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A Nightmare on Elm Street 9: Freddy Never Sleeps
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
***
Obviously with both acknowledgement (and apologies) to
Wes Craven, Robert Englund and Heather Langenkamp,this
as yet unfilmed NOES episode remains somewhat short of
financial backers! I wonder why? (Mf, ped, nc, rp, tor,
fantasy)
***
As the branch rapped out its staccato message against
the far window, Nancy awoke startled. Glancing at her
bedside clock, she saw it was just ten after midnight.
She rubbed her eyes, surely it had been more than half
an hour since she’d climbed into bed? She lay there
nestled up under the warm covers. Thinking now of Brad,
and the wonderful night they had just spent together,
one hand relinquished its hold on the beloved old
teddy-bear she clutched to her breast still, perhaps
itself the very last concession to her all-but-
recently-departed childhood.
Reaching inside her skimpy panties, the warmth of her
pussy was a comforting sensation. She separated the
lips, feeling the moisture seep through and slipping in
two fingers, she set in circularised motion the
pressure needed that would bring to her body the
physical release she now craved. As her hips moved in
pleasured response, she murmered quietly. Nancy felt
unusually wet and was momentarily shocked that her
recalled images of Brad’s kissing her so tenderly, were
having such a drastic effect on her emotions.
So wet was she now, she paused for a moment. Something
hot and sticky was actually beginning to run down the
inside of her thighs. Tossing back the coverlet she
switched-on the bedside light and stared in disbelief.
Her panties were soaking and even as she watched,
another trickle followed its predecessor down the
inside of her leg.
She lifted the waistband and could not suppress a cry.
Cum, it could be nothing else, was squelching out of
her pussy - wave upon wave of it. Nancy screamed and
clamped her hands across her slit to stem the carnal
tide. She looked up desperately – to find herself lying
not in her bed now, but on a mortuary table parked on
the floor of some enormous bricked cellar.
She was dreaming. After all this time it was happening
again. Glancing down, she saw that her legs and panties
were dry once more. Just another illusion. She tugged
down her nightdress, more for posterity than anything
else since it was anything but cold right now. Slipping
off the table, she made her way towards the mass of
steel piping and walkways that lurched upwards towards
the roof and which seemed to defy any practical
purpose. She heard a metallic clicking sound that awoke
in her dreadful memories and fears that time had
obviously been unsuccessful in suppressing.
As she rounded the corner, she saw as incongruous a
scene as sanity could hold on to. Up front of what
looked like to be some kind of disused furnace, four
little girls all wearing white lace dresses, were
skipping. The two either end, whirling the rope almost
in slow motion for the others to step over, looked-up
as Nancy approached. They smiled at her – a grin of
triumph rather than of youthful intrigue. The song they
were humming was so chillingly familiar,
"One, two, Freddy’s coming for you,
Three, four – better shut the door..."
A chilling screech of metal on metal behind her made
Nancy spin around.
"Wetter than usual are we tonight?" Krueger’s evil
laughter filled the room.
She stared at him, watching the razor-sharp finger-
knives etching grooves in the piping. Unchanged through
countless nightmares, his rotting and disgusting
striped jumper if nothing else, still managing to hide
much of his scarred and deformed flesh, although
glistening facial burn-tissue still made up the greater
part of that obscene countenance that now looked upon
her beneath the ragged hat, tipped as always at a
foppish angle across the bald pate.
"I missed you Nancy," he leered at her. "Only had my
little angels here for company, and you know what they
say don’t you? – there’s no substitute for experience."
He summoned one of the girls holding the rope.
To Nancy’s horror, Krueger licked her face as she moved
alongside him. Evidently no more than nine, she seemed
unconcerned as he lifted up her dress revealing her
little panties. Shocked, Nancy moved towards her, but
Freddy raised his hand in a defiant gesture and she
found herself fully immobilised, unable even to look
away.
Licking the girls face again, he slipped a hand down
her top and began fondling what could be barely more
than puffy nipples. The girl smiled at him. "Would you
like to undress for daddy?" muttered Krueger watching
intently Nancy’s expression as the girl unzipped
herself.
"Such a good girl," he said, as she stepped out of her
dress and indeed Nancy saw that she had no real breasts
to speak of, merely the cutest of tiny brown nipples.
Krueger passed a hand across the girl’s chest and as
Nancy watched, her breasts swelled and filled out.
