A/N: Hi, so this is my first NOES fic, so sorry if it comes out a bit bad. I don't own NOES, I just play with the characters for my amusement.

Elizabeth's POV:

I'm sitting with my parents at a funeral. It's my friend Alice's funeral. It's been a year since she defeated Freddy. None of the parents believed her, none of our classmates believed her either. I did, I was with her through the whole thing.

It was jus finishing up now and the coffin is being carried out of the church. I follow my parents outside and see Dan's mother standing there with Jacob. Dan had gone before Alice. I walk up to her and gave her my condolences. She tries to smile, but I can tell it's forced. I heard at school the other day that she's planning on moving out of town. Probably a great idea, all things considered.

I feel kind of numb inside, like I'm just going through the motions. I go to the cemetery, watch them put her in the ground. I try not to cry, I don't cry. If I do cry, it's definitely not in front of other people, except maybe my best friend Faith.

We're home and I just feel se drained all I want to do is sleep, Freddy be damned. I'm halfway up the stairs when I hear my mother's voice.

"It's going to be time for dinner in half an hour Elizabeth." She says.

"Not hungry." I mumble back.

She gives me a small nod. "Well, I'll set a plate aside for you in case you want to eat later."

"Okay." I respond, barely above a whisper. I make my way to my room, close the door and drop onto my bed. I fall asleep immediately.

I'm standing in a boiler room. My body goes rigid and tense. I know what this means. I heard enough stories from Alice to know exactly where I am. I'm in Freddy's boiler room. Strangely though, I don't see Freddy.

I start walking around trying to find a way out. This place is like a maze of endless walkways and pipes. Then I hear it, a low chuckle echoing through the boiler room.

"Come to Freddy." He says.

I turn around and see a shadow moving towards me from around the corner. I see the outline of a man wearing a fedora; he has long knives on his right hand. He's Freddy Krueger.

I jolt up in bed, covered in sweat. I look at my clock and breath a sigh of relief. It's 6:30 in the morning; I can get ready for school.

A/N: Please R&R!