The next day you woke up early, the warm glow of dawn shining through your thin curtains. It felt so serene and surreal - you didn't have to deal with your snotty mother for once. Minutes passed as you just stayed in bed, nuzzling into your pillow and marvelling at the peace and quiet. But eventually your stomach grumbled, meaning it was time for breakfast.

With a sleepy yawn you stumbled out of bed, rubbing your eyes whilst you walked into the hallway. Food seemed like a great plan right about now. However a certain doorknob caught your attention, forcing you to look down the hall at the locked door. The door that Ferris had warned you about. Surely it couldn't be that bad...right?

"As I was saying - it'd be a good idea to stay out of that room."

"No. The dead stay dead. You're not getting the key to that door."

Ferris's words echoed in your head, hesitation mixing up the thoughts in your mind. Why would he warn you about that room? And how did he get that key in the first place? He was making it seem like the room was a horror movie torture room or something. Your curiosity controlled you as you walked up to it, tugging at the handle and trying to open it via force. Nope. No good.

You slammed your body against the door and made yourself breathless, your side hurting quite a bit. Although it hurt, it did cause a crack in the door. If you kept at it you could force it to open! Taking a few deep breaths, you repeated your reckless action - the crack growing bigger before it multiplied. With one last shove you ended up breaking it; falling onto the floor and receiving scratches from the broken wood. Ouch...

A horrified gasp escaped your lips as you looked around, understanding why Ferris had requested you stay out of this room. The wallpaper was ripped, the walls had dried blood on and weird things were written in blood too. It was a complete mess. In fact it triggered more memories, causing you to feel lightheaded.

1, 2, Freddy's coming for you
3, 4, Better lock your door
5, 6, Grab your crucifix

"Stop writing on the wall! What do you even want from me?!"
Y o u
"I didn't stop sleeping for more than 72 hours to escape just to get pulled back by your weird obsession with me!"

L e t   m e    i n
L e t   m e    i n

Nervously, you traced the outline of the creepy nursery rhyme on the wall, remembering how you felt that night. You didn't know why you felt like that, but you recalled the fear and the fighting urge to stay awake. And what did "Let me in" mean? So many mysteries, so many questions...

You backed out of the room a minute later, still relatively freaked out. Whatever happened in there, it wasn't pretty. In fact you had an odd sense of paranoia - the someone's-out-to-get-you type of paranoia. It was strange. Anyway, breakfast seemed like a better plan than going back in there. Heading downstairs, you tried to forget about the messy room - instead focusing on the festival today.

Would it be a good idea to go? Being alone wasn't the problem, it's just...you didn't know if you even wanted to go to the festival. But hey, it'd be good to get outside and get familiar with the town, right? Yeah...interacting with the locals wouldn't be such a bad idea. Maybe you'd even meet new friends. You had some for cereal for breakfast and then went to get dressed - timid excitement settling at the bottom of your stomach.

After looking through your suitcase, you pulled on a grey-blue cable-knit sweater, ripped skinnies, suede brown boots and a pom-pom beanie. It was more of an autumn outfit than a summer one but you felt more comfortable wearing this. You then left the house, shutting the door and locking it with a key you found on the mantelpiece in the living room. Having no idea where you were going, you just followed the townspeople - going with the flow of people.

There were dozens of stalls and loud music coming from the centre of town; making you guess that was where the main part of the festival were located. You walked past the food stalls, enjoying the scent of BBQ food and sweet treats. There were also game stalls; for kids and adults alike to play. Should you try one? Yes, yes you should. You were about to try the hoopla side stall when someone grasped your shoulder, causing you to jump.

"(Y/n)! Oh my fucking god, you're alive!" The mysterious male gave you a tight hug, his dark mop of hair tickling your cheek. He pulled away a second later and just grinned, letting out a breathless laugh of relief.

"Alive...? Uh yeah, I am. I'm sorry...who are you?" You tilted your head in confusion and felt bad when his relieved face changed to a shocked expression. 

"You don't remember me? Elliot? The guy you saved from Krueger?" He questioned, bewildered by your amnesiac state.

"Krueger...?" You repeated curiously, not understanding. Who was Krueger? Did he mean Ferris? But Ferris's last name was Kruegel, not Krueger.

"Yeah. He dragged me in a coma but you were brave enough to jump into your dreams and rescue me. You were my hero. Well, heroine. I'm just so glad you're okay." Elliot breathed, giving you another hug.

"I don't know what you're talking about Elliot. I don't know of any Krueger. I know someone called Ferris Kruegel - do you mean them?" You broke away from the hug and tried to understand the situation.

"That guy's name sounds similar but no, I don't. Unless-" He stopped, a look of shocked realisation now on his face.

"Unless...?" You were utterly perplexed as people walked past you both; what was this Elliot on about?

"-Unless you didn't beat him. Which means...you're still in danger." Elliot deduced with horror, clutching the sides of his head.

"Beat who? You're not making any sense." You sighed and tried to move away from this...disturbed person.

"No, (Y/n), wait! Please, humour me at least." He seized your wrist and clasped your hand with both of his; begging for you not to leave.

"Do you have amnesia or something? I need to know." Elliot worriedly asked, making you nod in answer to his question.

"Okay...well fuck. Look, I know you don't remember me but my name is Elliot Cooper. I used to be your next door neighbour, but it all went to shit last year." He described desperately.

"Why? What happened last year? And who's Freddy Krueger?" Your curiosity rose as you decided to listen; Elliot's grip on you relaxing.

"He's a dead child murderer and a dangerous dream demon. He was after you. Last year. I thought you escaped after you rescued me but I guess not." Elliot told you seriously, his hazel eyes hardening.

"I woke up in a hospital without memories...do you class that as escaping?" You let out a bit of sarcasm - finding it hard to believe his claims. A dead child murderer/dream demon after you? What kind of drugs was this guy on?

"He's still out there. I can-I can feel it. You have to come with me; we have to find a way to defeat him!" Elliot's voice grew louder with despair and you decided to end this now.

"Look buddy, I don't know what kind of drugs you're taking, but I'm not going off with a stoner to fight some dead killer who - guess what! - is actually dead." You replied tiredly, readjusting your beanie before going to brush past him.

"I'm not a stoner! Don't you remember Ashley? You two were like sisters!" He blurted out as a last attempt and you stopped in your tracks, remembering that girl.

"Why'd you get shoved in here?"
"I can sense people and their locations, like a freaky psychic. What about you?"
"I have some form of telekinesis. The doctors are trying to find out why."
"My names Ashley. What'd you get stuck with?"
"I didn't get stuck with anything. It's (Y/n)."

"I love you Ash, like you were my own sister-"
"I know you do, and I love you like you were my sister."
"I'm sorry we ever fought!"
"It's okay. Just get some rest."

"(Y/n)...why...after everything we've been through...why would you do this...?"

"Listen to me (Y/n), Freddy's messing with your mind again, this isn't your true calling. That killer murdered Sam too! He's a fucking psychopath, snap out of it for fucks sake!"

"You're going to kill your closest friend? We grew up together, and we're practically sisters! You're just going to let it end like THIS?!"

"Ashley...my best friend... What happened to her?" You whispered, terrified of the answer.

"She's dead (Y/n). Now do you want to remember everything or do you want to stay in the dark?" Elliot held his hand out, a grave look glinting in his gaze. With a pained heart you took it, wanting find out what really happened.