{"id":5888,"date":"1992-09-01T00:01:59","date_gmt":"1992-09-01T00:01:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/?p=5888"},"modified":"2012-05-04T02:17:02","modified_gmt":"2012-05-04T02:17:02","slug":"freddys-dead-the-final-nightmare-adaptation-excerpts-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/freddys-dead-the-final-nightmare-adaptation-excerpts-3\/","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>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;\"><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 in a chair by a desk in the center of the sparse evaluation room. A single light bulb hung from a bent wire suspended from the ceiling. John\u2019s condition had worsened. He was jumpy and fidgety and could barely sit still in his chair. His eyes were heavy. And he had fresh bandages on his head and arms. Maggie tried to examine his pupils with a small penlight. But John was bouncing around in his chair too much. Maggie finally placed her hand on top of his head to keep him still. \u201cSorry,\u201d John said. \u201cHow long have you been awake?\u201d Maggie asked. \u201cThree days. That\u2019s as far back as I can remember.\u201d \u201cIt looks more like three weeks.\u201d \u201cYeah, well that\u2019s the wonder of amnesia. It always keeps you guessing.\u201d \u201cHow about where you came from?\u201d Maggie asked. \u201cI don\u2019t know. My head\u2019s a mess. All I know is that wherever I\u2019m from, I\u2019m the last.\u201d \u201cThe last what?\u201d \u201cSurvivor,\u201d John said. \u201cDo you have any caffeine pills or some coffee? Maybe some coke?\u201d Maggie frowned. \u201cI meant the soda,\u201d John insisted. \u201cWhy do you want to stay awake?\u201d \u201cBecause if I sleep, I\u2019m not waking up.\u201d \u201cWhat makes you think that?\u201d Maggie said. \u201cI don\u2019t think it. I feel it. If I sleep, there\u2019s going to be trouble.\u201d \u201cThere won\u2019t be any trouble here. I promise. You\u2019ll be protected.\u201d \u201cNot if I dream,\u201d John stated. \u201cAnd if I do, you can\u2019t protect everyone.\u201d \u201cSure I can,\u201d Maggie said. She left the room and conferred with Kelly in the hall. \u201cI want him transferred to Mercy Hospital in the morning.\u201d Kelly nodded in agreement. Back in the evaluation room, John shut his eyes, his head drooping. Suddenly, the light bulb shattered, and he snapped upright.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Doc took Tracy through several martial arts exercises. They talked as they sparred. \u201cWhat\u2019s this stuff got to do with my dreams anyway?\u201d Tracy asked. \u201cI told you,\u201d Doc replied, \u201cIt helps concentration. Concentration helps meditation. And meditation helps you\u2014\u201d \u201cGet in and out of my dreams,\u201d Tracy stated. \u201cNot only your dreams. I told you that with the right discipline, you could move in and out of anyone\u2019s dream. But that\u2019s a little advanced for you right now.\u201d Just then, Doc felt a small dream disturbance and was shakened from his concentration. Tracy noticed something was wrong. \u201cDoc, you okay?\u201d \u201cYes\u2026I\u2026let\u2019s pick this up later.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>John looked up at the light bulb. It was intact. Then he let out a disturbed giggle. The giggle quickly turned into sobbing as he dragged his hands across his face and slumped down.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>That night, John was lying in his bed in the boys\u2019 wing of the shelter. He was singing to himself, trying to stay awake. A thermos of coffee sat by his bed. There were boys sleeping in beds all around him. \u201cFour thousand, five hundred and sixty seven bottles of beer on the wall,\u201d he sang, \u201cfour thousand, five hundred and sixty seven bottles of beer. If one of those bottles should happen to fall\u2026\u201d Some of the boys stirred in their beds. \u201cI\u2019m gonna break a bottle over your head if you don\u2019t shut up!\u201d an angry boy said. The other boys echoed their approval. John stopped his singing and stared at the ceiling. Soon his eyes began fluttering. He couldn\u2019t hold on any longer.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Meanwhile, Maggie was studying John\u2019s file in her office. She pulled out the yellowed newspaper clipping from the Springwood Gazette dated September 7, 1967. Then her eyes widened. The headline read: KRUEGER WOMAN STILL MISSING. There was a grainy picture of a tough but attractive woman beneath the headline. A water tower loomed in the background. It looked just like the water tower from her dream. Maggie rubbed her eyes and yawned as she read the article. But soon her eyes grew heavy, and she could not resist the urge to sleep. Maggie was swept into her recurring dream. The water tower stood gleaming in the bright sunshine as the little girl played tag in the backyard with the two adults. Suddenly, the woman left the backyard and entered the house, making her way down the basement stairs. It was the same woman from the newspaper clipping.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>John was still lying in his bed when a drop of water hit his nose. He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. But it wasn\u2019t the same. The pipes and plaster were gone, replaced by the ceiling of an old house. A wet stain spread across the ceiling. Something on the second floor was leaking. John bolted up and saw a little girl standing next to his bed. They were in the living room of the Elm Street house. \u201cI told you he\u2019d make you help him,\u201d the little girl said. \u201cHelp?\u201d John said frantically. \u201cHelp who? Tell me!\u201d \u201cI won\u2019t tell\u2026\u201d She walked off. John got up and followed the girl as she walked up the stairs. He continued to follow her once they reached the second floor. He neared the end of the hallway where a large window looked out onto the city streets. John turned a corner before the window and entered a room. It was a brightly lit padded cell. The little girl was gone. But there was a shaking figure in a straight-jacket hunched in the corner. Tufts of hair stuck out at all angles. John approached the figure. Suddenly, the figure whipped around. It was another figure of John. \u201cFree me, you idiot!\u201d the figure shouted. \u201cI\u2019m your memory!