{"id":6075,"date":"1992-09-01T00:01:46","date_gmt":"1992-09-01T00:01:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/?p=6075"},"modified":"2012-08-02T01:23:59","modified_gmt":"2012-08-02T01:23:59","slug":"a-nightmare-on-elm-street-adaptation-excerpts-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/a-nightmare-on-elm-street-adaptation-excerpts-5\/","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>FIVE<\/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>That night, Nancy called Glen from her bedroom. \u201cHello?\u201d Glen said. \u201cHi,\u201d Nancy replied. \u201cOh, hi, how ya doing?\u201d Nancy looked through the bars of her window. \u201cFine. Stand by your window so I can see you.\u201d Glen moved into sight. \u201cI heard your ma went ape at the security store today. You look like the Prisoner of Zenda or something. How long\u2019s it been since you slept?\u201d \u201cComing up on the seventh day,\u201d Nancy said. \u201cIt\u2019s okay, I checked Guiness. The record\u2019s eleven, and I\u2019ll beat that if I have to. Listen, I&#8230; I know who he is.\u201d \u201cWho?\u201d \u201cThe killer.\u201d \u201cYou do?\u201d \u201cYeah,\u201d Nancy said. \u201cAnd if he gets me, I\u2019m pretty sure you\u2019re next.\u201d \u201cMe?\u201d Glen said with alarm. \u201cWhy would anyone want to kill me?\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t ask\u2014just give me some help nailing this guy when I bring him out.\u201d \u201cBring him out of what?\u201d \u201cMy dream.\u201d \u201cHow do you plan to do that?\u201d \u201cJust like I did the hat. Have a hold of the sucker when you wake me up.\u201d \u201cMe?\u201d Glen said. \u201cWait a minute, you can\u2019t bring someone out of a dream!\u201d \u201cIf I can\u2019t,\u201d Nancy said, \u201cthen you can all relax, because it\u2019ll just be a simple case of me being nuts.\u201d \u201cI can save you the trouble. You\u2019re nutty as a fruitcake. I love you anyway.\u201d \u201cGood, then you won\u2019t mind trashing this guy when I bring him out.\u201d \u201cWhat?\u201d Glen said. \u201cYou heard me. I grab him in my dream\u2014you see me struggling so you wake me up. We both come out, you cold-cock him and we got him. Clever, huh?\u201d \u201cAre you crazy? Hit him with what?\u201d \u201cYou\u2019re a jock. You must have a baseball bat or something. I\u2019ll give you a call just before midnight. Whatever you do, don\u2019t fall asleep!\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Ten minutes to midnight. Glen was in his room waiting for Nancy\u2019s call. So far, nothing. He looked out his window. Nancy\u2019s house was dark. No sign of her. Glen shrugged then plopped on his bed. Then he put his earphones on and listened to some music.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Across the street, Nancy bit her lip as she dialed the phone. Glen\u2019s father answered. \u201cMay I speak with Glen, please?\u201d \u201cGlen\u2019s asleep,\u201d he replied curtly. \u201cTalk to him tomorrow.\u201d Then he hung up the phone. Nancy dialed again. This time she got a busy signal. She slammed the phone down in frustration and looked out the window. \u201cGlen,\u201d she said, \u201cdon\u2019t fall asleep!\u201d Nancy sat on the bed and yawned. Then the telephone rang. She snatched it up. \u201cGlen?\u201d she said. All she could hear was the sound of scraping metal. Nancy slammed the phone down as if it were diseased. Then in pure rage, she ripped the cord from the wall. The telephone rang again! Nancy shook so hard she could barely life the receiver. Her teeth chattered as she lifted the receiver. <\/p>\n<p>\u201cHello?\u201d she said feebly. \u201cI\u2019m your boyfriend now,\u201d the ragged voice said. Nancy smashed the phone against the wall. She pinched herself hard, until the tears came and her flesh was nearly bleeding. \u201cI\u2019m awake, I  am  awake!\u201d she said. \u201cThis is not a dream!\u201d Then she stopped, realizing what Krueger meant. \u201cMy boyfriend!\u201d Nancy raced down the stairs and across the darkened living room to the front door. She fumbled with the lock, then realized the deadbolt was locked from the inside\u2014and there was no key in it! Nancy raced to a porch window and threw it open, shaking and banging on the bars like a mad woman. But it was no use. The bars wouldn\u2019t budge. Nancy staggered back, stymied and furious. Then somebody moved behind her in the dark. \u201cLocked,\u201d the voice said. Nancy jumped around in shock. Her mother was sitting on the couch with her gin bottle. Nancy was furious. \u201cGive me the key, mother.\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t even have it on me, so forget it,\u201d Marge said. Nancy ran past her mother to the back door, then to every window in the house, slamming locks, shaking bars and screaming in a teenage fury. But it was no use. The house was her prison. \u201cPaid the guy good to make sure you stayed put,\u201d Marge said. \u201cYou ain\u2019t goin\u2019 nowhere, kid. You\u2019re gonna sleep tonight if it kills me.\u201d Nancy clenched her fists and screamed at the top of her lungs\u2014a heart-wrenching cry of love in despair. \u201cGLEEENNNN!