{"id":6004,"date":"1992-09-01T00:01:12","date_gmt":"1992-09-01T00:01:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/?p=6004"},"modified":"2012-09-13T22:18:43","modified_gmt":"2012-09-13T22:18:43","slug":"a-nightmare-on-elm-street-5-the-dream-child-adaptation-excerpts-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/a-nightmare-on-elm-street-5-the-dream-child-adaptation-excerpts-4\/","title":{"rendered":"A Nightmare on Elm Street 5: The Dream Child \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\/1562391593?ie=UTF8&#038;tag=thenightmaone-20&#038;linkCode=xm2&#038;camp=1789&#038;creativeASIN=1562391593\" target=\"_blank\">Order<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>FOUR<\/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>Yvonne sat patiently next to Alice\u2019s hospital bed as Alice\u2019s father conferred with a doctor, Dan\u2019s parents, and two police officers in the hall. Suddenly, Alice\u2019s eyes flew open. \u201cIt was him,\u201d she said quietly. Yvonne leaned over. \u201cYou\u2019re all right. It\u2019s okay, honey. I\u2019m right here.\u201d Alice stared in confusion at Yvonne. \u201cAlice,\u201d Yvonne said, \u201cDan\u2019s been in an accident.\u201d Alice shook her head. \u201cIt was no accident. It was Krueger. He used to get in through my dreams, but not anymore. He\u2019s found some other way.\u201d \u201cAlice,\u201d Yvonne said, \u201cit\u2019s no dream. I\u2019m sorry\u2014Dan\u2019s dead.\u201d Alice stared at Yvonne as her eyes filled with tears. Then she wept as she clutched Yvonne in a desperate embrace. Alice\u2019s father and the others rushed in. \u201cI\u2019m so sorry, honey&#8230;\u201d her father said. \u201cDaddy, he\u2019s coming back. Krueger\u2019s back. Make them understand.\u201d \u201cCalm down, take it easy,\u201d Yvonne said. \u201cYou\u2019re hitting shock.\u201d \u201cAlice,\u201d her father said, \u201cthe police found fragments of a champagne bottle&#8230;\u201d \u201cDan didn\u2019t drink,\u201d Alice said. \u201cYou know that. It was probably for me\u2014to celebrate our trip.\u201d Her father looked away helplessly. \u201cThese sorts of outbursts aren\u2019t entirely uncommon,\u201d the doctor said to him. \u201cMany women have them in the first few weeks\u2014especially if they\u2019ve suffered a traumatic shock.\u201d Then he looked at Alice. \u201cBut don\u2019t worry, young lady, you\u2019re going to be fine.\u201d \u201cI won\u2019t be fine!\u201d Alice shouted, becoming increasingly hysterical. \u201cAnd neither will any of my friends! We\u2019ve got to do something! Dan\u2019s already dead\u2014don\u2019t you see? He\u2019s back and he\u2019s just getting started.\u201d Then she frowned as she recalled the doctor\u2019s words to her father. \u201cWhat do you mean? What\u2019s he talking about? What\u2019s wrong with me?\u201d \u201cNothing,\u201d Yvonne said in a comforting tone. \u201cYou\u2019re&#8230; just a little pregnant.\u201d Stunned, Alice closed her eyes tight. A tear trickled down her cheek. \u201cDoctor Moore wants to keep you here overnight,\u201d her father said. \u201cJust for routine observation,\u201d Dr. Moore said. \u201cTo make sure you\u2019re as comfortable as possible.\u201d But Alice wasn\u2019t listening. Her eyes opened as she understood the full ramifications. \u201cDan\u2019s baby&#8230;\u201d she muttered. <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Later that night, Alice was lying in her hospital bed when a frail little boy entered her room. He wore a white hospital robe and stood motionless, staring at Alice with a transfixed smile of happiness. Alice was startled by his sudden appearance. \u201cHey,\u201d the boy said, \u201cwake up.\u201d \u201cHi there,\u201d Alice said. \u201cMy name is Jacob.\u201d Alice smiled as the boy continued to stare. \u201cShouldn\u2019t you be in your room, Jacob?\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s lonely in there, in my room.\u201d Alice nodded. \u201cMy name is\u2014&#8221; \u201cI\u2019m sorry your boyfriend got killed,\u201d the boy interrupted. Alice\u2019s eyes widened. \u201cHow did you know that?\u201d \u201cI could tell you were sad. I just wanted to see if you were alright.\u201d He smiled shyly and started out. \u201cJacob, wait!\u201d Alice cried. \u201cDon\u2019t go!