Lily Krueger is the daughter of the infamous Springwood Slasher, Freddy Krueger. After that tragic night in the boiler room, Lilith comes back from the dead fourteen years later. She blends back into society, where she meets Glen Lantz. She soon fin...
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Winter 1964
Springwood was the type of old fashioned town where every neighbor knew each other, and everyone felt safe leaving their doors unlocked at night. Everyone was invited to the neighborhood barbecue, and it wasn't uncommon to go across the street and ask for a cup of sugar. A perfect utopia for the suburban family, no matter how average or unique.
A part of the community died when they found the remains of a little girl, mercilessly tossed in a field on the outskirts of town. Springwood had never had dealt with such a terrible murder, and it frightened everyone. No one leaves their doors unlocked anymore, and people slowly began to realize that you can never truly know someone.
Everyone has secrets. Everyone has a past.
Lily Krueger was only thirteen, but she had to feel grown-up feelings. Clad in a black dress to symbolize her mourning, she slowly walked up the steps of the Thompson family home. The living room was full of neighbors, friends, and family of the Thompson's who were grieving the loss of their beautiful five year old daughter.
In Lily's hands was a casserole she made herself. She looked into the red and watery eyes of everyone in the room and reciprocated the emotion. Her lips twitched down into a frown as she walked into the kitchen to set her dish down on the counter, joining all the other dinners and pies people brought for the Thompson's.
Marge Thompson was standing by the refrigerator, dabbing her running nose with a handkerchief. She sniffed and looked up at Lily when she entered the room, and she took a deep breath for her. Seeing Lily reminded her that her daughter will never get to be her. She will never see her graduate high school, and she will never see her walk down the isle. She will never get to grow up and experience life. Her life was taken from her, by someone who she assumed was a stranger. Little did she know, her daughters murderer was her neighbor.
Lily noticed Marge and walked over to her after she set down her casserole that was wrapped in foil. Lily babysat for Marge, often watching her daughter on the weekends while Marge and her husband went out for dinner. She attended soccer games, and her school functions. She became a part of the family.
"I'm terribly sorry," Lily said. She gave Marge a hug, which Marge was thankful for.
Marge smiled at Lily gently, making a tear trickle down her flushed cheek. Lily was like a member of the family, as she was for many other families on Elm Street. She was a popular babysitter.
"Me too," Marge said with sorrow. Her eyes lingered to the drink but she immediately stopped herself. She had a past of abusing substances, but now she had to take care of herself for her second daughter, Nancy. Marge was pregnant, but she could never replace the child she lost so young.
