I just had a thought of a future scene in the story. How would you guys like it, if a Girl Scout rang the door bell only to be answered by one of the killers? Review with answers of whom you'd like to answer the door. I'm thinking either Freddy, Pinhead, Jason, Michael, or Creeper. I keep wondering who will be the better pick, but I cannot decide! HELP!
Pinhead: Was that a cry for help, that I heard? *stares at front door*
Me: Oh no, Pinhead. I was just asking my readers to help me out on something.
Freddy: *runs in, seeming darkly excited* Who screamed?
Me: I DID NOT, scream.
Freddy: *looks amused* Oh? What scared you off this time, sweetheart?
Me: Do. Not. Call. Me. Sweetheart. Krueger.
Freddy: *snickers*
Jason: *walks in, looking around*
Me: Before you write anything on your chalkboard, Jason. The noise was me, asking my readers something important.
Jason: *tilts head*
Creeper: *pokes head in* I smell something, very, very, good. Sugary. *licks teeth*
Doorbell: DING DONG!
Me: COME IN!
GirlScoutAmy: Hi! Would you like to buy some of my, Buttery Goodness, Peanut Butter Cookies?
Freddy: *chuckles darkly, walking over to the child* Hello there, piggy.
GirlScoutAmy: Okay, freakshow, back it up!
Freddy: *roars* WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME, YOU LITTLE SHIT?
Me: Uh, let's get back to the story. :)

They looked serious, looking back at the main floor.
Then they looked back at me.
"Well? Are you going to answer it?"
Asked PennyWise, crossing his arms.
I pushed past them, and went down the stairs, wondering who the fuck was dumb enough to ring the doorbell at the, House of Horrors.
They watched from the railing. I looked back at them, and pulled on the knob.
Surprisingly, it opened.
I felt wonderful fresh air, slap me in the face, as I saw the neighborhood, all happy and free.
"Oh, hey, I heard you just moved here."
Said a guy who looked about seventeen. He had green eyes with messy black hair, and wore a gray hoodie with some, NIKE shorts.
I was glad to be around another human.
"Um, yeah, I guess so."
I shrugged, tense.
"Well, I'm Riley, and I'm your neighbor."
I stared at him, thinking how I was supposed to tell him that I needed help without those people knowing about it.
"Oh, sorry, I'm Jennifer."
I snapped out of my daze.
He held out his hand, and I chose to accept the handshake.
I jumped as I felt something sharp against my back. Riley jumped, too.
"What's the matter?"
He asked, noticing me tense up.
"Oh, no-nothing,"
I stammered, glancing at Freddy behind the door, pressing his claws into my back.
"It gets cold in here, a lot. You know, d-drafts and everything."
I lied, shuddering from the cold talon.
"Oh, well, okay."
He nodded, seeming to relax again.
I glanced at Freddy, who whispered to me in a barely audible voice.
"You better not rat us out, bitch."
I looked at Riley, and plastered a fake smile on my face, when really I was screaming on the inside.
"Well, it was nice to meet to you, Riley."
He smiled back, nodding.
"You too, Jennifer."
Riley turned to leave, but then faced towards me again.
"Oh, um, me and my parents heard some screaming last night, and this morning. What was that about?"
My eyebrows shot up my head.
I can't believe he heard me.
I thought, surprised that I excist to other people.
A talon pressed harder into my back, and I cringed, biting my lip.
"Oh, well, me and my sister were watching a scary movie marathon, and a few parts scared us, that's all."
I said, quickly, wanting Riley to leave so that Freddy would get his daggers out of my skin.
"And this morning?" He asked, curious.
I cursed the fact that he was a friendly neighbor.
"You know my sister, always melodramatic."
I laughed, nervous.
Riley nodded.
"Well, see you around."
I nodded, and closed the door before he could mention anything else.
I smacked away Freddy's arm.
"I'm not stupid!"
I defended.
"You think I want to die?"
Candyman came from down the stairs.
"That was a class A act, Jennifer." He congradulated.
Chucky came down the stairs, also.
"You could of fooled me." Grinned Chucky.
I glanced at Freddy, who was smirking as always for some creepy reason, and went up the stairs to the bathroom.
Walking past them, I slammed the door.