{"id":6096,"date":"1992-09-01T00:01:33","date_gmt":"1992-09-01T00:01:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/?p=6096"},"modified":"2012-08-03T04:00:16","modified_gmt":"2012-08-03T04:00:16","slug":"freddys-dead-the-final-nightmare-adaptation-excerpts-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/freddys-dead-the-final-nightmare-adaptation-excerpts-5\/","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>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>Tracy entered the bedroom, but Carlos was gone. She found his hearing aid on the floor, stared at it momentarily, then shoved it in her pocket before heading down the stairs. Tracy returned to the living room where Spencer was slumped on a rotted couch. He was barely awake as he stared glassy-eyed at a smashed television. \u201cI can\u2019t find Carlos,\u201d Tracy said to him. Spencer\u2019s eyes began fluttering. \u201cYou see what\u2019s on TV?\u201d Tracy scoffed in frustration. \u201cI\u2019m taking the van to look for him.\u201d Then she stalked away. Spencer kept his fluttering eyes on the television. Dozens of desperate teen faces pressed against the inside of the tube. Carlos appeared in the background. \u201cGet out!\u201d they screamed at Spencer. \u201cRun! Leave now!\u201d Spencer just smiled. \u201cCarlos, man,\u201d he said lazily, \u201cwe were just looking for you.\u201d Then he fell asleep. <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Maggie and John entered the orphanage, peeling paint and broken toys marking the entrance. They walked through corridors lined with empty rooms and faded wallpaper. \u201cWe shouldn\u2019t have come here,\u201d Maggie said. \u201cWe\u2019re supposed to be finding out about you, not some dead killer\u2019s child.\u201d \u201cYou might be talking about the same thing,\u201d John said. Maggie frowned. \u201cLook, this entire town is obsessing over this Krueger character. That doesn\u2019t mean you have to join them.\u201d \u201cWhy else would they be afraid of me? Why else would I still be alive, when all the others are dead? And why else would I have been doing the research?\u201d <\/p>\n<p>Before Maggie could answer, they heard a voice in a room at the corridor\u2019s end. As they drew closer, they could tell it was a woman\u2019s voice. She was singing to some tinny music. Maggie and John peered into the room. They saw a slender elderly woman with scraggly hair and a faded old dress standing in the middle of an empty room. She conducted the imaginary class as a beat up old phonograph piped out some nursery music. \u201cKeep up, Jeffrey,\u201d the woman called out. \u201cMartha, no running. Everyone hold hands.\u201d Then she noticed Maggie and John. \u201cOh, you\u2019ve come back. How nice.\u201d \u201cDo you remember me?\u201d John asked. \u201cOf course I do, my boy. I remember every one of my children.\u201d She turned to Maggie. \u201cEspecially you. What a pretty little girl you were.\u201d Maggie\u2019s eyes widened. \u201cAnd I remember you, and you, and you,\u201d the woman said, pointing to the air. \u201cDo you remember the Krueger child?\u201d John said. \u201cI remember all my children.\u201d \u201cWho was it?\u201d John asked desperately. The woman hesitated. \u201cWe\u2019re not permitted to disclose a child\u2019s real identity.\u201d Then she turned to the imaginary class. Maggie wandered to the corner of the room. She knelt down and stared at something on the floor. \u201cJohn!\u201d she called out.<\/p>\n<p>John rushed over and looked down at the stick figures on the crudely drawn family portrait. The daddy was in a red and green sweater. A childish signature read: K. KRUEGER. \u201cIt could mean anything from Kevin to Kyle.\u201d \u201cAll this means is there was a child here with that name,\u201d Maggie said. \u201cIt\u2019s me,\u201d John said in panic. \u201cI\u2019m his kid and that\u2019s why I\u2019m still alive. He\u2019s playing some sick game with me.\u201d \u201cHe is dead,\u201d Maggie stated. \u201cAnd you are not his child.\u201d \u201cHow do you know? That woman remembered me.\u201d \u201cThat woman also remembered me, and about fifty other imaginary playmates. Let\u2019s get out of here. This whole town needs a squadron of psychiatrists.\u201d Maggie and John left the orphanage. But as they descended the front steps, the van pulled up. \u201cI can\u2019t believe I found you!\u201d Tracy said. \u201cWhat are you still doing here?\u201d Maggie said. \u201cI can\u2019t find Carlos. We tried to leave but we kept getting lost and now I can\u2019t find Carlos. And he doesn\u2019t even have his hearing aid!\u201d \u201cWhere\u2019s Spencer?\u201d \u201cBack at this old house we found.\u201d John\u2019s eyes widened. \u201cC\u2019mon. We have to get to him before Freddy does!