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I Won't Tell	By : pmad Category: M through R > Nightmare on Elm Street Views: 12584 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the Nightmare on Elm Street movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author’s Note: This story is set around May 1967 - as there are many different time-lines regarding when Freddy was born etc. I am making his age -28 years old so he was born 1938 around September time. While Katherine was born 1962 around March time. I know this may not be correct, but just wanted to clarify/set their ages. Any questions just ask!
Chapter 3: Dirty Secrets
Freddy’s slick tongue slithered out of his mouth as he languidly licked the crimson blood from one of the long blades of his claw. He smacked his lips greedily and cast his eyes down towards the bloodied face of his dead wife. Her skin had been decimated beyond recognition. It was impossible to tell who she was. Deep lacerations were carved over her cheeks, across her forehead and down her slim neck towards her chest.
Scars covered every piece of her skin.
Blood coated every inch of her face. The most notable difference on her face was the two gaping bloodied holes were her eyes were. They were now placed in a dirty jar on his main work bench. He had done a very good fucking job on her face, if he did say so himself.
It was a pity she wasn’t alive so he could relish in her screams.
Such a pity indeed.
Laughing devilishly he discarded his claw from his hand and left it back onto the shelf. He would clean it later and the blood that now stained the ground. Turning around he walked out of his ‘secret room’ into the main basement area to where a small bundle of blankets were situated in the far left hand corner, beside a small tumbler dryer. He lifted two dark black ones and wandered back into his room. Once inside he ventured towards the bench to his left and rummaged through the two drawers looking for thick black duct tape. Gripping the items he turned towards the corpse. Eying the disfigured face of his wife with disdain. “You stupid bitch. It serves you right” he whispered and began on the task of wrapping her body in the blankets.
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Katherine was lazily sprawled on her stomach on her bed, her little legs swinging back and forward behind her as she slowly coloured in one of the pages from her colouring book. An array of coloured crayons were to her left, while clutched in her right hand was a bright yellow crayon as she coloured in the a drawing of the sun. The only light in her room was from a small flowered lamp on her chest of drawers next to her bed. She glanced at the landing, wondering what her father was doing downstairs. Perhaps she could go down and see. Then again that wouldn’t be a wise idea. He did instruct her to go to her room. She didn’t want to disobey him.
She didn’t want to be a bad girl.
She wanted to be good for him.
Maybe if she could listen for him. She wouldn’t have to go downstairs.
Placing down the crayon Katherine pushed herself off of her single bed and tip-toed over towards the doorway, peering into the landing. She strained to hear any sound. There was nothing but silence. Pursing her lips together she was about to turn back into her room until her parent’s bedroom door caught her eye. It wasn’t her parent’s room now, but only her father’s.
She looked over towards the staircase. There was no sign of him. She just wanted one small look into the master bedroom.
Stifling back a yawn, she walked over towards the doorway and turned the handle, pushing it open. Her brown eyes scoured the room, imaging that her mother would be sitting at her dresser in her cream nightgown. She would be brushing her bobbed hair. Perhaps even spraying her favourite rose scented perfume on her neck. She smiled at the memory of her mother spraying some of the perfume on her wrists just the other week. She even showed her how to rub the wrists together to make the scent last for longer on her skin. Sometimes she would even put on her mother’s jewellery - mainly her pearl necklace and bracelet, prancing around the bedroom with one of her hand bags and her high-heeled shoes. Her mother would always laugh and smile whenever she did this. Saying that she was going to grow up to be a beautiful little lady. That all the boys would be chasing after her.
They were happy memories. Something that she didn’t want to forget.
Katherine let out a small sob and closed the door, scurrying back into her room. Wiping at her weary eyes once more and climbed back onto her bed. Her mother was gone now.
And she wasn’t coming back.
Freddy slammed the boot of his red Chevy closed. Concealing the body of his wife inside. Her whole cadaver was wrapped tightly in two black blankets, bounded by duct tape. Luckily the back of the car was parked directly along the side of the house. Several large trees and bushes had shielded him, as he carried her body around the back of his house towards the car. Thankfully, it had grown dark quite quickly. The time now just past 9pm.
The whole street was deathly quiet. Hardly anyone ventured out during the evening time. Especially any children. Just say there was an evening curfew in place. All because of him. The Springwood Slasher. But that didn’t stop him from getting to his children.
He always had a way.
He locked his car, grinning with satisfaction and headed back into his house through the entrance to the basement. He closed and locked the double doors behind him. Hopefully, Katherine would be asleep and he could make his journey towards the Power Plant and get rid of that rubbish, that bitch Loretta.
