{"id":6249,"date":"1992-09-01T00:01:27","date_gmt":"1992-09-01T00:01:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/?p=6249"},"modified":"2012-08-02T02:16:54","modified_gmt":"2012-08-02T02:16:54","slug":"a-nightmare-on-elm-street-3-dream-warriors-adaptation-excerpts-7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/a-nightmare-on-elm-street-3-dream-warriors-adaptation-excerpts-7\/","title":{"rendered":"A Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors \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\/1562391585?ie=UTF8&#038;tag=thenightmaone-20&#038;linkCode=xm2&#038;camp=1789&#038;creativeASIN=1562391585\" target=\"_blank\">Order<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n<p style=\"clear:left;\">\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>SEVEN<\/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>Gordon drove Mr. Thompson\u2019s Nissan to a vast auto junkyard on the outskirts of town. Towering stacks of gutted cars glittered in the moonlight like the crusty bones of a dinosaur graveyard. It was an awesome, twisting maze. Gordon pulled up to the gate. The headlight revealed a faded sign on the tall chain link fence: PENNY BROS. AUTO SALVAGE. \u201cIn there,\u201d Mr. Thompson said. \u201cCharlie Penny owns the place. We knew no one would ever find it. I\u2019m not even sure I can find it again.\u201d \u201cHow do we get in?\u201d Gordon asked. \u201cThey used to keep a spare key.\u201d Mr. Thompson stepped out and crossed the wood slat structure that served as the junkyard\u2019s office. He reached under the porch, then stepped into the headlight beams and unlocked the rusted padlock. He turned, motioning to Gordon to bring the truck through. Gordon pulled the truck in and stopped at the mouth of the maze. Mr. Thompson secured the gate and returned to the truck. \u201cAll right. It\u2019s deep in the heart of this place. Take it slow.\u201d Gordon eased on the gas and the truck began the slow journey.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Nancy closed the door of the Group Therapy Room and turned to the teens. They looked to her, waiting. \u201cOkay, straight talk only in here,\u201d she said. \u201cWhat about Kristen?\u201d Taryn said. \u201cWe can\u2019t get to her,\u201d Nancy stated. \u201cI\u2019ve tried.\u201d She dimmed the lights and stepped to the pendulum device. \u201cI was hoping we\u2019d have more time to learn to use the dreams, but Joey\u2019s in there. And Kristen\u2019s going in with or without us. They need us.\u201d \u201cYou mean we\u2019re gonna try to go in with her?\u201d Will said. \u201cTo link up?\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s now or never,\u201d Nancy said. \u201cI won\u2019t kid you. This is as dangerous as it gets. If you die in the dream, it\u2019s for real. Nobody has to go in that doesn\u2019t want to.\u201d The group fell silent. Their faces reflected conflicting emotions. \u201cI\u2019m in,\u201d Will said. \u201cMe, too,\u201d Taryn said. \u201cLet\u2019s go kick that creep all over dreamland,\u201d Kincaid added. Nancy turned the pendulum on and sat with the group. \u201cNow remember,\u201d she said, \u201cwhatever happens, stay together. That\u2019s the only way we can beat him.\u201d The group stared intensely at the pendulum. \u201cClear your minds of everything.\u201d Nancy said softly. One by one, the group fell into a trance.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Gordon pulled the Nissan slowly around a tight corner and stopped in a small clearing deep in the labyrinth of stacked autos. He and Mr. Thompson got out, the weak headlights illuminating the towering heaps of rusted metal surrounding them. Thompson peered around, then pointed. \u201cThat\u2019s it. The Caddy.\u201d The rear end of a ravaged \u201959 Cadillac stuck out from beneath a huge stack of automotive carcasses, its rusted tailfins jutting like the spines of a prehistoric beast.