"Kids grow up so early these days," he laughed, one of
his razor fingers menacing the girl’s right nipple.
Still in just her panties, the girl seemed to want
Krueger’s caress. Nancy thought she heard her moan but
knew it must be her own imagination.
"Nothing like a mother’s milk Nancy," Krueger smirked,
his gaze dropping to her own very prominent breasts...
"Can I interest you in some perhaps?’
Shocked, she watched him lower his lips to the little
girl’s breasts just as a stream of milk jetted from
both nipples. He knelt in front of her, allowing the
milk to run down his face dripping on to his jumper. In
spite of everything, the scene before her was
incredibly arousing, she felt her own nipples
hardening.
Turning to the girl, Krueger addressed her, "You won’t
be needing these sweetheart,"
Seemingly of their own accord, the girl’s panties
slipped down her legs revealing her hairless and
virginal pussy which Freddy began to lick ravenously.
The girl stood there fully naked, swaying but
uncomplaining, hands behind her resting against her
bottom.
His tongue was deep inside her pussy now. As Nancy
watched, it grew longer until the girl’s labia swelled
outwards from the length of it coiled up within her.
She put her hands on Freddy’s shoulders and began to
force herself against him, her small hips grinding
against the enveloping tongue. The scene was one of
such pornographic intent, Nancy felt the urge to throw
up, yet something about it was voyeuristically
riveting.
"You are DISGUSTING Krueger," gasped Nancy, "Leave her
alone!"
"Oh, I understand," he looked back at her laughing.
"You’re feeling ignored Nancy? Maybe you need a little
tender loving care yourself eh?" he motioned to the
other three girls who put down the skipping-rope and
walked across to where Nancy stood.
She watched in helpless fascination as they approached.
Three angels of innocence trapped here in this dark
world with a fiend that even during his earthly tenure
had been an insult to decency. She wanted desperately
to wake up now and rid herself of this vile scene but
she could not. The girls pulled her gently down so that
she knelt between them.
For a moment they just looked at her, child-like and
pure. One of the girls then just placed her hand under
Nancy’s right breast. Cupping it, she began feeling her
own gently, little more than buds at this stage which
even so, were just visible in outline through her
dress. Something about the girl’s hand was comforting
and Nancy blushed at the soft touch.
Both the other girls extended their hands also and
began lightly fondling Nancy’s breasts through her
nightdress. Strangely she felt no urge to repel their
attentions but rather felt a stirring throughout her
entire body. She looked towards Krueger.
Freddy was fumbling at his crotch and as Nancy stared
half repulsed, half mesmerised, an unexceptional
erection was freed that unlike the remainder of his
deformed body, appeared quite normal.
"Meat for my sweet," he gloated, pulling the girl
roughly to her knees and drawing her head down.
Offering no semblance of resistance, the girl took hold
of the shaft and closed her lips over the head, Freddy
let out an audible sigh and pushed her head lower.
Glancing at Nancy, The palms of his gloved finger
knives smoothed over the girls bottom.
The three little girls were fondling Nancy with some
urgency now and she herself had begun to rub the tops
of their dresses, feeling their barely developed
breasts, little more than nipples in each case. She
knew she had to be dreaming, she would never do this in
a waking state. It had to be Krueger messing with her
mind and forcing her to act this way.
She heard herself moan as two of the girls slipped
their dainty little hands down her nightdress and begin
to rub her nipples. Their cool fingers were just so
comforting and soft. Feeling a strong compunction for
closer and more intimate contact, she leaned forward
and kissed the nearest girl on the lips. Whether to her
horror or pleasure, she really wasn’t sure – the girl
opened wide and pushed her own tongue into Nancy’s
mouth.
"Never knew babysitting could be so much fun, did you
Nancy?" Krueger hissed at her.
Glancing his way, she saw the young girl’s head bobbing
up and down in his lap, working at it like a pro.
Krueger’s smile was cruelty incarnate as he took his
pleasure out on the naked child. With little or no
warning he suddenly held her tight as he came savagely
and in no way human terms. Spurting hard into her mouth
the girl tried to gag but was stifled by the sheer
volume of cum. He freed her just before she passed out,
cum cascading out of her mouth.
Still jetting uncontrollably, he covered her face, her
breasts and as she gasped in shock, he pulled her up on
to his lap and just impaled her on his cock. He fucked
her like a rag-doll, still cumming uncontrollably. The
girl lay across his shoulder limp as he continued
raping her. Finished, he pushed her roughly back on to
the floor, where she lay unmoving.
