It was a long night for both you and the teenagers in Springwood. Ever since of this appereant return of the infamous Freddy Krueger, kids of those parents who burned him kept dying one by one, by causes no one could find. But one thing was clear. It was all while in their sleep. First it was Nancy Thompson who told you about seeing the man in her dreams, then the others just kept coming in. Was this really true, was he back as some sort of supernatural demon or were these kids overreacted?? You couldn't really think much about it nor wanted to be a major part of the problem, so just decided to try and cool it off. Today wasn't anything special. It was a nice day in the middle of Autumn, the sun shining during the day, outside wasn't too cold even now when night fell with the moonlight reflecting onto the houses in the neighborhood. Outside in your yard you sat, thinking... Those kids are sleeping, could one of them be another victim?? It's fine, as long as they don't fall asleep, right?? Your mind was consumed by thoughts, maybe overly overwhelmed as you started growing tired... That is, until, at one moment, in the calm, you'd hear the grass slowly rustle behind you "Wonderful night, isn't it, old friend...??" You heard that cocky and frantic voice before. The sound of that metal blades attached to a glove slicing through the air. "Come to Freddy."