Chanel Preston sits alone and bored at her desk at school. Soon she drifts off to a fitful rest, murmuring a familiar rhyme under her breath. One, two, Freddys comin for you What follows may be dream or may be real, its hard to tell. Chanel in a long white dress in a dungeon, lost and confused Chanel resting in class, a gloved hand with bladed fingers sliding down her back and up her leg The Monster himself waving those claws in her face Bound to a throne, half-naked, to suck Freddys cock as he laughs at her the blade running across her neck Is it real? Nightmare? Who knows really?