\u201d  <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Spencer was lying on the couch, the glow from the TV illuminating his face. His half-lidded eyes started to move as he responded to the serious-looking teen doing a public service commercial. The teen stood over a stove, frying pan in hand. The pan was full of crackling oil. \u201cOkay, one more time. This is your brain.\u201d The teen held up a pair of eggs and dropped them into the pan. They immediately began to fry. \u201cAnd this is your brain on drugs. Any questions?\u201d Suddenly, a frying pan rapped the teen on the head. He dropped from view, replaced by Freddy Krueger\u2019s ugly face. \u201cYeah,\u201d Freddy responded, \u201cwhat are you on? It looks like a frying pan and some eggs to me! Hey Spencer, let\u2019s trip out!\u201d Spencer stared at the screen in amazement. Suddenly, the TV screen became a kaleidoscope of swirling colors. Spencer got up and walked to the screen to get a better look. \u201cCool,\u201d he said, leaning in. Just then, the TV stretched forward and pulled in Spencer. \u201cGame time!\u201d Freddy\u2019s voice echoed.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Maggie, Tracy and John burst into the Elm Street house and rushed into the living room. \u201cNow Spencer\u2019s gone!\u201d Tracy said. John paused, sensing something in the air. \u201cHe must have fallen asleep.\u201d \u201cI\u2019ll look downstairs,\u201d Maggie said. \u201cYou two look here and upstairs.\u201d \u201cThey\u2019re not here anymore,\u201d John insisted. Maggie rolled her eyes. \u201cJust humor me and look\u2014now!\u201d \u201cWhat\u2019s he talking about?\u201d Tracy said to Maggie. \u201cNothing, just go.\u201d Maggie rushed down the basement stairs. A rumbling sound attracted her attention to a walled-up section of the basement. The cement wall had cracks in it and seemed loose. <\/p>\n<p>Suddenly, she heard a scraping sound behind the wall. \u201cCarlos? Spencer?\u201d The scraping continued. Maggie spotted a piece of twine on the floor, embedded in the cement. As she pulled it, the twine moved up and around the cement wall, outlining a doorway. The cement fell away, revealing a hidden room. Maggie peered inside. Dozens of articles recounting Freddy\u2019s infamous rampage lined the walls. Several early models of Freddy\u2019s glove were scattered about. Her eyes widened. \u201cThis was Krueger\u2019s house?\u201d Maggie noticed steps leading up to a cellar door. She headed for them. Maggie came up through the cellar doors and entered a backyard garden. A tall wood fence rimmed the yard. As Maggie looked around, she saw the water tower beyond the fence. <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Spencer found himself in a colorful, fast-moving video game. He was navigating a sheer brick wall as objects rolled toward him, trying to make him fall. Freddy sat in front of the TV in his boiler room, a wired control device with a joystick in his hand. \u201cNow I\u2019m playing with power!\u201d he said, laughing maniacally. Freddy pressed the button marked JUMP. Spencer involuntarily jumped over the advancing objects and fell off the wall, landing in a subterranean landscape of pipe and concrete bunkers. Spencer turned and faced a new menace\u2014a computer version of his dad, complete with tennis shorts and a racquet. \u201cDad?\u201d he said in confusion. The computer dad started whacking at Spencer with the tennis racquet. \u201cBe a man, be a man, be a man!\u201d he droned. Freddy laughed horribly. \u201cFather knows best!\u201d Then he pressed the TURBO button. The computer dad sped up and kept whacking Spencer. \u201cBe like me, be like me, be like me!\u201d he cried. Spencer grabbed the racquet and pounded the computer dad over the head, collapsing his cartoon body. \u201cBe like ME!\u201d a deeper voice said from behind. Spencer whirled around and saw a bigger computer dad with a bigger racquet approaching. Suddenly, Spencer\u2019s arms extended involuntarily. Fireballs shot from his fists. The computer dad exploded in a bright burst of energy. Just then, Spencer found himself punching wildly through a maze of brick walls. He couldn\u2019t stop. \u201cGreat graphics!\u201d Freddy cried, twisting the joystick.<\/p>\n<p>Spencer flew through a video game wall and crashed into the Elm Street house dining room, landing on the table. \u201cI found Spencer!\u201d John shouted. Maggie and Tracy rushed into the room. Lying on the table, Spencer convulsed in his sleep. His arms flailed about as if something heavy were on top of him. Black and blue bruises appeared all over Spencer\u2019s body. Inside the video game, a cartoon version of Freddy was stomping on Spencer with jerky movements. \u201cWhat\u2019s happening to him?