\u201d John screamed and ran toward the door, barreling into a guard from the shelter. The guard crashed through a window and fell. Realizing he had awakened, John rushed to the window and looked down. The guard was lying on the ground, glaring back at John. \u201cYou jerk,\u201d the guard said.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The next day, Maggie spoke with John in a security room that eerily echoed the padded cell from John\u2019s dream. \u201cYou can\u2019t blame yourself,\u201d Maggie said. \u201cAnd no one was hurt.\u201d \u201cNot this time,\u201d John said. \u201cI told you this would start happening .\u201d \u201cWhat were you dreaming about?\u201d \u201cA room\u2026like this one. A house\u2026a little girl. There was something about the town from my article. I remember a water tower.\u201d Maggie was visibly shakened. \u201cThe article, do you remember where you got it?\u201d \u201cNo\u2026it was about some woman named Krueger.\u201d Maggie nodded \u201cLoretta Krueger. She disappeared in 1967.\u201d \u201cIt said they never found her,\u201d John stated. \u201cWhat about the little girl? What\u2019d she look like?\u201d John thought for a moment. \u201cDark hair\u2026\u201d \u201cWith red ribbons?\u201d Maggie finished. John\u2019s eyes brightened. \u201cHow did you know that?\u201d Maggie didn\u2019t answer. She got up and walked down the hall to Doc\u2019s office, then began telling him what she learned from John. Doc looked anxious. \u201cI don\u2019t like it. There\u2019s some crazy connection between your dreams and his\u2014and his dreams mean bad news. I know it sounds nuts, but I can feel it.\u201d \u201cCan\u2019t anyone talk about anything but dreams around here?\u201d Maggie said in frustration. \u201cIt\u2019s all Freudian nonsense!\u201d \u201cYou don\u2019t believe that! You think if you take care of that kid\u2019s puzzle, you\u2019ll be taking care of your own.\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t have a puzzle,\u201d Maggie said. \u201cYes, you do. And even though you think you know everything, you may not be ready for what this boy\u2019s going to show you.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Later that day, Maggie and John headed down the hallway. John looked nervous. \u201cI didn\u2019t say I wanted to go there.\u201d \u201cLook,\u201d Maggie replied, \u201cI\u2019ve dealt with amnesiacs before. Taking you to the town from the article may trigger something simple in your memory. Some spark to help you remember.\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t need a spark to help me remember it\u2019s a bad place. You want a spark? You go. I\u2019ll stay here, spark-less but happy.\u201d \u201cI\u2019ll be right there with you,\u201d Maggie said reassuringly. \u201cYou\u2019re dreaming it too, aren\u2019t you? That\u2019s why you want to go.\u201d \u201cWe\u2019re not going for me.\u201d Maggie and John climbed into the shelter\u2019s van and sped away. Soon they were traveling down an empty highway. John stared out the passenger window, his eyes becoming heavy. <\/p>\n<p>Finally, Maggie steered onto an off-ramp and exited the highway. Maggie turned the van onto a rural road and drove past Springwood\u2019s town sign. As John\u2019s head leaned against the glass of the window, the van struck a bump, jolting him. John rubbed his head. \u201cI told you not to let me fall asleep.\u201d John looked out the windshield. Then his eyes widened in terror. The little girl from his nightmare was standing in the middle of the road. \u201cGo back!\u201d she shouted. John screamed as he lunged for the wheel. \u201cJohn, stop it!\u201d Maggie cried. \u201cWake up, John! Wake up!\u201d John woke to find himself struggling with Maggie for control of the wheel. He let go, but the van spun out of control. As it spun, Spencer, Carlos and Tracy tumbled out of the back and rolled to the front. Maggie noticed them as the van screeched to a halt. Then she turned and glared. \u201cFunny meeting you here,\u201d Spencer said with a sheepish grin. Tracy smacked Spencer on the back of the head. \u201cGreat plan.\u201d \u201cIt almost worked,\u201d Spencer insisted. Maggie straightened the van on the road and continued driving toward Springwood. \u201cThis was a dumb stunt. Believe it or not, there are people who care about all of you back home. Are you listening?\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t scream at me!\u201d Tracy said angrily. \u201cIt\u2019s your driving that almost killed us!\u201d Before the argument could continue, John noticed Carlos dozing in the back seat. He started shaking him. \u201cHey, no sleeping! Get up!\u201d Tracy batted his hand away. \u201cLay off!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Maggie brought the van to a stop on the edge of a pathetic town fair in Springwood. There were a few dozen booths and attractions\u2014but no kids. Springwood was trying to appear normal. Everyone stepped out of the van. \u201cOkay,\u201d Maggie said, \u201cfirst you\u2019re going to find a phone and call Kelly. Tell him you\u2019re all right. Then I\u2019m going to trust you to get in that van and go back to the shelter. Can I do that, or do I have to call the police?\u201d \u201cHow will you get back?\u201d Spencer said. \u201cHave Kelly send a car,\u201d Maggie replied. Spencer, Carlos and Tracy trudged off to find a telephone. Then Maggie stared at John who seemed preoccupied. \u201cNo kids,\u201d he said softly. \u201cWhat?\u201d Maggie said. \u201cA town fair\u2026and there\u2019s no kids.\u201d Maggie looked around in astonishment. Some of the adults on the surrounding grounds were staring back at John. They looked afraid. Some of them quickly looked away and rushed off. \u201cThey\u2019re afraid of me,\u201d John said.<\/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> | <a href=\"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/freddys-dead-the-final-nightmare-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":[339,121],"class_list":["post-5888","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\/5888","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=5888"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5888\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6009,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5888\/revisions\/6009"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5888"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5888"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5888"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}