\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>With the earphones still in place, Glen was sprawled on his bed, lying on a red and green bedspread. Nancy\u2019s cries filtered into the room, but Glen was breathing deeply and slowly, and he began to snore. With a tremendous force, two powerful arms shot up beneath the bedspread and grabbed Glen around the waist. Then his body was dragged down into the bed. Glen\u2019s feet and arms shot up, but another powerful yank pulled him down. His hands clawed for a hold, but soon they vanished, dragging blankets and bedsheets, wires and stereo across the caved-in bed and into the abyss.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Feeling numb, Nancy stood at her window as the wail of a siren shattered the night on Elm Street. An ambulance screeched to a halt outside Glen\u2019s home. Two black and white police cars followed. So too did an unmarked car, Thompson and Parker exited the unmarked car. Thompson glanced at his former home. Nancy gave a little wave. Thompson waved back, then walked rapidly to Glen\u2019s house. Glen\u2019s father, pale as a ghost, waited on the porch. Glen\u2019s mother was wailing inside. Nancy pulled the window shade on it all, then looked at her bed. \u201cOkay, Krueger,\u201d she said in anger, \u201cwe play in your court.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Nancy went into the kitchen and picked up the phone. She dialed Glen\u2019s number. Parker answered the phone. \u201cThis is Nancy,\u201d she said. \u201cI want to speak with my Daddy. It\u2019s urgent.\u201d There was a pause. Then Thompson took the phone. \u201cHello, Nancy,\u201d he said grimly. \u201cHi, Daddy. I know what happened.\u201d \u201cThen you know more than I do.\u201d \u201cYou know he\u2019s dead though, right?\u201d Another pause. \u201cYeah, apparently he\u2019s dead.\u201d A tear trickled down Nancy\u2019s cheek, but her voice remained firm. \u201cI\u2019ve got a proposition for you. Listen very carefully, please. I\u2019m gonna go get the guy who did it and bring him to you. I just need you to be right there to arrest him. Okay?\u201d \u201cJust tell me who did it and I\u2019ll go get him, baby.\u201d \u201cFred Krueger did it, Daddy, and only I can get him. It\u2019s my nightmare he comes to.\u201d \u201cWhere\u2019d you hear about Krueger?\u201d he asked. \u201cI want you to come over here and break the door down in exactly twenty minutes from now\u2014can you do that?\u201d \u201cSure, but\u2014\u201d \u201cThat\u2019ll be exactly half-past midnight. Time for me to fall asleep and find him.\u201d \u201cSure, sure, honey. You just do that\u2014get yourself some sleep. That\u2019s what I\u2019ve been saying all along.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Nancy hung up the phone and sank against the wall. She was frightened\u2014but she was determined to stop Krueger once and for all! With her survival book in hand, Nancy descended the stairs to the cellar. She pulled tools and hardware out with grim resolution: hammer, nails, spools of wire, an old square of heavy fishnetting, some old shotgun shells, a Lifesaver, and a file. She only had to look at the book once. Barely able to control her shaking hands, Nancy strung the spool of wire across the living room. She wrapped bare lamp wire around two thumbtacks stuck into the sides of a clothespin. She inserted the Lifesaver between the prongs of the clothespin. One end of the fishing line was tied to the Lifesaver. It was stretched taught about three inches off the living room carpet. Nancy took a lightbulb and filed a hole in it. She poured powder and shot from the shotgun shells into the bulb, then sealed it with tape. Nancy screwed the bulb into the floor lamp at the foot of the stairs. Walking upstairs, Nancy installed a sturdy sliding bolt to the outside of her bedroom door. Then she screwed a hinge into the wall directly above her door. Finally, Nancy tiptoed to her mother\u2019s door and peeked in. Marge was propped in her bed looking back at Nancy. Marge was drunk.<br \/>\n\u201cGuess I shouldn\u2019t a done it,\u201d Marge said.<br \/>\n\u201cJust sleep now, Mom.\u201d<br \/>\n\u201cJust wanted to protect you, Nan. Just wanted to protect you.\u201d<br \/>\nMarge slid over on her side. Nancy smoothed her mother\u2019s hair, covered her with a blanket, then left the room. Once in her bedroom, Nancy turned out her bedside light, put on her nightgown, and knelt by her bed to say a prayer. Then she climbed into bed and pulled the blankets to her chin. She stared up at the ceiling for a long moment, then closed her eyes.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Lieutenant Thompson trudged down the stairs and confronted Glen\u2019s father. \u201cI know it\u2019s hard to think at a time like this, Walter, but can you think of anyone who could\u2019ve done such a thing?\u201d Walter stared blankly. \u201cHe done it,\u201d he said in a low, dull voice. Thompson looked baffled. \u201cWho? Who did what?\u201d \u201cKrueger,\u201d Walter said. \u201cKrueger?\u201d Thompson shouted in disbelief. Walter flashed a strange look. \u201cHad to\u2019ve done it. No one else was in there.\u201d Then he looked down. \u201cMaybe God\u2019s punishing us all.\u201d Suddenly, a voice called out from upstairs. \u201cLieutenant Thompson? The coroner wants to show you something.\u201d Thompson looked at Walter, then dashed upstairs.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Nancy descended the cellar stairs and stopped in the center of the room. She could hear the distant sound of the boiler room, faint but unmistakable. She walked to a new door, opened it and looked down a set of steel stairs, firelight on her glum face. The sound of the boiler room was clear. Nancy descended the stairs. She could hear the sound of knives from a lower level. She continued downward. Each stairway was narrower, each level was wetter, darker, and more airless. Soon she was gasping for air, but still she pushed on.