\u201d Maggie cried. \u201cHe\u2019s stuck in a nightmare!\u201d John shouted. \u201cWell wake him up!\u201d Maggie said. \u201cI tried,\u201d John said. \u201cFreddy\u2019s got him!\u201d \u201cFreddy?\u201d Tracy said, wide-eyed. \u201cThen what you said is true\u2014he\u2019s real! \u201cWe have to get him out!\u201d Maggie said. \u201cI\u2019ll go into his dream, try and bring him out before he gets killed.\u201d John said. \u201cThat\u2019s crazy,\u201d Maggie stated. Suddenly, Spencer\u2019s body flew up and hit the ceiling. It remained there for a moment before crashing on the table. \u201cWhat do you call that?\u201d John said to Maggie. \u201cRational?\u201d Spencer\u2019s body jumped up and began bouncing around the house, punching holes in the walls at super speed. Maggie chased after him. \u201cHe\u2019s getting trashed!\u201d Tracy said. \u201cI have to go in,\u201d John said. \u201cWhat about Freddy?\u201d \u201cFreddy won\u2019t hurt me. I\u2019m family.\u201d He headed for a corner. \u201cHow do you plan to go in?\u201d Tracy asked. John grabbed a loose piece of wood and handed it to Tracy. \u201cI\u2019m too torqued-up to sleep. You\u2019ll have to put me under.\u201d Tracy looked at the piece of wood, then at John. \u201cWhat?\u201d \u201cPut me under\u2014now!\u201d \u201cWait. Doc taught me an easier way.\u201d \u201cThere\u2019s no time to talk. Just do it!\u201d John slapped her in the face. Enraged, Tracy acted instinctively, hitting John on the head with the piece of wood. John tumbled onto the dining room table, unconscious. <\/p>\n<p>In his dream, he crashed through a boiler, landing hard on the catwalk. He sat up and held his head. Just then, Tracy floated softly down and landed next to him. \u201cI told you I knew an easier way. Concentration meditation, just like Doc said.\u201d John was about to reply when he heard Freddy\u2019s insane laughter. They traced it to another part of the boiler room where they saw Freddy sitting in front of a TV, playing the Spencer video game. On the screen, the cartoon Freddy was pounding Spencer. Tracy raced toward Freddy and kicked the control out of his hand. Then she ripped the cord from the TV. The video-Freddy went limp, allowing Spencer to start smashing it. Freddy whipped out his glove. It turned into a power glove. He laughed. \u201cForgot the remote!\u201d Then he made a few abrupt, jerking moves on the glove. The video-Freddy began banging away at Spencer. Then it delivered a final punch that sent Spencer flying off the screen. Suddenly, the TV exploded in a shower of sparks. \u201cHey!\u201d Freddy exclaimed. \u201cI beat my high score!\u201d Spencer\u2019s body bounced down the stairs of the Elm Street house. The rug peeled back at the bottom of the stairs, revealing rotten wood planks. Maggie watched helplessly as Spencer bounced through the planks and into the awaiting pit. \u201cSpencer!\u201d she cried. Maggie leaned over the pit\u2019s edge and was greeted by an upsurge of blue light. As the blue light hit Freddy\u2019s body, he seemed to grow a little bigger. \u201cOh yeah,\u201d he said with delight to John and Tracy, \u201cit\u2019s good to be back in business.\u201d Then he looked at John. \u201cThanks to you!\u201d \u201cShut up!\u201d Tracy said. Freddy grinned as Tracy began fading away. When she woke, she found Maggie shaking her by the shoulders. \u201cSpencer\u2019s gone!\u201d Maggie said tearfully. \u201cI couldn\u2019t stop it!\u201d Tracy reached up and grabbed her. \u201cJohn\u2019s still in there!\u201d Maggie looked at John\u2019s trembling body. \u201cI can\u2019t wake him up!\u201d \u201cWhat are we going to do?\u201d Tracy cried. Maggie composed herself. \u201cWe\u2019re going to pick him up, and then we\u2019re getting out of here!\u201d Maggie and Tracy dragged John into the back of the van. Then, with Maggie driving, the van raced toward the town border.<\/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-4\/\">Chapter 4<\/a> | <a href=\"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/freddys-dead-the-final-nightmare-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":[339,121],"class_list":["post-6096","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\/6096","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=6096"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6096\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6289,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6096\/revisions\/6289"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6096"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6096"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6096"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}