Dylans New Nightmare. A Nightmare on Elm Street fanfiction

Seeing things

Heather stood outside along with a large group. Everyone was saying Goodbye to Jessica.

Photos of her short life were out for guests to look at. A larger photo, one that was taken at Heathers home, was framed and by the casket.

It was closed, do to the way she died, everyone believed it was from being crushed, but Dylan knew better. The child hadn't said a word in a week, he wouldn't sleep and he would hardly eat. Poor Dylan knew that The dark man killed Jessica because he loved her and now the boy was afride his mother or father would be next.

Robert rushed home after he woke up from his head injurys. He sped home to find a mess, the fire department was there checking over Johnny, Heather and Dylan.

Medics were taking care of Jessica's body.

Dylans eyes grew when he noticed his father had pulled up and gotten out of his car.

Heather was being worked on in an ambulance, she needed stiches in her arm and her head. Johnny was being questioned by police next to Dylan.

"Dylan!" Robert yelled scooping his son in his arms. "Where's your mother?" He asked looking Dylan over. "Dylan?" He asked seeing his son not talking. He took it as she was hurt. When Robert noticed two men coming from the mess of a home with a body bag the man almost calapsed. "H-Heather?" He whispered in a broken breath.

Johnny noticed the older actor and stopped him from running to the bag. "It's not Heather-." He said softly. "Then who?" Robert asked. "Jessica. She saved Dylan." Johnny whispered. Robert watched the men take the young girl away.

"Friends, Family and loved ones- We are here today to say goodbye to a sister, friend-."

As the pastor spoke up by the casket, everyone sat toegther. Heather blinked holding Roberts hand tight. Dylan was standing with Wes and Johnny, looking at photos.

Heather pulled her hand away when she felt a sting. "What?" She looked down at her hand to see blood. "Robert, what-." She asked looking up to see it wasn't Robert next to her but Freddy Kruger- Or someone who looked like him.

"Who are you?" She asked jumping away. "Don't play games Nancy, you know who I am- You know!" He snapped swipping at her, but he missed her, since she fell off the chair.

"I'm not Nancy!" She snapped as the man laughed at her. "And your not Kruger!" She yelled, grabbing his arm so he couldn't cut her face. He snickered standing above her, legs on each side of her body. "You are and I am. My son Dylan will soon be-." He started to rant. "He's NOT yours! Your from a movie! Your not real!" She snapped. When she blinked he was gone and she was laying on the grass alone. It was then that Heather relized she was all alone in the grave yard. Dlyan screamed in fear and Heather jumped up, seeing the thing that looked like Fred had her son. "MOMMY!" He screamed being pulled to the now open casket. Heather took off to get to her son, but she froze when she saw the body wasn't Jessica, but her. She was dressed like Nancy from the ending of the first film, her hair even had the gray.

"MOM!" Dylan screamed being pulled into it. "Dylan!" She screamed jumping in to help her son.

Robert stood up when the ground began to shake. Heather screamed and fell out of the chair. Wes picked Dylan up and ran to Robert. Heather hit her head on the casket, and opened her eyes to see Robert looking over her.

She screamed and jumped back. Terror in her eyes. "Heather?" He asked using his tie to clean her head. "It's only me." He whispered trying to calm his wife down. "R-Robert?" She asked softly. "Who eles would it be?" He asked a little freaked out by how she was acting. Heather had been off since he got back. Well everything had been.

"Heather, your hand!" Johnny screamed bending down to look it over. Her palm was sliced open and blood was still oozing out of it. "MOMMY!" Dylan snapped getting out of the directors arms. "He hurt you! You saw him too didn't you!" Dylan said looking at his mother. She didn't know what to say. The funeral had stopped and now all eyes were on her and her son.

She sniffed looking around. "Who?" Robert asked confused. Heather couldn't look at her husband, still shooken up from whatever had just happened. It was real, that dark thing was real and he looked like Freddy. "Heather, who hurt you?" He asked softly. "The man- thing that killed her." Dylan said looking to Jessicas casket. It had felled over in the earth quake. Johnny gulped looking at the sky.

Heather sighed sitting in the emergency room. A nurse and Doctor were looking over her hand. "So what happened?" The nurse asked. "I-I slipped." Heather answered looking down. She was still trying to understand everything, she felt like she was going crazy.

"And this happened?" The Doctor asked skeptical. "Did your husband do something?" The nurse asked softly. Heather frowned. "N-No. No really. It happened when the earth quake came." Heather said trying to tell them about it-Without sounding crazy. The nurse frowned. "You mean the one that came a week ago?" Heather sighed.

"NO! The one that happend before- At-At Jessica's funeral!" She snapped at the two girls in the room. "Nothing eles has happened Mrs. Englund. If something with your husband did-." The Doctor started.

Heather pulled her hand free from the nurse. "Nothing happened with Robert! He would never hurt us! It was an earth quake or-or some type of after shock!" She snapped. "Ask my husband, or son, ask Wes or Johnny!" She snapped. The younger woman sighed. "Okay. Just please let me finish." She asked gently taking Heathers hand again. "I think I will ask around." The Doctor muttered, leaving the room.

Dylan was sitting in another room, Robert wanted his son checked over. Johnny was in the room with him to make sure the boy was alright. The Doctor walked in with a smile. "Hello Dylan, your Mother asked me to check on you." She said turning a small flash light on. She had the boy follow the light with his eyes.

"Other than looking like he hadn't slept in days, he's alright." She said turning the light off. Johnny smiled at the boy. "And Heather?" Johnny asked softly. "Mr.Depp, could you and I have a word alone for a moment?" The Doctor asked. "Sure. I'll be right back Buddy." The man said messing with the boys hair.

Wes and Robert sat in the waiting room. "I just don't understand any of this Wes. I get home to all the madness. Jessica, a woman Heather and I have known since Dylan was one, was- is dead. My wifes been hurt twice now  and my son is afride of me!" Robert snapped holding his head. "And now it seems like she is too!" He muttered rubbing at his face.

"They arn't afraid of you Robert." Wes whispered. "Then why won't my son look at me? Why did Heather jump away from me like that!" He snapped, standing quickly from the chair. The other older man sighed.

Dylan blinked and put his head on the wall. "Dlylan, hey Dylan!" A familar voice called to the child. "Jessica?" The boy whispered. "Dill! Dylan, help me!" She called from somewhere out of the little room. "Hurry Dill, please!" She called from somewhere in the hallway, the lights started to flicker. Dylan jumped off the bed and grabbed Rex. "I'm coming Jessie!" The boy called running into the now red hallway.

A janitor paused. "Hey Kid, no running in the halls!" Dylan turned to see an older man. A chill ran down the childs spin.

Dylan screamed and took off down the hallway. "Kids." The man muttered, as he continued to do his job.

Dylan paused when the light changed and the hallway seemed to grow. "DYLAN!" Jessica's voice screamed just as the boy was about to run back the way he had come. "Come on Rex, lets help her." He muttered looking at his toy. The child took a deep breath and started down the odd hallway.

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