<\/p>\n<p>Gordon crossed to the car and ran his hand over the corroded surface of the trunk. He tried to lift it, but it was locked tight. Mr. Thompson glanced at the Nissan, then gazed nervously into the darkness. Gordon found a rusted tire iron and jammed it under the trunk lid. Then he leaned his head closer to the trunk as he strained against the tire iron. Suddenly, the lock exploded in a cloud of dust. Gordon gazed at an ancient, crusty burlap sack lying in the shadows of the trunk. Then he saw Mr. Thompson getting into the Nissan. \u201cGoing somewhere?\u201d he said. \u201cI showed you where the damn thing was. I didn\u2019t say I\u2019d stick around.\u201d Gordon tossed Mr. Thompson a shovel. \u201cWe\u2019ve got work to do.\u201d \u201cWhat are you talking about?\u201d Mr. Thompson said. \u201cYou\u2019re about to attend a funeral\u2014one that\u2019s long overdue.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>In the Quiet Room, Kristen slumped in the corner. There was no more fight in her and she began fading. \u201cN-Nancy,\u201d she whispered. Then Kristen\u2019s eyes fluttered open. Nancy and the others were in the Quiet Room with her. Kristen looked around, crying with joy that her friends were with her. She hugged them in turn\u2014a sweet, tearful reunion. \u201cI knew you\u2019d come,\u201d she said. \u201cYou didn\u2019t think we\u2019d let you go alone?\u201d Nancy said. \u201cNo way,\u201d Kincaid said. \u201cWe\u2019re a team.\u201d Kristen wiped her tears. \u201cJoey needs us. I can feel him.\u201d \u201cHow do we find him, Kristen?\u201d Nancy asked. Suddenly, four huge razors slashed through a padded wall as if it were canvas. Shreds of cotton padding filled the air. Everybody moved to the center of the room. \u201cWhatever happens, stay together!\u201d Nancy shouted. Cotton padding billowed through the air as the razors slashed through the walls again and again. The Quiet Room became a white void of ripping and slashing\u2014a vicious blizzard of whirling padding.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHold hands!\u201d Nancy cried, shielding her eyes. \u201cFind each other!\u201d Screaming and panicking, Kristen spun around, lost in the blizzard. \u201cNancy!\u201d Then the blizzard of cotton padding dissipated. Kristen looked up as if waking from a dream. She found herself sitting at the drafting table in her bedroom at home. The crude paper mache Elm Street House model was in front of her, still under construction. Nothing has changed. She\u2019s still home, safe. She began wondering if it all had been just a bad dream. Kristen\u2019s mother entered the room. She was wearing a beautiful evening gown. \u201cWhat are you still doing up?\u201d she said. \u201cIt\u2019s past one.\u201d \u201cI thought I\u2019d wait for you,\u201d Kristen said. \u201cWell, I\u2019m home now, so you can go right to sleep. C\u2019mon, angel.\u201d Elaine turned down the covers. Kristen crawled into bed and threw her arm around her mother\u2019s neck in a spontaneous hug. \u201cWhat\u2019s that for?\u201d Elaine said with laughter. \u201cI\u2019m just glad you\u2019re home.\u201d Elaine gave her a kiss and tucked her in. Then she went to the door and reached for the light switch. \u201cMom?\u201d Kristen said. \u201cWhat?\u201d \u201cI had such an awful dream.\u201d \u201cElaine?\u201d a man\u2019s voice said from downstairs. \u201cWhere do you keep the bourbon?\u201d \u201cI\u2019ll be right down,\u201d she called out before looking at Kristen. \u201cKris, I\u2019ve got a guest.\u201d \u201cCan we talk? Just for a minute?\u201d \u201cCan\u2019t it wait till morning?\u201d \u201cPlease, Mom. I just don\u2019t want to be alone.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>Suddenly, Elaine disappeared. Freddy stood in the doorway, wearing immaculate formal wear. \u201cYou should listen to your mother, Kristen.\u201d Freddy lunged at her. But Kristen rolled out of bed. She bolted from the room and ran down a dark, filthy corridor. When she turned around, she saw Freddy standing there, grinning horribly, his fingerknives raised menacingly. Kristen screamed and hurtled out a window in an explosion of glass. Suddenly, she found herself falling through a skylight in the living room. She dropped to the floor, bruised and battered. Then she gazed around, lost and alone. \u201cNancy!