here,\u201d the deep, ragged voice said. Nancy twisted around in horror. The killer grabbed for her face with his knife-fingers. Nancy pitched back, then ran for her life. The killer chased after her. Time after time, Nancy barely eluded the shadowy figure. She was too tired to scream. All she could hear was the sound of running footsteps, her rasping breath and the knife-fingers slashing through the air right behind her. Nancy made it to Elm Street. She tore across her front lawn and into the open door of her home, slamming it with all her might. \u201cGlen!\u201d she shouted. She heard distant snoring. <\/p>\n<p>Suddenly, the killer was at the kitchen window prying the glass with his knife-fingers. Nancy ran upstairs in blind panic. She darted into her unlit bedroom, slammed the door, and locked it. Then she listened at the door. Nothing. Just then, the killer dived through the window, covering Nancy in a shower of glass. Terrified, she backed into a corner. The killer stood and approached her. Suddenly, the alarm clock went off with a jarring ring. Now the room was filled with light. Nancy reeled up, screaming and fighting on her bed. Glen lurched from his sleep at the frightening noise. He saw Nancy pressed in terror against her headboard, clutching a pillow. Nancy stared in disbelief at Glen, then gazed around the room, untangling herself from her bedclothes. There was no broken glass. Everything was in place. \u201cGlen, you jerk!\u201d she said in a furious and hoarse voice. Glen looked at her in groggy alarm. \u201cWhat did I do?\u201d \u201cI asked you to just one thing \u2013 just stay awake and watch me, just wake me if it looked like I was having a bad dream! But you \u2013 what do you do \u2013 you fall asleep!\u201d Suddenly, a white feather floated down in the moonlight. It was sucked out the window and disappeared. Nancy\u2019s eyes widened. \u201cWe\u2019ve got to get to the police station \u2013 now!\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Glen\u2019s red 1959 Cadillac convertible careened into the station\u2019s parking lot and screeched to a stop. Glen and Nancy jumped out and raced into the station. \u201cI want to see Rod Lane again,\u201d Nancy said to the desk sergeant. Suddenly, she jumped around at the sound of her father\u2019s voice. Thompson emerged from his office, rumpled and yawning. \u201cDad, what are you doing here?\u201d \u201cIt so happens I work here,\u201d he said, \u201cand there\u2019s an unsolved murder. I don\u2019t like unsolved murders \u2013 especially ones my daughter\u2019s mixed up in! What are you doing here at this hour?\u201d \u201cListen, sir,\u201d Glen said, \u201cthis is serious. Nancy had a nightmare about Rod being in danger or something, and so she thinks\u2026\u201d His voice trailed off under Thompson\u2019s glare. \u201cI just want to see if he\u2019s okay!\u201d Nancy shouted. \u201cTake my word for it, Nancy,\u201d the desk sergeant said. \u201cThe guy\u2019s sleeping like a baby. He\u2019s not going anywhere.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Meanwhile, in Rod\u2019s cell, the bedsheet came alive. It twitched and pulsated, then snaked toward his throat. Rod stirred and the sheet fell still. When Rod slipped into deeper sleep, the sheet moved again \u2013 completing the noose around his neck!<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Nancy made a dash for the cell block, but the door was locked. \u201cThis isn\u2019t your average nightmare, Daddy!\u201d she cried. \u201cJust go back and check \u2013 please!\u201d Thompson shrugged, then nodded to the sergeant. \u201cRight,\u201d the sergeant said, feeling his pockets. \u201cNow where did I put that key\u2026\u201d The sergeant located the keys. Urged by Nancy, he fumbled with the lock. When he finally opened the door, Nancy sprinted past everyone and raced down the corridor. Then Nancy gazed into Rod\u2019s cell. She sank back in horror as the others caught up with her. Rod was dead. Thompson and the sergeant untied the sheet from Rod\u2019s neck. Rod slid down over the sergeant\u2019s shoulders, limp as a marionette with its strings slashed. Then they laid Rod at Nancy\u2019s feet. Thompson looked at Nancy in eerie suspicion. \u201cHow\u2019d you know he was gonna do this?\u201d Nancy just stood there and said nothing.<\/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-adaptation-excerpts-2\/\">Chapter 2<\/a> | <a href=\"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/a-nightmare-on-elm-street-adaptation-excerpts-4\/\">Chapter 4<\/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 THREE<\/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":[11,339],"class_list":["post-5864","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-merchandise","tag-a-nightmare-on-elm-street","tag-bob-italia"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5864","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=5864"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5864\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5990,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5864\/revisions\/5990"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5864"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5864"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5864"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}