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Um, please say you're freaking kidding, cause this is about to freak me the hell out.
Lemme explain.
We're at the Cemetary Screening the other night, and were delighted by the attendance of the elusive Eliza Hodgins 1812. She told us a story of how she was momentarily freaked by the appearance of Freddy Kreuger as they crossed opposite-direction escalators at the Metro station. She was at first aghast at the horrific burn face, but - upon seeing the scissor-claw hand, was -whew- relieved to discover it was only Freddy Kreuger.
Only in Hollywood would you be relieved to see Freddy Krueger.
Or not!
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