Freddy Krueger's Little Nightmare

Freddy Krueger Is Dead

"Fire!" A man screamed as he trotted down the middle of Elm Street. "Fire! There's a fire in the old boiler room...!" That's strange. Some of the parents weren't around... Where could they be?
Falon was inside helping her mother make cupcakes. Her eyes shifted upward towards the window that ran above the kitchen sink. Chelsea caught notice of this. She whipped around to see the man outside, talking to some of the other neighbors.
"Falon, hunny, stay inside..." Chelsea got up and rushed her way out the front door. Falon watched quietly from the window, her mother seemed to have started a conversation with one of the neighbors.
Sneakily, Falon tip-toed to the front door and quietly opened it. She peeked an eye out from the slit of the door.
"The boiler building, it's gone... I heard Gwen and some of the other parents were going to chase Krueger down." Krueger. That was what made Falon even more interested. She began to carefully slide outside and onto the porch. Freddy managed the boiler room. He always went there for God only knows.
Minutes passed, muffled conversations slipped passed Falon's hearing before she saw Gwen (Nancy's mom), and, Alan (Quentin's dad) drive up in vehicles with some of the other parents.
Alan stepped out from his car, his eyes slits as if he were glaring. He spoke in a deep toned voice. "Krueger is dead. From now on... No one speaks of that name and no one better let their kid(s) remember any memory of him."
The parents nodded in agreement. Sadly, Falon had heard that part, she quickly ran inside, her mother had saw her for only a quick glimpse. The girl fell to her knees, her eyes filled with tears. She screamed heavily as she began to cry. "F-Freddy...!"
Chelsea had to excuse herself from the others. She quickly ran inside to find her daughter on the ground. "Freddy told me to use pain, not feel it." She appeared to be speaking to herself. Out of the pocket of her dress she pulled out a small knife. "If I can't feel pain, Freddy can't either." Violently, Falon plunged the knife into both of her delicate, pale little wrists. Blood began to make a pool on the ground, causing Chelsea to scream. She ran over, scooping her poor Angel into her arms. It was nothing like the way Freddy held her.

"F-Falon... Freddy Krueger is dead.
He doesn't exist anymore.

And he never did. To-- you at least."

That evening, Falon was rushed to the hospital.