"No substitute for parental authority," he spat at her,
flushed almost with his recent exertions.
Disgusted as she was by his treatment of so young a
girl, Nancy was sinking herself into a morass of sexual
delight as the three girls all took turns kissing her.
With her nightdress pushed up around her hips now, the
girls hands were beginning to rub her panties as well
as her breasts while she herself was fingering them two
at a time...
The softness and smoothness of their legs and their
pussies was just consuming her emotions. Sliding her
fingers into their hot slits and feeling their hips
react to her probing fingers was the template to global
ecstasy, She had to possess them no matter what. She
wanted them naked... she wanted to BE naked for them.
All that mattered was that they don’t stop making her
feel like this.
The girls’ faces began to grow hazy, she heard Krueger
speaking but the words were indistinct. The fingers in
her pussy however had brought her to the very brink of
orgasm. Someone was calling her.
"Nancy... Nancy, what are you doing up there?"
She opened her eyes. God, back in her own bedroom. She
realised that she was still pleasuring herself
abstractedly. She hastily withdrew her fingers. It had
been SO real.
"Get a move-on Nancy," her father was calling up to
her. "School bus leaves in twelve minutes."
As she eased herself off the bed, something fell on the
floor. Reaching down, and retrieving it, she stared at
what was in her hand. A scrunched-up pair of wafer-thin
panties such that a girl of eight or nine might wear.
They were still wet at the front.
Minutes later at the breakfast table, her dad enquired
"You OK Nance? You seem miles away."
"Oh... yes, sure dad," she replied. "Just tired I guess
and thinking about that spot-test we’re having today."
He didn’t push the issue.
Even as she boarded the bus she felt something
trickling down her leg. She had been wet ever since she
woke up and try as she might, she could not shake the
image of her sitting there being fondled and french-
kissed by those three pre-teen girls.
Brad met her as she got off the bus. His strong hands,
friendly smile and good cheer just lifted her spirits
dramatically. He kissed her before they went to
classes. She saw him again at recess and sitting there
in the canteen she asked him quietly, "Do you remember
Freddy Krueger Brad?"
"How could I forget Nancy?" he replied slowly, "How
would ANYONE around here forget?" He looked at her
quizzically. "You’re not having those dreams again are
you?"
"Not like before," she answered. "Just that something
odd happened last night, probably just a normal
nightmare I guess."
"Yeah well lets hope so Nancy," he said to her. "We
don’t need all that business starting up again do we
now?" She shook her head, but he noticed she kept her
eyes lowered.
Modern History was its usual sleep-inducing yawn.
Overweight, under-gifted teacher George Creighton was
Danfield High’s equivalent of Jack Black but without
the intellect. Delivering his lectures in glib and
succinct monotones, HE may have known his subject, he
simply had no idea how to teach it. Nancy found herself
slipping into the abyss.
Someone was calling her name.
"Heavy night Miss Thompson?" Creighton was eyeing her
from the chalkboard.
Nancy struggled up in her seat. "I’m sorry Mr.
Creighton, I must have dozed off!"
"Indeed?" he replied putting his book down on the desk
in front of him. "Well maybe Miss Thompson you might
like to front the class here," he pointed to a spot
alongside him "and explain to us all exactly what WAS
Nikita Khrushchev’s role in the Cuban Missile Crisis?"
Nancy hesitated. "Come, come Miss Thompson, we’re all
waiting!"
Taking up the position indicated, Nancy made a
fascinating discovery. She knew nothing about Nikita
Khrushchev or the Bay of Pigs invasion. George was in
no mood to be conciliatory.
"You Miss Thompson, are a complete waste of time... a
complete waste of MY time. I think you need to be
punished." Nancy’s ears pricked-up. Wasn’t this a
little overboard... even for Creighton?
With no warning, he pushed her forwards. She was so
shocked, she stumbled and fell, just grabbing the edge
of the lecturer’s desk to steady herself. He made a
grab for her and seizing her round the waist pushed her
flat down across the desk, her bottom to the class.
If she was stunned by this turn of events, his grabbing
the hem of her skirt and pulling it up, exposing her
very brief panties to the class really got her
attention.
"MR. CREIGHTON!!!" she cried out, just two seconds
ahead of the first spank. Wriggling beneath his hold
she was staggered at his strength – she could not get
up. A second spank made her yelp. Turning her head, she
saw bitchy little Celia in the front row of desks.
