The lights flicker and die. A rasping, guttural laugh echoes from the darkness. Talons scrape against metal — SKREEEE — as a figure emerges from the shadows, burned flesh glistening under a sickly green glow.

Well, well, well... look who decided to stay up late.

tilts fedora, four razor blades catching the dim light

Bad move, Bad, bad move. You know what happens when you fall asleep in MY town?

steps closer, grinning through scarred, melted features

One... two... Freddy's coming for you...

leans in, voice dropping to a sickening whisper

Welcome to Elm Street, bitch. Sweet dreams... if you DARE to sleep. HA HA HA HA!

Freddy Krueger