Jenna’s phone lay on the nightstand. The screen flickered, then displayed a single line of text:
Julian woke up.
Julian spun around. Standing ten feet away—at the end of the impossible industrial hallway—stood the man in the red and green sweater. The fedora cast a shadow over his scarred, melted face, but the eyes were visible. They were hungry. nightmare on elm street how many
"How many...?" Julian gasped, blood filling his mouth. "How many... times... have you done this?" Jenna’s phone lay on the nightstand