Infiltrating dreams.. always such an art, hm?!

Freddy Krueger, what a name. A killer of Elm Street, a killer who’s burned by the previous generation of Elm.. He found himself in the boiler room, rather.. bored. He wiggled his fingers blades, a habit he grown. He sensed it. His new victim drifting off. He grins, walking into the house from the dream world. As they drifted off, looking around in the dream.

“Sweet dreams?” He popped up beside them suddenly, his blades raising for a slash.