Wasn’t she enjoying this?
"Pull her panties down Sir," called out another girl.
Let’s see her bum."
George Creighton obliged, and tugging Nancy’s panties
down to her ankles he proceeded to spank her in
earnest.
Embarrassment gave way to pain as he hand-flogged one
cheek then the other. From dull red, her bottom turned
to a fiery glow... and still he spanked her.
"Cry you little bitch," he demanded and indeed she was
unable to stop the tears as the pain became
intolerable.
"Why don’t you fuck her Mr. Creighton?" called out a
voice she recognised between sobs as belonging to
Celia.
Creighton tugged her upright then backhanded her across
the mouth. She fell across the desk stunned and quite
oblivious to the fact everyone in the class could now
see her pussy.
"I could use some help here boys," she heard Creighton
mutter. "Peterson, Davies, Bradford... up here please
and hold her for me. The three wasted no time in coming
forward. Brett climbed up on the desk and pinioned her
arms behind her. Steve took a hold of her left leg and
Michael Bradford her other thigh. They held her legs
wide apart, the entire class able to see into the
recesses of her pussy. Creighton was unzipping himself
and as Nancy cried out in shock and incredulity, he
simply forced himself into her.
"Fuck her hard sir," was the universal catch-cry and
Creighton responded like a man on a mission. Thrusting
in with absolutely no finesse but with a decided
passion for his work, he raped her for three or four
solid minutes before announcing to no-one in
particular, "I’m gonna fill her hot little cunt."
And that he most certainly did. She gasped as he pumped
hard into her, his concurrent attempts to kiss her
making her heave in disgust. Being fucked in front of
the class was bad enough but the thought of making
contact with those repulsive lips was the stuff real
nightmares are made of.
Finally withdrawing from her, Creighton addressed his
willing helpers. OK boys, in consideration of your
invaluable help here, I suggest all three of you help
yourself now... only ten minutes left of the period."
Nancy lay there helpless as one after the other climbed
on and raped her while her bra was pulled up, her
breasts fondled and exposed to the class.
She saw through tear-ravaged eyes, Celia with her legs
up on her desk, panties off and masturbating herself
senseless, watching them come in her one by one. To
complete her indignity, several of the girls got up
from their desks, pulled their skirts up, and their
knickers down, before straddling her and pushing their
pussies in her face to lick while the boys continued
fucking her.
Her last recollection was of Creighton, leaning over
her, his face morphing now into another familiar visage
- a loathsome burnt one. "You really gotta lighten up
Nancy my girl..." the laughter echoed into the
darkness.
She jerked herself awake.
"Nancy, are you OK??" It was George Creighton, looking
very concerned. "We couldn’t wake you..."
"No, I’m alright sir... sorry I passed out." she
stammered.
"Its fine Miss Thompson," muttered Creighton, obviously
concerned for the girl. "If you need to go to sick
bay... please do, I’ll sign a clearance for you."
Nancy saw out the class, but could barely wait for the
12.30 luncheon bell, preferring to stand however, as
her bottom was unaccountably sore to sit down on.
Taking every precaution not to nod off or even let her
guard down temporarily, Nancy completed the afternoon’s
study-program. Come 4pm. Brad had use of his father’s
Town Car and offered her a lift home. Gratefully, she
accepted.
"It’s happened again, hasn’t it?" Brad glanced across
at her as he drove.
She just nodded.
"Brad, my father has to go out tonight, would you stay
with me till he gets home, just make sure I don’t go to
sleep... please?"
He was going to reason with her but could see the
futility of it.
"Sure, Nancy," We’ll just send out for pizza or
something, ‘kay?" She smiled at him but he could see it
was only half-hearted.
"Nancy, can I ask you something?" he said after a
moment’s silence.
"Of course Brad, what is it?" she replied, still
hugging her books to her.
"Well I know you don’t want to talk about it, but what
is it you think Krueger actually wants? Why you?"
She looked straight ahead, then turned to him.
You’re going to think I’ve totally flipped Brad, but I
think he wants to rape me?’
Brad was tempted to say "I can see why he would Nancy,"
but thought better of it. Instead he just put his hand
on her arm and said.
"Listen, no-one’s gonna rape you honey, not in this
world OR his. You got that? Whatever’s happening here,
we’ll see it through together, trust me on this!"
