When Jacob and I made it up to my room, we hopped into my beanbag chairs to relax a little bit. Jacob then pulled out the horrific glove.
"I'm so sorry that he killed them.", I said. "It's ok. It wasn't your fault. I just wish I didn't lose them the way that I did.", he said. "Do the cops think you did it?", I asked. "I think they might see me as their first suspect", he replied back. We were silent for a moment until Jacob reached over for the remote and turned on the tv. Instead of turning on the news, he turned on Cartoon Network, which was showing an episode of Teen Titans. He turned his head to look in my direction and I looked at him with a small grin.
We leaned over to each other and started to kiss.
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Elm Street
HorrorFreddy returns to Springwood in the year of 2005. Will anyone survive or will anyone fight back one last time?