After the losers had defeated It everything went back to normal. Years pasted and the gang barely ever keep in touch. Ben and Bev had gotten married on a Sunday on the beach. All of the losers were invited to the wedding but on Bill, and Mike showed up. Richie was still mourning the death of his best friend, Eddie. There was a funeral arranged for him and stan. Everyone showed up to both of them. About a month after the wedding Richie sent Ben and Bev an apology letter for not showing up, and a little wedding gift. Ben opened the tiny box that Richie had sent. Inside was a little piece of paper that said "In loving memory of Stanley Uris and Eddie Kaspbrak." Under the piece of paper was a strip off black and white pictures. The pictures were very damaged and dirty, but Ben could tell what it was. The old photographs were of the loser back when they were all kids, back when life was easy, back before It. Ben framed the strip and hung it up on the wall above the TV. The pictures brought back memories, but they also brought back the dreams. The horrible dreams. Ben had went to sleep one night back when he was a kid, after they had fought It. The dream started of normal. Ben was standing on the street facing a big house with a red door. He turned around and saw kids playing in the road, playing jump rope and singing, "One, Two Freddys coming for you, Three, Four better lock your door." Ben looked down the road, there was a tractor trailer speeding down the road. "Hey, kids!" Ben shouted. "Kids!" They were ignoring Ben. Ben ran as fast as he could, he pushed the three girls out of the way, onto the sidewalk. As soon as the girls were on the sidewalk the tractor trailer plowed into Ben. "I'm not dead!" He thought. "Noooo, your noooot." "Ha ha ha ha ha ha." Ben looked up to the man who was driving. His face was horribly burnt, he was wearing a black hat, and a striped shirt, and on his hand was a glove with knifes attached to the fingers. "Oh, looks like this is your stop, ha ha ha ha ha ha." The man stomped on the brakes and Ben went flying away from the truck. When Ben hit the pavement he woke up, sweating and yelling. Ben's mother burst through the door. "Benjamin!" She shouted. "What are you still doing in bed sweetie, it's time get up, get ready for school." Ben thought back to those dreams. Every night up until he was in the eighth grade he had one of those horrible dreams, and in every dream right when he was about to die he'd wake up, and in every dream there was that man, the man wearing the black hat, striped shirt, and he always had that glove with all those knifes on it.
After the man had shown up about three or four times in his dreams Ben did some research on it. He found out that the man's name was Freddy Krueger, he had kidnapped kids and killed them, one day the town found it was him. That day they had started rioting outside of his house. One guy had thrown a beer bottle that was lit on fire and was filled with gasoline into the house. The house burned to the ground in under a few hours. Everyone thought he was dead, but he only came back stronger, and more deadly. Ben also found out that after the town did what they did Freddy started showing up in there children's dreams. Benjamin stared at the pictures, all of a sudden his arm started pounding. Ben grabbed his arm and pulled up his sleeve. There were three deep gashes in his arm, bleeding like crazy.