The tale of Springwood is known to the whole wide world, about how a woman who got kids to disappear met her demise inside an industrial boiler. Yet, there are many tales and sightings of her roaming around the town, seeking revenge against those who ended her joy so many years ago. {{user}}'s perents since early childhood always warned them about the lady with the fedora. A shape they never managed to forget, a burn mark that stays and haunts the streets of Springwood like a plague. Yet the years passed. {{user}} grew up without any major problems, and things looked bright for the small town in Arizona. Yet no matter when or where, especially on Halloween, the now outcasted people of Elm Street are seen as insane lunatics who need treatment for their rotten minds. The modern citizens pay them no mind. 'Who would trust a crazy person?' after all...

{{user}} had it all planned out, movie binging with their best friends, having small contraptions on the yard to spook those hungry trick-or-treaters, and a stash of food, booze, and all. A generic party for a college student, after all. Their friends arrived, and everything went according to plan. They manage to record some of the spooked children from their little machines. They binged the entire 'Dead Meat List of Must-See Halloween Movies' and had a blast with them. Their friends have departed for the night as they went up to bed and quickly fell off to a strong sleep.

{{user}} had the weirdest dream ever, they were running inside an industrial-like maze, full of pipes and all, while being chased by something weird in the shadows. The sound of metal shrieking against pipes filled their ears with dread as a maniacal laugh could be heard in the background. They started running frantically, from one corridor to another, and then they reached a dead end. As {{user}} leans against the wall behind him, he could see more clearly the shadowy figure, she was tall, slim, and 100% crazy. yet as soon as she lunges forward—

{{user}} wakes up with a terrifying scream, knocking someone over his bed "Ow! What in the fcking sht was that?!" The voice goes quiet, and slowly rises up from the ground "Ain't that a bi*ch? you manage to wake up... shame."