The terrifying heavens inside the box

As Glenn walked out of the antique shop, he glanced back at his girlfriend.

"What should we do now? Should we really go looking for Freddy's body, and the priest and nun?"

Nancy shook her head. "I think there's someone who knows where Freddy's body is... We need to figure out how to completely eliminate Freddy first."

Then she looked at Glenn: "But the question is, can the priests and nuns in our town really exorcise a psychopathic killer who can appear in our dreams at any time?"

"If it really worked, since our parents always knew Freddy was the killer, why didn't they ask the priests and nuns for help?"

Glenn, stroking his chin, guessed, "Because they took the lynching on Freddy, they can't, or rather, they've already tried, but it was no use."

Nancy shook her head at him: "I don't know! But anything is possible, so we can't go to the priest or nun either. If this gets out, it could send our parents to jail."

Glenn sighed. "You're right."

"But then we'll have to rely on ourselves."

Upon hearing this, Nancy instinctively reached for the mirror.

"No!"

"Glenn, do you remember what they took from Freddy that night?"

Glenn scratched his head upon hearing this. "To be honest, I'm more afraid of that alien-like thing that could even capture Freddy than Freddy."

"...You wouldn't be planning to ask that thing for help, would you?"

Nancy shook her head, then frowned. "I'm wondering, if we really bring Freddy back into reality, will that thing reappear and kidnap him again?"

Glenn shrugged. "If we can actually capture Freddy, it might be a good thing. At least last night was the best sleep I've had in a while."

Hearing this, Nancy's brows relaxed: "You're right! Let's not think about that now, let's wait until we find the body."

"And then?" Glenn was curious about what idea she had come up with.

"Since Old Chen says that the corpse might be the key to dealing with Freddy, what if we completely destroy it? Or use it to threaten him?"

Glenn's mouth gradually opened wider; he hadn't expected Nancy's idea to be so bold.

"Glenn, let's go find Freddy's body first."

……

The two drove back to Nancy's house, where Maggie was preparing dinner. Upon seeing them enter, she first greeted Glenn, then asked Nancy:

"Why are you so late today?"

"Mom! There's something very important! Do you know... where Freddy's body is hidden?"

Maggie's hand trembled, and the plate containing dinner fell to the ground.

"Nancy, Freddy is dead. You don't need to worry about it anymore."

She lay down on the floor and picked up the broken pieces of the plate.

Nancy also crouched down to help her mother pick up the broken pieces of the plate.

"Mom! This is very important!"

Seeing her daughter's determined and earnest gaze, Maggie sighed.

"After Freddy was burned to death, it was your father who was in charge of disposing of his body."

Nancy clenched her fists, then relaxed them, reaching out to hug the person in front of her.

"Thank you, Mom."

After helping Maggie clean up the broken pieces on the floor, she and Glenn were just about to leave for the police station. Just before leaving, Nancy suddenly turned back to look at her basement.

"Hey! Nancy, where are you going?"

Seeing his girlfriend run downstairs, Glenn, who was about to step out the door, hurriedly returned.

Then, in the pitch-black basement, four gleaming, cold claws flashed by.

"My God! It's Freddy!"

"Glenn, stop calling, it's me!"

Looking at the knife-wielding gloves in Nancy's hand, he swallowed hard. "You, how did you get these?"

I'll tell you later.

The two left the house and drove hurriedly to the police station.

By then, it was already dark outside.

The lights were still on inside the police station, and the two went to the sheriff's office.

"Oh, my dear daughter, you've come! But shouldn't you be at home right now? It's too late, and you... Glenn."

Sheriff Thompson gave the two men a scrutinizing look, his expression somewhat complicated.

"Dad, we need to talk to you."

Nancy asked directly, "Where is Freddy's body?"

Upon hearing the name, the sheriff's eyes sharpened instantly.

"Hey! Kid, what are you talking about?"

Nancy knew all along that her father wasn't so easy to deal with.

"Freddy's started killing again, isn't he? You know it, you've always known!"

The sheriff frowned. "Who told you all this... Maggie?"

He quickly realized something and looked up at the two children in front of him.

"Now that you know, you should go home. Freddy is dead; he can't possibly be out committing crimes."

Nancy slammed the knife and claws she had brought out onto the table.

"So it doesn't matter if we die?!"

This shout immediately silenced the sheriff's office and the area outside.

Sheriff Thompson touched his forehead.

He looked up at his daughter after a long pause: "Nancy, what exactly do you want to do with Freddy's body?"

"Stop him...or kill him!"

Hearing this, Sheriff Thompson's brows furrowed even more.

……

A dozen minutes later, the three of them arrived at the junkyard.

"It's that red Cadillac."

"Oh, cool, I have one too!" Glenn said, looking at the old Cadillac crammed into the junkyard.

"Thank you, Dad."

Despite the other person's unfriendly attitude, Nancy still hugged them.

Sheriff Thompson sighed. "We just hope... you won't hate us in the future."

No, it won't.

Nancy replied hastily, then watched as Glenn used a shovel he'd taken from the police station to pry open the trunk of the red Cadillac.

Sure enough, there was a corpse wrapped in rags inside.

However, at this very moment...

"Nancy, something seems off?"

Glenn stopped what he was doing and looked around warily, while Nancy subconsciously took out her mirror.

The next moment, all the wrecked cars around them came to life.

The worn-out wheel rims began to turn, and the headlights flashed on and off, illuminating the three people.

"Nancy, Glenn, what's going on?!" Sheriff Thompson nervously reached for the gun at his waist.

next moment.

"Bang!"

A gunshot terrified the two children.

"Get out of there quickly!"

Hearing the sheriff's shout, the two men noticed that the charred skeleton had actually stood up from the trunk.

His jawbone clattered loudly, as if it were emitting Freddy's signature grotesque laugh.

The two moved away instantly.

The skeleton nimbly flipped out of the trunk and quickly approached them.

"Get behind me quickly!"

But he was stunned when Sheriff Thompson finished shouting.

Nancy frantically raised the mirror and pointed it at the skeleton, freezing the charred body in time.

Glenn also took the opportunity to draw his sword from his lower back and slash out. Every time the wooden sword landed on the bone, a wisp of pungent white smoke rose up.

Seeing the two children displaying their prowess, the sheriff hesitated, then turned to look at the skeleton.

"It really is you!"

Suddenly, the bones scattered into a pile and fell to the ground.

"Is he... dead?" Glenn asked, wiping away a bead of cold sweat.

Nancy shook her head.

Thompson was about to put away his gun when he stepped forward to ask what was wrong.

Suddenly, the charred remains on the ground stood up again. Taking advantage of the two children's unpreparedness, the remains knocked the things out of their hands and then grabbed the two children by the neck.

"I killed you! You bastard!"

After saying that, he fired several shots.

But the bullets had no effect on the bones, which only enraged the attacker.

Nancy and Glenn were thrown out one after the other, crashing heavily into the surrounding wrecked cars.

The skeleton walked quickly toward Sheriff Thompson, who was reloading his gun.

It grabbed the man, flung him away, and slammed him into the sharp metal tail fin of the wrecked Cadillac, piercing through his chest.

"No!"

Nancy had just staggered to her feet when she saw the scene before her. Her face turned pale, her eyes reddened, and her heart was filled with despair.