{"id":6007,"date":"1992-09-01T00:01:28","date_gmt":"1992-09-01T00:01:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/?p=6007"},"modified":"2012-05-16T03:19:32","modified_gmt":"2012-05-16T03:19:32","slug":"freddys-dead-the-final-nightmare-adaptation-excerpts-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/freddys-dead-the-final-nightmare-adaptation-excerpts-4\/","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>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>Spencer, Carlos, and Tracy huddled around a pay phone. Spencer was fishing in his pockets for change while Tracy looked over the strange fair. Pies were rotting on a stand, crawling with buzzing flies. A lonely old man rode around and around in a bumper car ride, no one to bump. A clown leaned against a game booth, smoking a cigarette\u2014no kids to entertain. Spencer frowned as he held out the phone. \u201cThis phone\u2019s out of order.\u201d \u201cSo\u2019s this town,\u201d Tracy said. Just then, they were startled by the sudden, desperate appearance of an odd middle-aged woman. She was jumpy, sweaty, and wore too much makeup. The woman cornered them by the phone. \u201cWhat lovely children,\u201d she said, constantly glancing over her shoulder. \u201cWhat perfectly lovely, darling children. Would you like to come home with me? It\u2019s been so long since we had children in the house. So long. But this time it\u2019ll be different, my perfectly adorable little babies. This time I\u2019ll hide you and he won\u2019t find you and he won\u2019t find you.\u201d \u201cEthel!\u201d a man shouted. The woman jumped up, the man\u2019s shout effectively cutting off her insane rambling. She turned and ran toward a stern-looking man. He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her off. \u201cI want my children back!\u201d she cried. \u201cYou know they bring him!\u201d the man growled. Suddenly, alarm bells rang at the nearby high school started ringing. The man and the woman reacted fearfully. \u201cSee what you did!\u201d the man roared at the teens.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Maggie and John returned to the van while the alarm bells continued ringing. The rest of the adults at the fair scrambled to close the stands. Carlos, Tracy and Spencer approached the van as the man dragged the odd woman past. Then the man stopped and pointed at John. \u201cYou said you were getting out!\u201d he shouted. \u201cBut you brought back more!\u201d John just stared at him as he dragged the woman away. \u201cOkay, c\u2019mon,\u201d Maggie said to the teens. \u201cBack in the van.\u201d Carlos, Tracy and Spencer climbed in. \u201cHey!\u201d John said. \u201cWatch the air here. It\u2019s heavy. Makes you sleepy. Don\u2019t give in.\u201d \u201cGo ahead,\u201d Maggie said. With Tracy driving, the van sped away. \u201cI hope they make it,\u201d John said. Maggie turned to the school. \u201cSomebody rang those bells.\u201d \u201cLucky us,\u201d John said with a weak smile. They started walking up the street toward the school. Suddenly, Maggie was distracted by something in the sky over a row of houses. It was a water tower. Then Maggie stopped and looked down. \u201cWhy\u2019d you stop?\u201d John asked. Maggie pointed down. \u201cLook.\u201d Maggie and John were standing on top of a huge chalk drawing. It was a child\u2019s rendering of a horrible looking figure with steel claws and a fedora. There were words scrawled under the illustration: ONE, TWO, FREDDY\u2019S COMING FOR YOU.<\/p>\n<p>Maggie and John stepped back and stared at it. \u201cFreddy&#8230;\u201d John said, scratching his chin. \u201cHave you seen this before?\u201d Maggie asked. \u201cI don\u2019t know, but I know who posed for this. It\u2019s Freddy Krueger.\u201d Maggie frowned. \u201cThat\u2019s not even human. Traumatized and abused children often draw what they can\u2019t talk about. This drawing simply represents something else.\u201d A middle-aged woman carrying a bucket of water and a large hand brush suddenly appeared at Maggie\u2019s side. She knelt down and began scrubbing the drawing. Then she looked up at them. \u201cIt won\u2019t wash away, not even when it rains.\u201d The woman resumed the scrubbing. But the brush had no effect on the drawing. \u201cWhat does she represent?\u201d John said to Maggie. Maggie remained silent. They continued on, walking through a rusty schoolyard. The playing fields were overgrown with weeds and grass. John spotted some graffiti on a wall. It was a heart with two names drawn in. It read: GLEN LOVES NANCY. John stared at it, waiting for the words to trigger his memory. But nothing happened. <\/p>\n<p>Maggie approached the front doors of the school. A weathered sign proclaimed SPRINGWOOD HIGH SCHOOL. The sign had been spray-painted with the words: THREE, FOUR, BETTER LOCK YOUR DOOR. Maggie stared at the strange rhyme. John joined her. \u201cI guess they didn\u2019t teach much poetry around here,\u201d he said. They cracked the door and entered. Immediately, they heard a murmuring coming from a nearby classroom. Maggie and John peered into the empty room and saw an old man with thick glasses writing furiously at the chipped blackboard. A huge pencil holder weighed down the pocket of his stained shirt. \u201cYou\u2019ll all be expected to pass both written and oral exams,\u201d the man muttered. Maggie and John looked at each other. \u201cDon\u2019t disturb him,\u201d Maggie whispered. A thick book lay on a desk. Maggie quietly approached it and flipped through it. Suddenly, the old teacher pulled down a weird map of Springwood, complete with a dream border and murder sites marked with an X. \u201cWell, you were here,\u201d Maggie said to John as she fitted the clipped article in the book. \u201cThis is where you got the clipping.