\u201d she called out. \u201cKristen?\u201d Nancy\u2019s faint voice replied. Kristen turned a corner and saw Thompson at the end of the hallway. \u201cNancy!\u201d They rushed toward each other\u2014but stopped as they heard a strange crunching sound. \u201cWhat\u2019s that?\u201d Kristen said. \u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d Nancy replied. The sound came again\u2014a horrible cracking and snapping. The wall began to bulge. Something was trying to press through to cut them off from each other. Nancy and Kristen backed away warily.<\/p>\n<p>Suddenly, there was an explosion of wood and plaster. Kincaid stepped through. \u201cYo. I thought I heard voices.\u201d Nancy and Kristen yelled with delight. Kristen threw her arms around him. \u201cKincaid, I could kiss you!\u201d \u201cWhat\u2019s stopping you?\u201d he said. Kristen gave him a chaste but sincere kiss on the cheek. Kincaid grinned. \u201cCool. So where\u2019s Joey?\u201d I don\u2019t know,\u201d Kristen said. \u201cIt\u2019s like a maze in here.\u201d \u201cThen it\u2019s time to stop guessin\u2019 and start messin\u2019.\u201d Then he raised his voice. \u201cFreddy, where you hiding? You\u2019re hot stuff with a little mute kid. Let\u2019s see you take a piece of me!\u201d Instantly, the lights flickered and dimmed. Then they heard a deep, reverberating groan of metal. As they peered down the hall, two huge, rusty boiler room doors slowly opened, revealing a staircase. Orange light flickered below. Nancy, Kristen, and Kincaid approached the doors and slowly descended the stairs. They stopped before an immense gate. <\/p>\n<p>\u201cThis is it,\u201d Nancy said. \u201cAre you ready?\u201d Kristen and Kincaid nodded. Nancy opened the gate, and they entered the boiler room, its air red with heat and haze. At the far end, Freddy was sitting on a throne of skulls and bones. Joey was nearby, suspended over a pit of flames. \u201cLook, Joey,\u201d Freddy said with a low, guttural chuckle, \u201csome of the little piggies have come home.\u201d Joey turned his terrified, pleading eyes to his friends. He opened his mouth in a mute, terrified scream. \u201cLet him go,\u201d Nancy said. Freddy grinned and nodded. \u201cYour wish is my command.\u201d The rope holding Joey\u2019s left wrist unraveled and he dropped precariously into the pit. Then the other ropes began loosening. Nancy lunged to the edge of the pit, reaching for Joey as Freddy laughed maniacally. She snatched Joey\u2019s wrist and hung on. Enraged, Kincaid grabbed Nancy by the belt and hauled them both out of the pit. Then he ripped a six-foot section of pipe from the wall and raced toward the throne. Swinging the pipe in a wide arc, Kincaid smashed Freddy across the back, driving him to his knees. Kincaid raised the pipe for a second blow, but Freddy leaped up with a roar and grabbed Kincaid, hauling him high over his head.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Back in the auto graveyard, Gordon lifted the burlap sack from the trunk of the \u201959 Cadillac. As he prepared to dig a grave, Gordon dropped the sack. Freddy\u2019s bones clattered.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Still holding Kincaid high in the air, Freddy flinched in pain. He looked up in fear, suddenly aware that somebody had disturbed his bones. But soon his fear was slowly replaced by an evil cunning grin. Then Freddy vanished. Kincaid found himself struggling and choking in mid-air. He then dropped to the ground, gasping for breath.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Gordon crawled from the shallow grave and threw the shovel aside. \u201cWhat was that?\u201d Mr. Thompson said, looking around. \u201cWhat?\u201d Gordon asked. \u201cListen.\u201d Gordon heard a faint sound of a car horn blaring on the night breeze\u2014a long, drawn-out wail. \u201cSomebody else is out here.\u201d \u201cNo,\u201d Mr. Thompson said, \u201cwe\u2019re alone.\u201d Another horn sounded\u2014closer to them. Then another. Gordon and Mr. Thompson gazed around in mounting fear as the stacks of long-dead autos slowly came to life around them. The wrecked cars began to vibrate and shudder as the broken headlights sputtered to life. Windshield wipers slapped madly back and forth, screeching across shattered glass. Horns blared. An exposed fan blade whirred like a buzzsaw.