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

Why is it that a present generation must pay for the one gone before? Sins of the father and so on, sins which came out of need, out of defense, sins that have a price.

You will never sleep again for you know that once you do then he will come, he will take you to his world where he will play with your mind, torture your soul, and end your life. Revenge for what indeed came before.

Who can you tell? Where will help come from? No one will believe you. They will think that you are insane. You need that help; you need the sleep for you cannot go on much longer than this, not like this. One way or another he will come for you in your dreams, always in your dreams.

Three ... four ... better lock your door.

When something outside is trying to get in, can you really stop it if there is nothing it won't do to get inside? Perhaps it already is inside, waiting, watching, taking pleasure from watching you squirm, taking pleasure in preparing to unleash a horror that had been dormant for years. They say if you die in your dreams you die for real.

How can you fight what you can't see? How can you tell what is real from what is not? What can you do when a dream becomes a real-life nightmare? It is a coming, he is a coming.

Five ... six ... grab your crucifix.

Unholy, undead, when the darkness comes can you really fight it with light? Where are your friends when you need them most? He has come for them already, taunting you, making you see when no one else or very few others can see, playing with the lives of others just to further torment your soul.

Make him pay, return the pain tenfold. It's his pain that has brought him here and it is a pain he feeds off from. Pain is not his tormentor; it is his friend, his only friend.

Seven ... eight ... gonna stay up late.

With what friends you have left, those whose lives have not already been claimed, a plan is hatched, sleep together, enter the one dream ... together, and work as a team to bring him down. A clever strategy or so one would think. It can only delay the inevitable, give him time to do more damage, give him power to bring his world into ours.

Justice had been sought and his life had been taken, burnt to death, but his soul, if he ever had one, had not been killed, it had not died, can it ever? Will it ever?

Nine ...ten ... never sleep again.

You sleep, you die, and he goes on, forever continuing. Freddy, he is coming for you.