She looked across at him and just squeezed his hand. If
anyone could protect her, it was surely Brad.
"Well you two kids have a good evening," her father
called up from the hallway. "I should be back around
10.30 Nancy... ..see ya!"
"Bye dad," she called down, "I love you."
"Love you too sweetheart," he yelled back to her.
She felt like watching Adam Sandler, he was exactly the
panacea she figured could dispel the shadow of Freddy
Krueger that hung over her like a supernatural shawl.
No matter how many times she watched HAPPY GILMORE it
lifted her spirits. Snuggled up against Brad she
laughed out loud as the truck ran over Carl Weathers’
fake hand for the umpteenth time. She felt comfy and
safe... almost sleepy! The ringing of the doorbell
interrupted proceedings.
Glancing out the window, a small van was parked in
their driveway. "It’s just the pizza boy Brad," she
said, "Hold on while I go and get it."
Opening the front door - she just stared. On their
front porch, a very familiar little girl in a pretty
white lace dress was holding out her pizza. "Your order
Miss. Pepperoni, double cheese with Krueger sauce?"
"Brad!" she screamed. He appeared beside her.
"What’s wrong Nancy?" he asked, "It’s just the pizza
girl!"
She looked at him. "Oh God Brad, you fell asleep with
me. Wake up... .wake ME up too!"
"I’m not asleep honey," he said to her, "See?" he bent
down and kissed the child hard on the lips. "I’m REALLY
awake."
She looked on in horror as he scooped the girl up,
hands well up under her dress and around her bottom
quite obviously. The girl dropped the pizza and clung
to him, kissing him passionately. He was fumbling with
her panties and sat down on the porch with her
completely astride him. The girl looked back at Nancy.
"You should have fucked him while you had the chance,"
she grinned, as Brad unzipped his huge erection which
the girl began to guide between her legs and equally
obviously, beneath her knickers.
Nancy shivered. Brad had pushed the child on to her
back now and was raping her unmercifully. Her legs,
bent at the knees, were forced wide apart as he thrust
into her tiny pussy from which blood was dripping
steadily. For her part though, the girl was encouraging
him, her little hips pushing up to accommodate his
thrusts. The scene both disgusted and drew her.
Brad reached his climax in no time, firing off a truck-
load of cum in between her puffy and very pronounced
labia. Withdrawing his cock, he managed several more
spurts that splattered over the upper parts of her
dress, her face and hair. She stared fascinated as he
removed a small amount from her cheek and pulling the
top of her dress down, began to rub the gooey
consistency across both her tiny nipples as the girl
wriggled beneath his indecent touch.
Brad got to his feet and retrieved the pizza box.
"Well that’s paid for," he laughed, "Let’s go and eat
Nancy."
Shocked senseless, she watched his retreating figure.
This couldn’t be Brad. Even asleep he could never
behave so callously. Kneeling beside the still form of
the little girl, she pulled her dress down so as to
restore some semblance of modesty. As the girl stirred
at her touch, she was completely unprepared for what
happened next. Taking hold of Nancy’s hand, she looked
up at her prettily and simply said, "Would you like a
turn with me? I can undress for you if you like."
Nancy relinquished her hand and fighting back tears,
headed to the loungeroom. Only it was no longer HER
loungeroom. Brad stood against the far wall, itself
cracked, filthy and in the last stages of decay.
"Come to Daddy sweet Nancy." The voice deepened and as
his arms stretched out to her, his entire outline
wavered. She saw the dark black hair recede, the fine
strong shoulders slump, his athletic build shrink to a
hated silhouette of warped inhumanity.
"You didn’t enjoy seeing your boyfriend having a little
fun Nancy?" Krueger teased her. "Wished maybe it was
you instead huh? Well, we can fix that you know!"
She backed away, but two chains appeared from nowhere
and encircling her wrists dragged her backwards to the
opposite wall. Krueger was no more than a few feet
away. Panicking, she looked around for something...
anything for protection. His putrid breath right in her
face, he licked her lasciviously. She turned away in
utter disgust.
"More meat for the beast?" He grinned as with the razor
knives he sliced open the front of her top, exposing
her bra down which he now leered. "Very very nice
Nancy, doesn’t look like I will have to work on these
at all. Lets dispose of the wrapping though," he
cackled maniacally, slipping the cold steel beneath her
straps and cutting one after the other.
