{"id":6288,"date":"1992-09-01T00:01:10","date_gmt":"1992-09-01T00:01:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/?p=6288"},"modified":"2012-08-03T04:07:23","modified_gmt":"2012-08-03T04:07:23","slug":"freddys-dead-the-final-nightmare-adaptation-excerpts-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/freddys-dead-the-final-nightmare-adaptation-excerpts-6\/","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>SIX<\/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>John woke up in his bedroom, screaming. Then he sat up and looked around. \u201cNot again. He\u2019s not gonna get me again. Nothing\u2019s gonna get me off this bed.\u201d Suddenly, the bed burst into flames. The flames spread quickly throughout the room. \u201cI hate this house,\u201d he said. He dove out the window as the roaring flames advanced. John found himself plummeting in the darkness. He noticed a string hanging from his shirt. It had a tag on it which read: IN CASE OF EMERGENCY, PULL STRING. When he pulled it, a parachute shot out from under his shirt and violently yanked him up. He floated down toward earth, relieved for the moment. But the relief vanished when he heard laughter from above. He looked up and saw Freddy hanging flat against the inside top of the parachute. Suddenly, he launched himself toward John. Freddy grabbed John\u2019s arm to stop his fall, then drew his body close. \u201cI know who I am now,\u201d John said, terrified. Freddy grinned. \u201cReally?\u201d \u201cI know why you let me go.\u201d \u201cYou think I\u2019m your daddy?\u201d Freddy began sawing through the parachute cords with his blades. \u201cYou\u2019re wrong!\u201d The cords began snapping. \u201cBut you let me live!\u201d John cried in panic. \u201cOnly long enough to bring my daughter back. She\u2019s gonna take me to a whole new playground!\u201d Freddy began sawing through the final cord. John shook his head \u201cno.\u201d Freddy shook his head \u201cyes.\u201d Then the final cord snapped, sending John on a death plunge. \u201cYou\u2019re grounded,\u201d Freddy said with laughter. John looked down and saw a bed of spikes on the ground. He was headed straight for them. <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Maggie pulled the van to the side of the road as John\u2019s body began convulsing. But when she and Tracy dragged him from the van, dozens of red holes appeared all over his body. \u201cJohn!\u201d Maggie said, weeping. \u201cI&#8230;I was wrong,\u201d John gasped. \u201cIt\u2019s not a boy\u2026\u201d His body slumped, then disappeared in an explosion of blue light. Down the road, Freddy received the soul of the last Springwood teen. He fed off the energy and roared with delight. Maggie and Tracy heard Freddy\u2019s cry reverberate. \u201cWe have to go!\u201d Maggie said, leading Tracy into the van. Maggie stepped on the pedal and peeled away. \u201cTraveling time!\u201d Freddy cried. He evaporated into a small burst of energy and flew through the van and into Maggie\u2019s head. She faltered for a moment then regained control. Later that night, Maggie and Tracy arrived at the shelter. After parking in the lot, she and Tracy sat in silence. \u201cWhat are we supposed to say when they start asking questions?\u201d Tracy finally said. \u201cYou, Carlos and Spencer followed me,\u201d Maggie replied. \u201cCarlos, Spencer and John ran away. Anything else and they\u2019ll lock us both up.\u201d <\/p>\n<p>Maggie and Tracy entered the shelter where they met Kelly in the admitting area. Maggie tried to explain what happened. \u201cAnd then they ran away,\u201d she said. Kelly stared blankly at her. \u201cWhat are you talking about?\u201d \u201cSpencer, Carlos&#8230;the John Doe,\u201d Maggie said, puzzled. \u201cThey were all here yesterday.\u201d Kelly laughed. \u201cYou\u2019ve been handling too many cases, Maggie. We\u2019ve never had those kids here, and I would\u2019ve remembered any new arrivals.\u201d Maggie was stunned. \u201cBut you brought him to see me. You have to remember something.\u201d \u201cI do remember something,\u201d Kelly said, \u201cbut it was only a dream.\u201d Maggie\u2019s eyes widened. \u201cDream?\u201d \u201cYes,\u201d Kelly said. \u201cIt was about kids, like the ones you described. Don\u2019t remember their names though. Anyway, it was just a dream.\u201d  <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The next day, Tracy talked with Doc in his office about what had happened yesterday. She was anxious and afraid despite her tough veneer. \u201cAnd then we get back,\u201d she said, \u201cand no one remembers Carlos or John. It\u2019s like they never existed. I\u2019ve been hearing strange stories. Like some of the kids dreamed about Carlos, but don\u2019t remember him.\u201d \u201cI remember hum,\u201d Doc said. \u201cWhy?\u201d Tracy asked. \u201cI\u2019m in control of my dreams. I can\u2019t be fooled y this&#8230;thing you saw.\u201d Maggie entered the office. \u201cYou mean Freddy.\u201d Doc nodded. \u201cWhat did he look like?\u201d \u201cLike them,\u201d Tracy said, pointing to the dream demon painting. \u201cWhatever he is,\u201d Doc said, \u201che\u2019s tampering with the line between dreams and reality. He didn\u2019t just kill Carlos and the others. He erased them.\u201d \u201cWhat if we\u2019re the ones who don\u2019t exist?\u201d Tracy said. \u201cWhat if all this is just Freddy\u2019s dream?