<\/p>\n<p>Nancy didn\u2019t stop until she reached the very bottom\u2014a wet, firelit sump deep in the bowels of the boiler room. A dark wind soughed and whined like a huge dying dog. She turned and suddenly listened. Then, hearing nothing, she looked down and saw Glen\u2019s earphones. She gazed around. \u201cCome out and show yourself, you creep,\u201d she said softly. Just then, the sinister figure of Freddy Krueger lurched up behind her. He was even more hideous hatless, his ragged teeth barred, the great spider of razorblades flashing from his fingertips. Krueger leaped at Nancy, but she leaped away just as fast\u2014a fierce jump that sent her out over a black space and down a huge, dark cavern.<\/p>\n<p>Suddenly, Nancy crashed out of the night and into a hedge just outside her front door. She staggered for the front door\u2014but a moment later, Krueger crashed on top of her! Nancy struggled to her knees just as Krueger lunged at her with the handful of blades. But instead of running, Nancy ducked and seized Krueger in a desperate bear-hug. The surprise move sent Krueger pitching backward, and they fell into the jumble of torn-down trellis roses beneath her bedroom window. Just then, Nancy heard the jarring, deafening ringing of her alarm clock. In the next instant, Nancy sprawled out of her bed onto the floor, twisting from the jabs of the vanished thorns. Gasping, she took a second to get her bearings. Then she snatched up the net, ready for an assault from any direction. But the room was empty.<\/p>\n<p>Hardly able to catch her breath, her hair tangled, her nightgown torn, Nancy dropped the net. She sat on the bed, turned on the bedside lamp, and reexamined her room. No one there but herself. \u201cI\u2019m crazy after all,\u201d she muttered. At that very instant, Freddy Krueger leaped from the far side of the bed with an explosive shout of rage. He lunged across the bed for her. Nancy pitched back and scrambled for the window. But the bars prevented her escape. Incredibly fast, Krueger regained his feet and leaped again. Nancy flung open the door and dived through\u2014only to rebound off someone on the other side. Knocked flying by Nancy\u2019s charge, Marge hit the floor hard. Nancy jumped over her mother, slammed her bedroom door, and locked the new bolt. Then she gingerly tied a string to the doorknob\u2014a string that trailed down from the ceiling and attached to a hinge above the door. When she was finished, Nancy dragged her mother to the next bedroom as fast as she could. She slammed the door and locked it as Krueger began splintering her bedroom door. It did not take long for Krueger to break the bolt. Once he did, he ripped open the door. But in doing so, he pulled the string attached to the doorknob with terrific force. The string jerked against a single-edged razor. It cut a tight wind of cord holding a twenty pound sledge hammer to the ceiling. The sledge hammer fell free, pivoting on the hinge at the far end of its handle. The hammer drove straight into Krueger\u2019s chest with a terrific blow. He catapulted backward with an incredulous shriek.<\/p>\n<p>Despite his agony, Krueger clawed his way up, lurching forward like an enraged bull. He roared down the hallway\u2014only to strike the length of wire strung across the hall, catching it just above the thigh. Krueger cart-wheeled head-over-heels and landed flat on his back. Enraged, Freddy crashed against Marge\u2019s bedroom door with a terrific force. Then he started smashing the door with his fists. Nancy jerked open the bedroom window and jammed her face to the bars. \u201cHelp!\u201d she cried. \u201cHey, Daddy\u2014I got him trapped! Where are you?\u201d Parker, assigned to guard Glen\u2019s house, saw Nancy pounding on the bars. \u201cEverything\u2019s gonna be all right!\u201d he shouted. \u201cEverything\u2019s under control.\u201d Nancy was livid. \u201cGet my father, you creep!\u201d Suddenly, she heard the bedroom door splinter. Nancy whirled around and saw Krueger bull in. Her eyes flew open. She was trapped against the bars and had nowhere to go. Krueger bunched his knives in a single thick blade and rushed her. Nancy screamed for her life. But then Marge intercepted Krueger and grasped his weapon hand. \u201cNancy,\u201d she cried, \u201crun!\u201d Nancy turned to the window. \u201cDaddy, where are you?\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-adaptation-excerpts-4\/\">Chapter 4<\/a> | <a href=\"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/a-nightmare-on-elm-street-adaptation-excerpts-6\/\">Chapter 6<\/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 FIVE<\/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-6075","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\/6075","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=6075"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6075\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6228,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6075\/revisions\/6228"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6075"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6075"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6075"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}