** La, la, la, la, la… this is my firstest Nightmare on Elm Street ficy (obviously) so go easy on me, k? *nervous chuckle*. ANYWHO; I don't own Freddy, Elm Street, or any of that stuff and stuff I don't own… I do, though, own a few things… such as Ginny. So, yeah… life is good.

It looked like no one had been there in a hundred years...
  The building was rickety and old... not a very fine place to live. She had heard it had been falling down, previous... falling down before they decided to fix it up and turn it into a boarding place for homeless kids that nobody wanted... and yeah; that was how she summed herself up; a homeless kid that nobody wanted.
  But it's not like with animals – cats and dogs and all – you can't just put 'em to sleep... so, instead, for this place anyway, they'll shove them in that old moldy place on Elm Street… 1428 Elm St.
  Fabulous, she thought. She was holding papers in her hand... her papers; they told who she was and everything... she was tense and her grip was crumpling them. When she realized; she eased up as much as she could stand.
  All my life is on a paper… all I am is in black ink.
  She trooped up the walk way... beginning slowly but her pace quickened the closer she got to the house. She just wanted to take a shower and go to bed... even though it wasn't long after 10:30 (p.m).
  The barely trimmed trees that she still considered overgrown offered strip of darkness and strips of moonlight... all jagid like gashes on the flesh of the grounds. Lashing gashes as if someone had taken multiple knives made of moonlight and cut through the blackness of the branches.
  Eventually, she reached the door and stopped. The glass had been broken out and there was cardboard and sheet plastic stuffed in where it had previously been.
  Ooo, fancy livin'..!
  She knocked on the door.
  Nothing happened.
  Fabulous, she thought once more; Just fabulous.
  She knocked again.
  "Hello," she called. No answer, still. She waited. And then, as she prepared to call again, the door came flying open with such speed and force she jumped and nearly fell right off the steps.
  A very fat woman in her forties with messy auburn/brown fake curls and little round eyes store back at her... dressed in a plain white button up dress and a dirty pink apron.
  "Yeah, what do ya want?" she scoffed. She had a ting of a strange accent in her voice and was only as tall as the girl who stood in the frame... which is bad because the girl was only fifteen and 5"3'.
  And this is our motherly caretaker… not exactly Martha Stuart, ah?
  "Um... I'm," the girl stuttered a little, and then nearly stuffed her papers against the woman's chest.
  The woman's beady little eyes traced over the pages, quickly. "Oh! So you are Miss Genny Jenks..."
  "G-in-ee."
  "Come in, come in" said the woman. "I am Helena Dana... but you call me Helena, if you wish."
  No, no... I think I'll call you Mrs. Dana just fine, thank you.
  Ginny stepped in. "So where's my room?" she asked, almost numbly.
  "Up hall," said Mrs. Dana.
  Ginny blinked. Now, now, you don't need to give me an inch-by-inch walk through…
  She turned to asked for a little more detail but Dana had already scurried away to the kitchen. Ginny sighed and trooped up the stairs... her backpack was getting heavier then any ever known to man.

  Ginny stood up plain.
  The full body mirror on the back of the door was so perfect. Though she found it hard to admire herself...
  She was a scrawny little thing with little and girlish features... dark strawberry hair to end-of-shoulder-blade-length with messy candy blue stripes like Kelli Garner('cept no blonde) and blue/gray eyes.
  Nothing special...
  Her black tank-top and black jeans (that were 4% spandex, woo!) weren't exactly the height of fashion, either…
  Slowly she turned around... and jumped. She hadn't actually looked in the room yet. She had been caught by the full-body-length mirror just after setting foot inside and had kinda forgotten to.
  People... there were people in the room. Three other girls. Allow me to explain;
  There were two bunk beds, each pushed up on opposite sides of the room. Two girls sat on the top bed of the one to her left and one girl sat on the top one to her right. They all turned there heads, almost in unison, at Ginny.
  "Aww, a new recruit," one of the girls, fifteen with short and spiky brown hair and sapphire eyes, purred.
  Ginny would later find out her name was Sapphire. She had been named after those eyes of hers.
  A seventeen-year-old girl with long, flowing blonde hair, bright green/blue eyes, and tanned skin giggled. Her name was TJ. "So who is she?"
  A pale girl, sixteen and 1/2, with shoulder-length red hair and sparkly green eyes behind nice and thick glasses muttered. "I don't know..."
  "Hey, dollie face!" Sapphire called. TJ slapped her knee and blushed. "What's your name, Sweetie?"
  "I, uh... Ginny. Ginny Janks."
  "Well, well, well," Sapphire shot a strange smile to the other girls. "Welcome, Ginny. I'm Sapphire (but Saphy works fine), my perfect friend (just ask her) here is TJ, and that..." she pointed to the red haired girl on the opposite bunk. "... is Mei. Welcome to the club."
  TJ giggled again... Is she drunk?, Ginny wondered.
  But Mei offered a very friendly smile. "You're with me... you can take either bunk you want; I don't care."
  "Mei usually takes the top one," Saphy purred. She always purred.
  "Well then I'll take the bottom," Ginny said, trying to watch them all at once. "I-I don't mind."
  "Alright," Mei sent her that dazzling smile again... but Saphy watched her as if she had plans for her and TJ just sat up there with her hands over her mouth... the only sign that she was smiling was how it touched her eyes.
  "Welcome to the club," TJ said from behind her hands… and Mei shot them both a deadly, deadly look.