\u201d Doc just stared at her, unable to give an answer. <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>That night, Maggie sat in her office, looking over John\u2019s article. She put her hand over it and began crying. It\u2019s not a boy. It\u2019s\u2026 Sorrow turned to rage as Maggie swept everything off her desk. She left the shelter and drove to her mother\u2019s house. When her mother didn\u2019t answer the door, Maggie used a spare key to open it. Maggie began ransacking the one-story house, furiously searching for something. She tore apart the kitchen, the closets. Then she finally moved into the bedroom. Opening the closet, Maggie found what she was looking for\u2014a file folder. Maggie stared at it in disbelief. It was an adoption file. A photo of the little girl from her recurring dream was clipped to it. The paper stated that the little girl had been adopted by the Burnham family. \u201cMaggie?\u201d her mother called out from behind. Maggie looked up as her mother approached. \u201cDon\u2019t pay any attention to that,\u201d her mother said fearfully. \u201cI can explain.\u201d Maggie was thunderstruck. \u201cWhy didn\u2019t you tell me!\u201d \u201cThere was no reason to. I\u2019m your mother. You have me\u2014I have lies!\u201d Maggie shouted. \u201cMy whole life is a lie!\u201d \u201cNothing\u2019s a lie if you believe I love you.\u201d Maggie sighed. \u201cI want to know who they were.\u201d \u201cMaggie, it\u2019s not important&#8230;\u201d \u201cI have to know!\u201d she cried. Her mother began crying. \u201cThey don\u2019t tell you. They have rules about no contact.\u201d \u201cOh, there\u2019s been contact. There\u2019s been that dream for twenty years! You should have told me!\u201d Lightning split the sky outside. Maggie started shuffling out. She felt lost. Her mother tried to put her arm around her, but Maggie shook it off. \u201cYou should have told me.\u201d Maggie returned home, exhausted. Her head was whirling with mixed emotions, and she could no longer stay awake. When her head hit the pillow, she was asleep. <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Maggie slipped into the recurring dream. She saw the gleaming water tower and the little girl playing tag with her father. Suddenly, the little girl heard her mother scream. She turned and saw her mother coming out of the cellar, her face lit with fear. \u201cI won\u2019t tell,\u201d the woman said to her husband. She backed away from the cellar doors as her husband stepped around his daughter and started after her. \u201cFred, please!\u201d she cried. \u201cI swear I won\u2019t tell!\u201d Fred Krueger stared at his wife. \u201cWe need to talk, Loretta,\u201d he said calmly. Then he glanced at his daughter. \u201cGo inside, honey.\u201d The little girl walked away from her parents and moved toward the cellar doors. She headed down the stairs to the basement, watching her parents\u2019 shadows circle each other. \u201cI won\u2019t tell,\u201d Loretta\u2019s sobbing voice said. \u201cI believe you,\u201d Fred\u2019s voice replied, \u201cbut they won\u2019t. They won\u2019t let me save you.\u201d The little girl made her way toward the stairs that led up to the house, scared by the sounds and voices coming from the backyard. She was about to climb the stairs when the sound of a creaking door caught her attention. It was the door to her father\u2019s workroom. The huge padlock on the door handle was open. The little girl grabbed the handle and pulled the door open. Then she stepped inside.<\/p>\n<p>The little girl saw newspaper clippings on the walls of the town\u2019s missing children. Then she saw a clawed glove on the workbench. The little girl frowned. Just then, a steady thudding snapped her head around and she headed for the doors to the backyard garden. Suddenly, the little girl transformed into Maggie. She was dressed in an adult-sized version of the little girl\u2019s clothes. She even had red pigtails. But Maggie found herself in the boiler room, not the backyard. Freddy\u2019s evil laughter caught her attention. \u201cI love home movies,\u201d he said. \u201cDon\u2019t you&#8230;Katherine?\u201d Maggie flashed back as Freddy held up the drawing from the orphanage\u2014the one signed K. KRUEGER. \u201cYou were such a little artist,\u201d Freddy said. Maggie looked on in terror. \u201cNo, this can\u2019t be. I know who I am!\u201d \u201cYou\u2019re my blood,\u201d Freddy said. \u201cOnly you could\u2019ve brought me out, in your mind.\u201d \u201cYou can\u2019t be my father!\u201d she cried, refusing to believe. Freddy walked to the steel fire door of the boiler room and put his hand on the handle. \u201cThey took you away from me. But I made them pay. I took all their children. But that\u2019s all over now.\u201d He swung the door open. Maggie could see the open streets and the exterior of the shelter. \u201cTime to start all over again,\u201d Freddy said. \u201cBut this isn\u2019t Springwood!\u201d Freddy laughed horribly. \u201cEvery town has an Elm Street!\u201d He stepped through the door and it clanged shut behind him. Maggie woke with a start and jumped out of bed. \u201cTracy!\u201d she cried.<\/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-5\/\">Chapter 5<\/a> | <a href=\"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/freddys-dead-the-final-nightmare-adaptation-excerpts-7\/\">Chapter 7<\/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 SIX<\/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-6288","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\/6288","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=6288"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6288\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6294,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6288\/revisions\/6294"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6288"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6288"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nightmareonelmstreetfilms.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6288"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}