How's this for a Wet Dream? [Nightmare On Elm Street]

Chapter 1: Unnatural Desires

Staring up at the ceiling as Iay in bed, I wondered if the stories were true.  Lately there had been a lot of...well, weird things going on. Other students had been acting strange. Quite a few of them were complaining about vivid nightmares, all of which seemed to be about the same thing...the same person. A dirtily dressed man with horrible burns and a hand made of razors. All of the dreams started out differently, but all ended in the same place...a boiler room in some sort of factory or power plant.

Until today, there hadn't been a name put to this man or creature- whatever he was. They informed us today that one of my close friends, Amy, had died in her sleep. The cause was unknown...or at least it hadn't been released... But my best friend, Phillip, who had also been her boyfriend, had gone over to her house early that day to pick her up for school as he always did.

Just as he got there, a police officer pulled into the drive. Panicking and not wanting to be pushed out of the way, he burst into the front door. Amy's mom was sitting in a dining room chair with her husband standing over her and rubbing her shoulders. He wasn't crying though it was obvious that he was barely choking the tears back. When he saw the boy, he shook his head and started to speak, but Phillip wasn't focused on that. He was worried as to why her mom was crying...into his girlfriend's favorite blanket. His gut sank and his vision tunneled. He knew something was horribly wrong.

No words were exchanged. The only sound heard in the house was the mother's sobs before Phillip rushed up the stair case, ignoring the father's yells for him to stop as he chased after. Phillip scurried straight to his girlfriend's bedroom and barreled through the door that was all but closed. There, within those walls, he saw her, laying still beneath a tattered and bloody sheet on her bed. Shock didn't overcome him until he tore the stained white sheet from her body to see her naked...motionless...with a message cut and seared deep into the flesh on her back.

FREDDY'S HOME

Phil grabbed hold of her, trying to roll her over. To wake her. To hear her speak or see her move at all. Anything. But she only laid there...a slowly cooling corpse as her boyfriend screamed frantically...desperate for it all to be an elaborate prank... However, as the slain girl's father took hold of the boy's shoulders from behind, attempting to drag him away, his tears fell heavily...and he broke.

Phil had said he apparently blacked out after that. The next thing he remembered was being in the back of an ambulance and handcuffed with blood on his hands and a terrible headache. He was never actually arrested though he was told later that he had shoved Amy's father to the ground and proceeded to attack an officer that had come in and went to get him away from the crime scene. His own parents obviously didn't want him going to school the next day, but being the person he was, he ignored them and attended classes anyway.

"Freddy."

I whispered the name to myself as I turned onto my side. I wondered how much of what was going on was real and what parts were in everyone's heads. I mean, dreams were just unconscious thoughts and everyone had bad dreams now and again, right? So could it not just be that a description of this man been told and then passed around and that's how so many people started dreaming about him? That would make sense though it did sound a bit like one of those sci-fi type weapons the military conjured up to attack enemies or the government used to control people. Ha! Look at me sounding like a conspiracy theorist!

But people were dying... kids... teenagers... Fuck, Amy was dead. There was no denying that. Not to me. There was no way Phil would have lied about something like that- something so graphic. He loved Amy. They had been together for a couple years even and had known each other longer... Mind-control conspiracy theories aside, of course. He was pretty smart, but I don't think that Phil was even creative enough to concoct such a story if he wanted to or subconsciously through suggestion... Was Freddy the man she had been dreaming about? That everyone had been dreaming about? Or was he just some neighborhood sicko who decided to show himself around the same time as these nightmares? Or some sort of sick fairy tale?