  Night time.
  Ginny had trouble sleeping right away... TJ snored. Saphy muttered in her sleep – something about "no more beer" – and Mei was perfectly silent and still as if she were dead.
  Eventually, Ginny did get to sleep... and it was such a deep, deep sleep... that the sleep...
  ... Became real.

  "Helloo," Ginny called.
  No one answered.
  She was in a boiler room... no; more like a boiler building. With metal latters and metal plat forms and mental bars and metal mesh walkways... all over the place.
  How did she get here? She just remembered laying in "her" bed, cursing the way TJ snored and Saphy was right a crossed from her and dreaming of being at a Rave... when she just closed her eyes to rest them and then BANG... she's here.
  "Heeelllloooooo," Ginny cried again. Could she be the only one here? Could she be dreaming? But what type of sick dream would this be?
  She opened her mouth wide and took in a breath to call out again when something interrupted her; causing her to jump and gasp and choke on the sudden inflow of air.
  It had been an odd clang below her... and, suddenly, there was a horrible sound down the metal walkway from her... but it was too far away from her to see it.
  It was like... metal scraping against metal... knives scrapping against one of the metal banisters?
  Yeah... that sounded like it.
  It was right down from her... straight ahead… right down the metal isle... that just-so-happened to be rather high up.
  She waited. Silence. "Hello?" she called, lightly.
  Metal scraping, again. Reeet, reeet, reeet, reeet...
  "Is somebody th-"
  "I'm here," came a deep voice... and she realized the scraping was getting closer... closer... closer.
  Within seconds; she could see it... a hand... a hand, but instead of finger nails, the hand had knives... knives; scraping against the metal banister.
  Slowly; the figure appeared. The next thing to become clear would be the sweater... the dirty red and dark green stripped sweater with a frayed collar... then black pants... then a funny dark hat... then... him.
  Scars. Scars; all over him. All over his flesh. Covering him. Scars. Long, jagid scars. Burn scars. As if he had been burned alive. His hideous teeth were curled into a malicious smile...
  And all of him was clear.
  "I'm here." he repeated... then chuckled.
  "Oh," Ginny forced a pleasant smile to her face that ended up looking just fake and kind of mental. "Hi!"
  He stopped. "Hi?"
  "Yeah."
  "Hi?"
  "Uh huh."
  "You're trying to be friendly?"
  "Yep."
  "You're not scared shitless?"
  "... No." Ginny said slowly.
  "Who in Hell are you?" He seemed homicidally pissed off, then, in just one second flat.
  "Who in Hell am I? Well; I don't know who I am in Hell... but, on Earth and stuff, I'm Ginny. Ginny Jenks. And who are you?"
  He growled, low in his throat. "Fred Kruger."
  "Freddy Kruger, ah? I heard something about you... now what was that?"
  Freddy scrawled... then, in a most freaky of gestures, his clawed hand shot forward, far out from where his arms length should be, shot out at uber fast speeds straight towards her neck.
  Ginny gasped and jerked back but her feet were frozen to the ground. As suddenly as they had fired the claws stopped... less then an inch from the flesh of her throat. Ginny's mouth feel open but she couldn't speak... not with five finger-nail-knives so fatally close.
  Freddy's features twisted into a hideous expression of rage.
  "You"
  He growled... and before Ginny could say a word or do anything his arm was just as it had previously been… and he disappeared... and so did the boiler room... leaving her totally alone and no where; fading into darkness.