\u201d Just then, the teacher spun around and stared at the empty classroom. \u201cWelcome to Freddy 101!\u201d he proclaimed loudly.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Tracy drove the van down a Springwood residential street while Spencer sat in the passenger seat. Carlos was in the back. \u201cHey,\u201d Carlos said, \u201cthere\u2019s a map back here.\u201d \u201cDid I say I needed a map?\u201d Tracy said irritably. \u201cI can\u2019t get over the way those people looked at us,\u201d Spencer said, yawning. \u201cQuit yawning,\u201d Tracy said. \u201cYou\u2019re making me tired.\u201d Tracy drove down the street, past a statue of a Boy Scout in the town\u2019s center. An engraving on the statue read: THE CHILDREN SHALL ENDURE. Tracy drove around for a while until she saw the statue again. Now she realized that she had been driving around in circles. \u201cGive me the map,\u201d she snapped at Carlos. Carlos started unfolding the map. But it didn\u2019t stop unfolding. It kept getting bigger and bigger. Tracy and Spencer watched as Carlos struggled to unfold the endless road map. Then all three of them unfolded it. It filled the van. Suddenly, they unfolded a message on part of the map. GUESS WHO? it read. Carlos snapped awake from his nightmare. <\/p>\n<p>\u201cCarlos!\u201d Tracy yelled. \u201cI asked you for the map!\u201d \u201cIt says \u2018Guess Who?\u2019 \u201d Carlos replied. \u201cOkay,\u201d Spencer said to Tracy, \u201cyou\u2019ve had your chance to get us out of here. Now it\u2019s my turn.\u201d Tracy and Spencer switched sides. Spencer drove around, looking for a way out of town. But he too ended up at the statue. Finally, he had enough. He pulled the van up to the statue and all three teens piled out, yawning and exhausted. \u201cThere\u2019s no way out!\u201d Spencer said. \u201cNot with you driving,\u201d Tracy said. \u201cLook,\u201d Spencer said, \u201cwe\u2019re just too fried to see straight. Let\u2019s find Maggie.\u201d Tracy grew angry. \u201cI\u2019m not turning myself over for any adult supervision. This girl\u2019s gonna get some rest and get out of here in the morning.\u201d She started walking away from them. \u201cIn fact, I think I see my kind of neighborhood up ahead\u2014empty!\u201d She trudged off. Spencer and Carlos reluctantly followed.<\/p>\n<p>They crossed right under the Elm Street sign and walked down the deserted avenue, passing burned out houses with crooked FOR SALE signs planted on their rotting lawns. Tracy stopped them in front of a rundown, plain-looking house. \u201cThis is the one. We\u2019ll have it all to ourselves.\u201d Tracy headed inside, Carlos behind her. Spencer hesitated, then followed them inside. But as soon as they entered, the house began creaking loudly as it transformed its outer shell into the hideous Elm Street house. Unaware of the deadly trap they had just entered, the teens began exploring the house. It was mostly empty of furniture and decoration, and looked harmless. \u201cI need to find a bed,\u201d Carlos said, yawning. \u201cI need to find a bathroom,\u201d Spencer said. Tracy looked around. \u201cThis place makes the shelter look like the Ritz.\u201d Carlos began climbing the stairs to the second floor. He walked down the hallway and into a plain, stripped room with a rusty box-spring shoved into a corner. Carlos picked up a dusty sheet and threw it over the springs. Then he stretched out. \u201cBeats the street.\u201d Meanwhile, Tracy and Spencer continued exploring. \u201cWhy do you think John said not to fall asleep?\u201d Spencer asked. \u201cBecause he\u2019s a lame-o freak,\u201d Tracy replied. \u201cHe\u2019s Miss Maggie\u2019s pet psycho.\u201d Then she looked upward. \u201cCarlos!\u201d <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The old teacher began his lesson. He pulled up the map and drew a time-line on the chalkboard, detailing Freddy\u2019s history. The line started from the original crimes to his return as a dream demon. \u201cIn fourteen hundred and ninety-three,\u201d he babbled, \u201cFreddy sailed across the sea&#8230;\u201d Meanwhile, Maggie continued flipping through the book. \u201cI can\u2019t find anything on you,\u201d she said to John. \u201cAt least I\u2019m not up there,\u201d John said. Maggie looked up and saw John staring at a display that lined the back wall. It read IN MEMORIAM and displayed every deceased student\u2019s picture. \u201cThe dates,\u201d she said in shock, \u201cthey\u2019re all within a ten year period. What happened here?