<\/p>\n<p>Mr. Thompson backed away, then turned and ran. But a stack of cars toppled before him, blocking off escape. \u201cThe whole place is coming to life,\u201d he said in a hoarse whisper.  Both men turned to look at the burlap sack. There was a slight stirring from within. Gordon rushed over and grabbed the sack to throw it into the grave. Suddenly, a skeletal hand wearing finger-razors tore through the rotted burlap and latched onto Gordon\u2019s wrist. The sack ripped open as Freddy\u2019s charred bones leaped to life\u2014a hideous shambling skeleton screaming in unearthly rage. \u201cIt\u2019s really you,\u201d Mr. Thompson said in disbelief. The skeleton turned and grinned hideously at Mr. Thompson. Mr. Thompson grabbed a piece of pipe and rushed the skeleton. \u201cI\u2019ll send you back to hell where you belong!\u201d The skeleton met Mr. Thompson\u2019s rush head-on, blocking the pipe and yanking Thompson off his feet. It hurled Thompson through the air with an incredible force. Mr. Thompson slammed into the \u201959 Cadillac. Then he tumbled to the ground. He didn\u2019t move.<\/p>\n<p>Gordon grabbed the shovel and swung at the skeleton. It ducked, then ripped the shovel from Gordon\u2019s hands and knocked him into the grave. The skeleton shrieked with unholy laughter and began shoveling the loose dirt onto Gordon. Suddenly, the skeleton tossed the shovel aside. Then it raised its arms into the air and let out a vicious howl. Freddy\u2019s skeleton collapsed in a heap. The skull fell over the edge of the grave and tumbled down, coming to rest beside Gordon\u2019s still form.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Nancy, Kristen, Kincaid, and Joey exited the boiler room, limping and battered. \u201cKristen,\u201d Nancy said, \u201ccan you pull us out?\u201d \u201cThey sedated me,\u201d Kristen replied. \u201cWe\u2019re stuck here till it wears off.\u201d They continued on, looking for Will and Taryn. They entered a room filled with manikins and ornate three-way mirrors. Suddenly, there was a wavering light in front of the mirror. Then Freddy materialized. An army of Freddies appeared in the three-way mirror. \u201cSorry to keep you waiting,\u201d he said. \u201cPerhaps if there were more of me to spread around.\u201d Freddy ran into the room, magically followed by rows of his reflections. The room was filled with dozens of Freddies. With a battle cry, Kincaid plowed the charging Freddies, bowling them over. Cringing, Joey cowered behind the manikins. More Freddies poured into the room. Nancy was backed into a corner, surrounded by a group of them. Shaking with emotion as his friends were overwhelmed, Joey opened his mouth and let out an incredible, deafening scream. \u201cNOOOOOOOOOO!\u201d Joey had found his dream power. Instantly, the mirrors were blown into glittering fragments, exploding in sequence through the room. Nancy, Kristen, and Kincaid covered their ears as the mirrors shattered around them. The real Freddy screamed as his mirror vibrated and warped\u2014then exploded.<\/p>\n<p>In complete silence, Nancy, Kristen, and Kincaid rose from the debris, shaken but alive. They stared at Joey in disbelief. \u201cWow,\u201d Joey said softly. \u201cDid I say that?\u201d \u201cYou sure did,\u201d Kincaid said happily. \u201cYou blew him away!\u201d Nancy embraced Kristen. \u201cIt\u2019s over,\u201d Nancy said tearfully. \u201cIt\u2019s over.\u201d Then she turned and saw her father floating toward her. \u201cDaddy?\u201d \u201cI\u2019ve crossed over, Princess,\u201d he said. \u201cCrossed over?\u201d \u201cBut I couldn\u2019t go until I told you how sorry I am for all the things I\u2019ve done. I love you so much. I\u2019ll always love you. Goodbye, princess.\u201d Nancy embraced her father one last time. \u201cI\u2019ll always love you, Dad\u2014\u201d Nancy\u2019s words were cut short. She looked up and saw her father\u2019s face disappear, replaced by Freddy\u2019s. He was wearing the glove, ready to strike. \u201cNeil!