\u201d But the boy disappeared into the darkened corridor. <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The next day, Yvonne returned to the hospital to drive Alice home. \u201cDid you see the little boy on my floor?\u201d Alice said to Yvonne as they climbed into the car. \u201cWhat boy?\u201d Yvonne said, cranking the engine. \u201cJacob. The one who looks kind of sad.\u201d Yvonne stared at her for a moment. \u201cThere weren\u2019t any little boys on your floor.\u201d Alice shrugged. \u201cHe must\u2019ve wandered up from the children\u2019s ward. I just wondered what was wrong with him.\u201d Yvonne frowned and shook her head. \u201cThey don\u2019t have a children\u2019s ward.\u201d Alice grew puzzled. \u201cBut he was wearing a hospital robe.\u201d Yvonne looked at Alice with a blend of impatience and compassion. \u201cI don\u2019t know what to tell you,\u201d she said, throwing the car into gear and driving away from the hospital. \u201cDid you call everyone?\u201d Alice asked. Yvonne hesitated. \u201cThey\u2019re waiting for us. But let\u2019s keep this dream stuff between you and me.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Alice met her friends at her house and led them to her bedroom before closing the door for a very private meeting. There, she tried to convince them that Freddy Krueger was real. \u201cAmanda Krueger was part of a religious order that ran that asylum,\u201d she said. \u201cShe was raped and had the baby there in the 1940s. That baby grew up to be Freddy Krueger. He murdered twenty or thirty kids right here on Elm Street.\u201d Sitting at Greta\u2019s feet, Mark glanced up from his sketchpad, intrigued. \u201cHe got caught,\u201d Alice continued, \u201cbut the courts cut him loose on a technicality. The parents of the murdered kids formed a posse and killed him. Torched him. But tat was just the beginning. He keeps on killing&#8230; only now he kills people in their dreams, their nightmares. And he uses my dreams to get his victims.\u201d Greta and Yvonne exchanged doubtful looks. Mark seemed incredulous as he kept on sketching. \u201cThat\u2019s why it\u2019s my fault Dan\u2019s dead,\u201d Alice said. \u201cStop saying that!\u201d Yvonne shouted. \u201cI want to talk about the baby,\u201d Greta said. \u201cYeah, congratulations, I guess,\u201d Mark said. \u201cThat\u2019s not what we\u2019re here for!\u201d Alice shouted angrily. \u201cLook,\u201d Yvonne said, \u201cDan\u2019s parents were pushing him\u2014pushing him hard. He was complaining about it at the party last night. He was under pressure. We all are.\u201d \u201cPushy parents can make you more than a bit crazy,\u201d Greta said. \u201cWhat\u2019s that got to do with it?\u201d Alice asked. \u201cWhen Dan died, you weren\u2019t even asleep,\u201d Yvonne said. \u201cYou said so. End of story.\u201d Alice glared at them. \u201cThen he must have found another way. Listen, this isn\u2019t a joke! He gets through my dreams somehow. I thought I could control it, but something\u2019s changed, and I don\u2019t know what he\u2019ll do next.\u201d Everyone stared at her, not knowing what to say. \u201cLook,\u201d Mark said, \u201cwe all liked Dan. And we all love you.\u201d Greta put her hand on Alice\u2019s shoulder. \u201cBottom line, Alice. Anybody, supernatural or not, that wants to hurt you, he\u2019ll have to go through us first.\u201d \u201cAll of us,\u201d Yvonne stated. \u201cRight?\u201d Alice stared at them. \u201cThat\u2019s what I\u2019m afraid of.\u201d<\/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-5-the-dream-child-adaptation-excerpts-3\/\">Chapter 3<\/a> | <a href=\"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/a-nightmare-on-elm-street-5-the-dream-child-adaptation-excerpts-5\/\">Chapter 5<\/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 FOUR<\/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":[],"class_list":["post-6004","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-merchandise"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6004","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=6004"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6004\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6313,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6004\/revisions\/6313"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6004"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6004"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6004"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}