Beware! No Heloise in this one, but she's mentioned quite a bit.

"ARGH! Sonofabitch!"

Nightmares from all walks of unlife looked up at the vicious cry, curious but unsurprised. It took only a few moments for them to bore of looking around at nothing, and they resumed what they were doing.

Meanwhile, another Nightmare was struggling with some sort of broken catwalk. His leg had wedged itself between the twisted railing and the catwalk, and he seemed to be spewing words that would make a sailor wash his mouth out.

Freddy Krueger scrabbled around, claws scraping around desperately in an attempt to slash through the pipes. He wasn't actually afraid nor in pain, more along the lines of supremely pissed.

Although is gave him something to do during the day or when nobody was sleeping, maintaining the boiler room was, in short, a bitch. This particular catwalk had been wobbly for months, and he kept telling himself he'd fix it. Until certain events came into play.

Swearing yet again (does he ever stop?), Freddy looked around, examining his leg, the catwalk, and the railing. The railing was bent beyond repair. He'd have to replace it, and it was bent in a squared-off 'S' shaped, crushing his thigh and the bone underneath.

The catwalk itself was bent at a ninety degree angle to the main strip, but that at least was fixable.

His only problem was getting out. He could fix the catwalk in the blink of an eye, but that might rip his leg off, and he didn't feel like waiting half-an-hour for his leg to grow back.

Grumpy and exasperated, he glared at the ceiling as he allowed himself to fall back, the catwalk wobbling dangerously, but fearless Freddy didn't really care.

He thought for a good moment or two, then looked back at the railing. A sharp corner of it was stabbing into his leg behind the knee, drawing up dull green blood. He let his eyes travel up it, looking for any weak spots.

There.

At the corner of the rail, there was a rung bent away from the main metal, revealing the hollow interior. He grinned, pleased, then dragged himself over to the weak spot, careful not to wreck his leg any further. He may have had almost total control over the Dream World, but even he had his limitations.

Reaching up, he grabbed the pipe with both hands, one above the weak point and one below, and pulled as hard as he could. There was a creak, a scraping sound, and then a snap as the rusty railing came apart.

The piece stuck into his leg came looser as it separated from the non-broken part, and he let out a short laugh of victory, then pulled himself up onto a more stable part of the catwalk. He then grabbed onto the pipe twisted around his leg and started pulling it off, tossing the broken railing off to the side.

Resetting his leg and standing up, he waited for his leg to heal fully. Soon he felt his leg straighten up and he could walk properly again. Glaring at the broken catwalk, he snapped his fingers and just like that, it was repaired.

However, just as he was about to leave for another part of the boiler room, something caught his eye.

A piece of blue cloth, trimmed with yellow on one edge, fluttered on the sharp edge of a snapped chain. He glared at it. Her. Storming forward, he reached out with his clawed glove and grabbed the little scrap of fabric with a blade.

He brought it up for inspection. This was definitely the same shade of blue as her hood. It couldn't have been more than an inch in size. He closed his eyes and sniffed the fabric. It had the odor of burning wood, metal and strangely, faintly of egg salad.

Growling, he stuffed the piece in his pocket. He now had something to go on. Titled his head up to the ceiling.

"Oy! Necia! Sybillus! Desdemondo! Get your asses out here!"

There was silence for a good time, then there was a slow crackle as the room started to filled with red and gray smoke. A loud boom sounded, and three skeletal, serpentine creatures came into view, eyes aflame and blue fire flickering faintly in the cracks between the bones.

The Dream demons had arrived.

The middle one glanced over at Freddy, the fire within it's eye sockets glowing blue.

"Why have you summoned us, Fredrick?"

It's voice sounded female, and it was slimmer than it's companions.

Freddy shrugged, then held out the cloth to them. "I'm bein' stalked by some sort of ghost. I can't get rid of th' bitch, and she's startin' to fuck around with my stuff. This was caught on a chain nearby. Think you can give me a little help?"

The three looked at each other at the mention of a ghost. Then one with emerald-coloured flames in it's eyes spoke to him.

"You are being stalked by a ghost? Are you sure?" This one was male.

Freddy lifted a non-existent eyebrow. "I'm bein' serious here. I even stabbed th' bitch and she just upped and walked away."

The trio started jabbering amongst each other, and much to Freddy's frustration, in ancient Latin.

Then the final one of the three, with red fire in it's eyes, swam up to him.

"A ghost in this realm can only mean one thing, Freddy."

Freddy looked over at the other two, who were also glancing nervously at him. "What do ya mean Desdemondo?" He found himself almost afraid to ask.

Sybillus inclined his head. "A poltergeist is haunting you, Krueger."

Although he was confused, he was also worried. "Polterwha?"

Necia made a sighing sound, though it sounded more like a hollow bellow due to the fact that the creature lacked lungs.

"A poltergeist is a demonic spirit like yourself, except on a smaller scale. They are merely pranksters and troublemakers. They have a habit of stalking one particular person or even another spirit and sticking with them.

"However, a poltergeist usually stick to the physical realm, and don't come into the Dream Realm. Though they aren't usually types for following rules, they do have some idea of boundaries. In total, we have only five poltergeists in the Dream Realm."

Freddy frowned. "So I'm being stalked by a minor demon who obviously doesn't give two flying fucks about the pecking order and just wants to annoy the fuck outta me?"

Sybillus dipped his head. "Indeed. All she... You did say it was female, right? I thought so. So this poltergeist, as she wants to do is... Oh, what's a term today's teenagers would use?"

Necia and Desdemondo looked at each other. "Troll...?" Offered the female demon.

"Thank you Necia. All this poltergeist aims to do is troll you. What you have to do is find a way to troll her back... Can we see that cloth?"

Freddy shrugged and handed it over. "Sure. I was gonna use it to give the hounds something to go on."

The demon with emerald 'eyes' levitated the cloth over to it, and sniffed it. "You're sure this is hers?"

The lesser Nightmare nodded, using his sleeve to clean his blades.

Sybillus passed the cloth to the other three. "This smells distinctly of hate and anger. Two emotions we usually feed off. It also smells strangely of egg salad."

Freddy smiled, but shrugged. "I had nothing to do with it. I thought it was weird too."

Desdemondo snickered to himself. "You're going to have your hands full, Freddy. As the teens today would say; There's a 100% of shitstorm and it's headed right this way!"

They passed the cloth back to him, and the red 'eyed' demon's laughter soon set off the other two, and the trio disappeared one-by-one.

Swearing, Freddy punched a boiler.

Looks like he was on his own this time.

Yay for Dream Demons! Those three are fun to write. I gave them all Latin and Greek names. Fun fun. :D

Necia (Fiery or Passionate)- Although the most serious of the three, she's also the one that grants Freddy the ability to manipulate emotions and utilize the victims worst fears. She's the last to start laughing and the first to stop. She's the one with blue 'eyes'.

Sybillus (Prophet or Seer, Male version of Sybil)- The most knowledgeable of the three, and grant Freddy the power to dreamwalk and see into the realm of Dreams and his victims fears. He has green 'eyes'.

Desdemondo (Of the Devil or demonic, Male version of Desdemona)- The most mischievous of the three. He allows Freddy to kill through Dreams, allow limited control over the physical world, and attributes to his ability to survive outside the world of dreams. Usually the first to start laughing and the last to stop. He has red 'eyes'

And why yes, Heloise is a poltergeist. A nasty one at that. She's still only a troll, but Freddy's gonna have trouble with his new enemy.

Still no Nancy yet, sorry. :)