Elm Street in Springwood, a place that I didn't think much of. However, one day, that all changed.

*Faith's POV*

You've ever seen though sunny days that look a little darker than usual? That was what I felt as the summer breeze hit through just when the movers finished putting in the last of the boxes in the moving truck.

"What's the street?" I heard one of the movers ask.

"Elm Street, that's in Springwood," I heard the voice of my mother reply to him.

I was definitely going to miss being here, even though I felt rather indifferent about the move. I wasn't mad. I was going to miss my friends but at least I would be able to text them.

I just took once more look at the front of the simple stone-built house until I felt a hand touch my shoulder.

I at first assumed it was my mother but I just turned around, only to jump and gasp when it wasn't my mother.

"What the heck, Doug?" I gasped as I heard him laugh.

"Sorry about that," he laughed. "Dad was just telling me that I should scare you, little sis, even though at first, I kinda didn't want to."

I let out a heavy sigh before deciding to laugh along with him.

"Alright, you win this one," I replied, giving him a nudge on the rib.

"Thanks, sis," he said, fixing his straight and messy brown hair. "But I personally wouldn't want to scare you like that."

I smiled at him before fixing my wavy black hair. Even though he was told to occasionally scare me, he was still very protective of me because both of our parents worked during the day. My father was a banker and my mother worked for a spa.

My brother Douglas (he preferred to be called Doug) was nineteen, soon to start as a freshman in college. He was tall and buff with bold hazel eyes that were enough to convince you that you were okay after a bad dream or anything else.

I, Faith, on the other hand, was much shorter, fifteen years old, and soon to start as a sophomore in high school. I had a few curves, a little more than the average "all the right curves" kind of girl and blue eyes.

I turned to my parents who were talking to each other.

My mother, Layla, had an almost perfect figure with most of the curves in their right spots, curly brown hair, and green eyes. Some even considered her the almost ideal Barbie doll type figure, minus the curly brown hair. She was also quite taller than me for sure.

My father, Damien, on the other hand was a little less muscular than Doug but he still was quite tall, although shorter than Doug but taller than my mom.

It was Mom who turned to me, smiling at me, her smile so perfect that it was almost unsettling.

"You kids ready to move?" she asked in an enthusiastic voice.

I turned to Doug, who gave her a nod. I turned back to Mom then nodded to her. I didn't give much thought to moving, other than missing my friends.

"Alright, let's get this show on the road," Dad said. "I know my car is already at the new house—"

"Where exactly is the new house?" I asked curiously.

"It's in Springwood, on a street called Elm Street," Mom replied. "There's some scary tales about it."

My eyes widened in shock. Hearing "scary tales" so casually like that didn't put my mind at ease at all. I had a very active imagination which of course had all sorts of things running through my head.

"We'll discuss it later," Mom suggested. "We'll just head on over there. Your father and I'll head in my car. And Doug, you can take Faith in your truck."

"Oh hell yes, I will," Doug said happily.

"Damn, Doug," Dad chuckled. "No wonder why you've gotten to close to Faith, as to why she leans to you."

Doug chuckled along with him before we waved goodbye that we'd see each other soon.

Springwood was about an hour and a half from this house so I knew it wouldn't be excruciatingly long.

I went ahead and got in the passenger seat of the truck just before Doug got in driver's seat. The drive should be fun, and no, I wasn't being sarcastic.

*Layla's POV*

I turned on the ignition to my car when something rang inside of my head. A story that I remembered quite well, same for my husband. I didn't remember if I had told Doug or not. Faith though definitely didn't know about it.

"Damien," I said, just before I pulled away from the driveway. "Did we ever tell Damien about what had happened on Elm Street?"

"Yes we did, when he was around fifteen," he replied. "What is it, honey?"

"I'm wondering if we should tell Faith about it," I wondered out loud. "I think she should know about it because I'd hate to keep her in the dark about it."

"You're right," Damien replied. "She's already a teenager and it was the teenagers that fell victim to this guy. He's a fucking creep."

I couldn't hold back a giggle that immediately escaped from my lips. Damien can be quite funny with his foul language.

"Oh shit, the kids haven't seen the new house," I gasped.

"Of course they haven't," Damien replied. "It's best to keep it a surprise from them. It's a nice house, honestly. The kids will like it a lot."