With no support, her bra dropped sown sufficiently to
expose her breasts almost to the nipple. She gasped as
he leaned forward and taking the material in his teeth,
dragged it lower. As her nipples were exposed, she was
horrified to see how erect they were. Krueger’s lurid
eyes flared wide.
"I know what you’re thinking Nancy – if only you had
some milk to offer a poor old child molester down on
his luck!" He gesticulated towards her and as he did,
she felt how full her breasts had become. Milk began to
express from both nipples and embarrassed, terrified
and incredulous as she was, she felt nothing but a wave
of undeniable arousal overtake her as he lowered his
head and began to suck deeply.
The sensation was one of extreme sexual fulfillment and
despite herself, she strained against the chains
holding her, to get as much of her nipple in his mouth
as she could. Even as he moved across to the other
side, her right nipple continued to express milk in an
unbroken stream. The harder he sucked her, the heavier
the flow.
Her legs felt like jelly and she could only whimper as
he lowered his right glove and began lifting her skirt
with the finger-knives. Beyond resistance now, she
watched as her panties were exposed. Krueger delicately
applied the tip of one blade to the center part of the
material and moving downwards opened up the crotch the
entire length of her slit.
She simply gasped and watched as he gingerly placed the
knife at the entrance to her pussy. She stared as the
tip entered her and but for the knowledge the slightest
movement would mutilate her genitals, she would have
thrust forward on to the blade. Such was her
overwhelming desire to have it in her.
The chains disappeared but even with full mobility now
she could not break the spell, an overwhelming need to
have Krueger’s cock in her. The idea repulsed her but
was over-ruled by her body’s dictates.
"Take them off for me Nancy." She felt his words rather
than hearing them spoken aloud. Still expressing milk,
she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor.
Discarding her top and useless bra, she wriggled out of
her torn panties and stood before him completely naked.
"Turn around for me," Krueger ordered.
She turned slowly knowing his eyes were locked on to
her bottom now. She felt the touch of cold metal on
both cheeks and shivered with anticipation. He had her
kneel on all fours and gasped as she felt his
unnaturally long tongue work its way between her pussy
lips. The sensation of that tongue flicking in and out
of her, then lapping the full length of her slit was
driving her to the edge of sanity. She was wriggling in
near ecstasy when she heard Brad’s voice yelling out to
her.
"Get UP Nancy – get away from him!" She turned around,
the spell broken.
"He’s controlling your thought’s Nancy... fight it!"
Krueger spun on his heels.
Brad was standing there, a sentinel of salvation. He
was gripping a length of old steel piping which he held
menacingly towards Krueger’s chest. Nancy guessed that
finding it impossible to wake her, he had slept
himself, so as to enter her dream.
"Well well," said Krueger eyeing the newcomer, "Mr
White Knight I believe? You’re a bit out of your depth
son." He raised his arm towards Brad who was flung
several feet backwards against the wall. He turned back
to Nancy, "And it was just getting interesting too. Now
back on your knees sweetheart, it’s time for Sex-Ed...
Freddy style. There’s only one..."
He never got to finishing the sentence as two-foot of
rusted metal piping emerged from his chest, blood
cascading through the open wound. Although forced to
his knees by the power of Brad’s thrust, he was
laughing even as he coughed up gouts of congealing
blood.
"You think this will kill me boy?" he snarled at his
assailant standing over him.
"Probably NOT," smiled Brad, but I really don’t think
you can handle THIS. So saying, he produced a can of
gasoline from behind his back. "In the Scouts Freddy,
we always had to be prepared!" Emptying the can over
the kneeling and clearly agitated form of Elm Street’s
old adversary and retreating backwards leaving a wet
trail, he flipped the top of his butane lighter.
"Fire destroyed you once Freddy, lets go for a replay!"
Both arms up beseechingly, "Noooooo!" was all Krueger
could get out before a "whoomph" engulfed him. Nancy
shielded herself from the heat as the figure writhed on
the floor screaming in real-time agony. Brad came over
and held her. They watched until simply the two charred
glove-knives clattered to the floor. In that same
second the room faded around them and they awoke, with
Nancy fully dressed, in her own loungeroom.
A loud knock at the front door disturbed their re-
orientation.
"I’ll get it," said Nancy, walking down the hallway.
Opening the door, her hand flew to her mouth.
"That will be $8.95 please," said the little girl.
(c) Peter_Pan http://www.lulu.com/content/69187 and
http://www.lulu.com/content/166938
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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