\u201d \u201cFreddy happened here,\u201d John said. \u201cThat\u2019s impossible. He was dead by the time these started.\u201d The teacher suddenly smacked his pointer onto a particular event on his time-line. Maggie and John swung around and moved forward. \u201cHere\u2019s a crucial point,\u201d the teacher said, gazing around at the empty classroom. \u201cAnyone know what I\u2019m talking about? Hmmm?\u201d He waited for someone to raise their hand and answer. When no one responded, he let out an exasperated sigh. \u201cWe covered this, people! Here\u2019s where they took his child away.\u201d John\u2019s eyes brightened. \u201cWhat child?\u201d \u201cIt was taken from him and put into the town orphanage,\u201d the teacher said, \u201cadding a critical variable to an already unstable status quo.\u201d \u201cHe had a kid,\u201d John said in astonishment to Maggie. The old teacher cleared his throat. \u201cIn fourteen hundred and ninety-four, Freddy came back to look for more&#8230;\u201d Maggie and John left the room. <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Carlos sat up in bed when he heard his name called out. But it wasn\u2019t Tracy\u2019s voice. It was the voice of an older woman with a heavy Spanish accent. \u201cCarlos!\u201d the woman shouted sternly. Shakened, Carlos headed for the door. \u201cTracy?\u201d he called out warily. He entered the empty hallway. \u201cWhy don\u2019t you listen to me?\u201d the woman\u2019s voice said. \u201cCarlos, you never listen!\u201d Carlos turned a corner. Suddenly, he found himself in a cramped, inner city tenement hallway. It was dark and smoky. \u201cTracy, where are you?\u201d \u201cBehind you,\u201d the woman said chillingly. Carlos spun around, sweat pouring from his face. A meaty hand flew forward and smacked his ear. Then he saw his mother, a large and powerful woman, glaring at him. \u201cMaybe you don\u2019t hear so good,\u201d she said. \u201cMaybe I clean out your ears for you!\u201d \u201cMama, no,\u201d Carlos cried. \u201cDon\u2019t do this! I was good. I was a good boy!\u201d He turned to run, but a hand grabbed him. \u201cI\u2019m not!\u201d Freddy said. Hanging onto Carlos, Freddy used one fingerblade to pop out Carlos\u2019 hearing aid. \u201cCarlos, lend me your ear!\u201d Laughing maniacally, he raised his claw to strike. Screaming in terror, Carlos pushed himself away. He crashed through a wall and tumbled down an old rickety fire escape. Carlos came to rest on a catwalk. He jumped to his feet and gazed around in panic at a boiler room, its pipes spewing steam. Freddy stepped out of the shadows and approached Carlos from behind, laughing as he swung Carlos\u2019 hearing aid in sinister delight. Carlos couldn\u2019t hear him. \u201cGive me my hearing back!\u201d Freddy snuck up on Carlos and jammed the hearing aid into his ear. His hearing returned\u2014but something was wrong. Carlos whirled around and saw Freddy grinning as he held one blade to his lips. \u201cShhh!\u201d Freddy said. Then he produced a pin and dropped it. Carlos winced in pain. He could hear the pin whistle loudly as it fell. Realizing his hearing aid was super-sensitive, he dove and caught the pin before it struck the ground. Relieved, Carlos tried to remove the hearing aid. But it wouldn\u2019t budge. Then he looked up at Freddy. Freddy was grinning, holding in the palm of his hand hundreds of pins. He laughed\u2014and dropped the pins to the floor. When they landed, they made ear-splitting booming sounds. Carlos clutched his head and writhed in pain. It felt like his head was about to explode. \u201cMake it stop!\u201d he cried. Freddy produced a small blackboard out of thin air. All sound stopped. He raised his glove and positioned the blades against the blackboard. Then he scraped one blade against its surface. It emitted a terrible short screech. Carlos shook his head, pleading with Freddy. But Freddy smiled horribly and nodded. He scraped his glove against the blackboard with enormous joy and ferocity. Carlos screamed as the noise boomed in his head. The painful pressure built and built&#8230; until his head finally exploded in a flash of blue light. The blue light streaked into Freddy\u2019s heaving chest. Freddy seemed to grow stronger. \u201cNice hearing from ya, Carlos,\u201d he said, laughing. \u201cEar today, gone tomorrow!\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-3\/\">Chapter 3<\/a> | <a href=\"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/freddys-dead-the-final-nightmare-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":[339,121],"class_list":["post-6007","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\/6007","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=6007"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6007\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6098,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6007\/revisions\/6098"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6007"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6007"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6007"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}