"Yes," I smiled. "Good thing we already got Doug signed up for college, and Faith's classes are set. But, who's gonna take Faith to school because she doesn't have a license yet?"

"I'm sure Doug will," Damien replied. "The college that he's going to isn't too far from here. Hell, I'm even surprised that he's starting at a junior college before going to a university but I understand that he wants us to save money. God damn, college being expensive as these days."

"You're damn right," I said. "You and I wouldn't be able to anyway. Besides, I just realized that I've never seen Doug and Faith get into a fight at all in their lives."

"You know how Doug is," Damien said. "He's just protective of his little sister."

I nodded before nudging him on the shoulder. I was certain that this was going to be our entire conversation before getting to the new house.

*Faith's POV*

We were already over halfway through before making it to Springwood, and Elm Street wasn't too far. I was almost nervous though. I didn't know exactly what to expect but at the same time, I didn't expect much.

"Oh seriously? What the fuck bro?" Doug groaned, seemingly to the car in front of him. "You might as well get your ass off of the road! Swerving like that, not on my watch!"

I almost couldn't hold back the bit of laughter. Doug never got angry at me but when he gets angry at all, it was usually at shitty drivers.

"Sorry about that Faith," he apologized. "Bad drivers on the road."

"Not surprising," I smirked. "What else?"

Doug just shrugged in response as I leaned against my seat, pondering quite carefully.

"Have you ever trusted yourself to read really bad fanfiction?" I asked, changing the subject.

"I remember one of my buddies told me about one called 'My Immortal' which I read and it's terrible," Doug replied. "Reading bad fanfiction can mess with your head if you have an active imagination. Even though I don't, the story was wild."

"Understandable," I said. "But now, subject change. Do you have anything thoughts about moving to Springwood?"

Doug seemed to ponder this quite carefully and I didn't want to ask again.

"Springwood shouldn't be too bad," he finally said. "It might seem a little different but hey, I'm in for it."

"I see," I smiled. "At least you seem quite optimistic about it."

He just laughed when I said this. Surely, I knew what he was thinking. He was probably excited to see what we were in for.

Suddenly, some kind of memory began to replay inside of my head, something that Mom said. One that suddenly didn't want to leave my head. I figured maybe I could ask Doug at least what I needed to know for now until it was time for me to know the full thing.

"Um... Doug?" I said, my voice sounding small.

"Yes?" he wondered.

"Remember when Mom said that there was freaky stuff that happened on Elm Street?" I asked.

"Yes," he replied. "Why do you ask?"

"I wonder what she meant by freaky stuff," I said.

"I'll let Mom and Dad tell you the full story but it's some pretty terrible shit that happened many years ago," he said. "I've heard the story and it's the creepiest shit I've heard in my entire life."

"Did you have any nightmares about what you heard?" I asked.

"Only once but it was pretty tame," he replied. "I wasn't massively bothered. It doesn't bother me anymore. But now, the concern is on you. After hearing the story, if you happen to have a nightmare, just know I'm here."

"Thanks man," I smiled. "I feel a little better about that."

"That stereotype when the eldest sibling pretty much tries to tease the shit out of the youngest sibling, fuck that. I'm doing my part when Mom and Dad can't do it in person."

"Of course."

Doug was just about to say another word when I heard a sudden ring tone. It startled me at first before I checked to see if it was my phone. It wasn't.

"It might be my phone," Doug said.

I found his phone on the front cup holder of the car then noticed who was calling him.

"It's Mom," I said.

He gave me a nod to go ahead and answer it. I slid the unlock key to answer the phone. I went ahead and put it on speaker because I was sure Doug would want to hear what Mom had to say.

"Hey Mom," Doug smiled.

"Hey," she replied. "Anyway, we're thirty minutes away from the new house."

"Oh damn, that's closer than I thought," I said, surprised.

"I wanted to tell you that but that's not why I'm calling," Mom said. "Your father got invited to a new welcome party for his new job and I'm also invited. Doug, I know you know the drill but take care of Faith overnight. We'll be back in the new house tomorrow in the afternoon."

"Sure thing," Doug nodded.

They said their goodbyes before Doug hung up.

"Well, damn," he laughed. "Mom and Dad will have to experience being in the new house tomorrow."

"Yep," I smirked.

We continued to head our way to Springwood as Doug and I continued our usual random conversation. It was already fun but the fun would continue on.