It didn’t take him long to clean up the blood stained floor in his secret room. After making sure that his ‘secret room’ was securely locked, he ventured upstairs through the house. Checking that all the lights were off and that any plugs were pulled out of the sockets. Quickly, he climbed the staircase to the landing and stopped. He could faintly hear Katherine’s little voice chatting away to herself in her bedroom. He sighed in frustration.
How the fuck was she still awake?
He strolled down towards her bedroom and gently pushed opened the door. A small smirk grew across his face as he peered inside to where she was in the far corner of the room. She sat crossed legged beside a small plastic tea set, pretending to pour tea into three plastic pink tea cups. Beside her were two of her dolls, sitting up straight against the far wall. “Do you want any sugar?” she asked quietly.
Freddy crept into the room and caught her off guard as cleared his throat.
She whipped around to him, “Daddy! You scared me!”
“You should be in bed young lady” he flicked on the bedroom light and stepped further into the room. Crossing his arms, he watched as she jumped to her feet.
“Um” she began hesitantly, “Mommy usually gets me ready for bed. She dresses me in the morning too”
He musingly bit his bottom lip and took a step towards her, leaning his hands on knees as he stooped lower to face her. “Well, I guess I’ll have to get you ready now. Won’t I?”
Katherine smiled brightly and nodded, scurrying past him towards her chest of drawers. “I’ll show you where all my clothes are!”
He chuckled to himself as she pulled out the four drawers, one by one. Then pointed with her right hand at the top two drawers. “They are my socks. My pants. My vest tops and t-shirts are there“ she pointed at the bottom left drawer then to the bottom right. “My nightdresses and pyjamas!”
She wasn’t finished as she skipped over to the built in wardrobe and pulled the sliding door to the right. “Dresses and other stuff are in there!”
Freddy glanced into the wardrobe. He knew where all her clothes were. But he would humour her. “Okay. Now, let’s get you ready for bed. But tidy up first” he gestured behind her towards her toys.
Obediently, she hurried over towards her play set and dolls, gathering them in her arms and placed them in a large pink wooden toy box. Inside were various other dolls, colouring books, teddy bears and other kids toys her parents had bought her over the years. There was one thing about Katherine and that was her parents spoiled her.
She scampered onto her bed and lifted her colouring book and crayons, setting them on her chest of drawers. “Can I pick out my nightdress?”
“Go on” he grinned.
Katherine bounced off of the bed and rummaged through her drawer, lifting out a long ivory nightdress that had small lacy frills at the rim of the dress and along the sleeves. She handed it over to her father who motioned for her to turn around. He knelt behind her and began to unbutton the back of her dress. Once fully unbuttoned he gently pulled her pink dress off of her little frame and then pulled her nightdress over her high outstretched arms. Slowly, he buttoned the top two buttons and gently turned her to face him.
He reached down and unbuckled her black painted shoes, taking them off of her and then rolled down her white socks off of her small feet. One by one. She placed her small hands on his broad shoulders to steady herself.
She straightened up as he began to stroke her hair from her face and began to loosen her red ribbons from her hair, before untying the small black elastic hair bands from pigtails. Freddy set the ribbons and hair bands on her dresser. He kissed her lightly on the forehead. Her hair hung around her face and reached down to about a few inches below her shoulders, emphasizing her big brown eyes. She really was the most beautiful child he had ever seen.
And she all was his.
“Now, that’s you all ready”
“I’ve to brush my teeth!” she chirped.
Freddy rolled his eyes and laughed. “You are going to go to bed for me. Right?”
“Yes, daddy” she nodded once and wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her into his arms. He playfully ruffled her hair and walked toward the bathroom, flicking on the light as he entered. Katherine reached over towards her white toothbrush as her father set her on the bathroom counter top beside the sink.
He handed her the small white tube of toothpaste, waiting patiently for her brush her teeth. She eyed him quietly and then asked, “Are you not going to bed?”
“Yes, I am sweetheart”
“Are you not going to brush your teeth?” she asked innocently, then squirted a small scoop of toothpaste on her toothbrush.
Again Freddy humoured her, “Okay, I‘ll brush mine. But no more messing about, understand? Straight to bed!”
Katherine nodded vigorously and then offered the toothpaste to him. He couldn’t help but smile at her and silently they began to brush their teeth. He turned on the cold water tap and teasingly flicked water with his fingers at her face. She giggled and smiled up at him, her lips all smothered with toothpaste.
“C’mon, hurry up” he ordered.
She lowered her face towards the sink and spat out some of the toothpaste from her mouth, then splashed some water on her lips. “That’s me all done!”
He reached for a small cream towel and wiped away the residue of the toothpaste from her chin and lips, before gathering her in his arms once more.
Once inside her bedroom he placed her in her bed, pulling the covers over her chest. “Now, get some sleep” leaning down he kissed her forehead tenderly.