\u201d she cried in despair. But it was too late. Freddy whirled to face Kristen as Nancy slumped to the floor. \u201cYou\u2019re mine now, little piggy!\u201d Overcoming their shock, Kincaid and Joey ran toward Kristen. But a boiler door slammed in their faces, shutting them off from the rest of the room. Freddy loomed above Kristen. He raised his claw high, his finger-razors pointed down at her face. He grinned. Just then, Nancy burst up behind him and grabbed his wrist. \u201cYou can\u2019t have her!\u201d she shouted.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>In the auto graveyard, Gordon\u2019s eyes flew open as he heard Thompson\u2019s cries. \u201cNancy?\u201d Barely functioning, Gordon dragged himself from the grave and shoved the rest of Freddy\u2019s bones into the hole. Then he fumbled with the bottle of holy water, unscrewing it with his one good hand. \u201cPlease, God,\u201d he whispered hoarsely, \u201cFor the children. For Nancy.\u201d Gordon removed the cap and flicked a stream of holy water onto the bones.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Freddy pried his wrist from Nancy\u2019s grip and crawled after Kristen. Nancy desperately tried to hold him back, fighting every inch of the way. Suddenly, Freddy arched back and screamed. A pattern of holes ripped across his body. Bright shafts of light burst through. Freddy struggled to his feet and staggered back, riddled with glowing holes. The holes expanded, consuming Freddy as his screams echoed across the dreamscape. The shafts of light merged into one white hot ball\u2014then exploded. Freddy was gone. Kristen cradled Nancy in her arms. Nancy was drifting toward death. \u201cHe\u2019s gone,\u201d Kristen said. \u201cIt\u2019s over. Please don\u2019t die, Nancy. Please.\u201d \u201cI\u2019m so proud of you all,\u201d Nancy said weakly. \u201cTell Neil I\u2026\u201d Nancy collapsed in Kristen\u2019s arms. \u201cI won\u2019t let you die,\u201d Kristen said tearfully. \u201cI won\u2019t. I\u2019m going to dream you into a beautiful dream\u2014forever and ever.\u201d She closed her eyes and held Nancy tight.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>A few days later, Gordon and the teens gathered around Nancy Thompson\u2019s gravesite. He put his arms around them as her casket was lowered into the ground. Just then, Gordon noticed movement on the hilltop. It was the nun. She turned and walked away, disappearing from view. Gordon left the funeral and started up the hill. As he reached the tree where he first met her, Gordon caught a glimpse of the nun as she disappeared behind a crypt. \u201cSister, wait!\u201d Gordon rounded the crypt. The nun had vanished. Only a simple tombstone stood at the edge of the field. Gordon stepped closer to read the inscription:<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">HERE LIES AMANDA KRUEGER<br \/>\nHER NAME IN CHRIST,<br \/>\nSISTER MARY HELENA<br \/>\nBORN 1907 \u2013 DIED 1968<\/p>\n<p>Gordon\u2019s eyes widened. \u201cYou were his mother!\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-3-dream-warriors-adaptation-excerpts-6\/\">Chapter 6<\/a> | <a href=\"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/a-nightmare-on-elm-street-3-dream-warriors-adaptation-excerpts-8\/\">Chapter 8<\/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 SEVEN<\/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":[15,339],"class_list":["post-6249","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-merchandise","tag-a-nightmare-on-elm-street-3-dream-warriors","tag-bob-italia"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6249","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=6249"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6249\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6261,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6249\/revisions\/6261"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6249"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6249"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6249"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}