Before he could leave her side, she tugged his hand. “Daddy, can I ask you something?”
He sighed inwardly, trying to keep his aggravation at bay and looked down at her intently. “Go on, but be quick. Daddy’s getting tired”
Her hands gripped the rim of her bed covers as she stared up at him, “Do all boys and girls get their medicine when they’re bad?”
His eyes furrowed in surprise and slowly he sat at her side. He took a deep breath, replying coldly. “Yes, they do. Any child who is bad gets punished”
“They get their medicine?” she questioned.
Freddy nodded slowly. “That’s right. They get their medicine. All the bad children get their medicine” he smiled knowingly at her. If only she knew the kind of medicine he gave the other children. It was very different kind of medicine from what she was thinking of. He reached down and caressed her right cheek, “So, you know to be a good girl for me”
“Yes, daddy” she nodded.
He smiled sweetly and kissed her forehead once more, “Night baby”
She beamed up at him, “Love you daddy”
“Love you too”
He quickly left her side, switching off both the beside lamp and bedroom light, bending down to gather her dress and socks for the laundry. He gave her once last glance and closed the door over, leaving it opened just a few inches to allow a thin beam of light to enter her room. There was one thing that he knew she hated and that was the dark. She wouldn‘t go to sleep unless she knew the landing light was on.
Quietly, Freddy ventured towards the master bedroom he shared or well used to share with Loretta. Inside he flicked on the light and shut the door behind him. He would wait a few hours before leaving to the Power Plant. Perhaps after mid-night. By that time Katherine would be in deep slumber and he would bring her along with him.
He lay on his bed, taking a deep breath as he tried to relax. What a fucking day! Everything had now changed. It was going to be hard to adjust with Loretta not being about, but he was going to relish every minute of that whore being out of his life. In fact out of both of their lives. He knew the way he wanted to raise Katherine and it certainly wasn’t the way Loretta wanted.
Shoving his right hand into his front pocket he pulled out a small packet of cigarettes and matches, quickly lighting one up. He took a long drag and sighed elatedly. Things were going to change and it would be for the better. For both him and Katherine.
His head rolled to the right, his gaze setting up on the built in wardrobe where the majority of Loretta‘s clothes were. He himself had his own wardrobe tucked in the corner.
Freddy knew that he would have to think of an of explanation as to why Loretta wasn’t about anymore. There were too many nosy fuckers in this town. They were bound to notice her missing. So, he would simply state that she walked out on them. That after so many arguments and fights she packed her belongings and left. If that didn’t satisfy their curiosity then he would tell them to mind their own fucking business.
So, of course he would have to get rid of her clothes and other possessions to make it look like that she did leave them both. However, he also wanted to eradicate every piece her existence from the house. From his life!
Freddy took a few more quick drags of his cigarette and stubbed it out against the wall to his left. Pushing himself off the bed he strolled over to the built-in wardrobe and flung opened the doors. His steely gaze glared at the rail of clothing that belonged to his wife. Then one by one he ripped each garment from the hangers and flung them behind him onto the bed. “Snooping bitch” he snarled, then ripped one of her dresses in a fit of rage. Then another shirt. A skirt. A blouse.
Soon the double bed was covered in torn and tattered clothing. There wasn’t a piece of her clothing left in the wardrobe. He then reached down to gather her shoes, leaving them on the bed as well. There was a small black suitcase against the back wall of the wardrobe. He tugged it out and unzipped it before shoving the torn clothes and shoes into it. Once it was full he zipped it shut and placed it in the corner of the room.
He would discard her belongings another time. She was always cluttering up the room with her stupid clothes, her disgusting perfumes and cheap makeup. He couldn’t wait to get rid of it all.
Stifling a yawn he walked back to this bed and sat down. His blues eyes stared at his hands, thinking back to that afternoon when they were wrapped around Loretta’s throat. Throttling her until she took her last pathetic breath! Her eyes just rolled backwards and he heard a snap. He had not just choked her to death, but had broken her neck in the process. When he heard her neck snap he was so fucking thrilled. He even smiled after it snapped.
The only downside was little princess witnessing it. If only Katherine hadn’t of came back out of the house. He didn’t want her to see that side of him. The dark and twisted side. It was always his wish to keep it hidden from Katherine. She must have heard him grunting as he strangled Loretta and came out to see what was going on. Just like her mother too curious for her own good!
He let out a long deep breath and closed his eyes. One thing was for sure he wouldn’t let her see that side of him again. He was a good father to Katherine and nothing was going to change that.
Nothing.
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The street was deathly quiet as Freddy carried the sleeping body of his daughter to his car. She was wrapped in a grey blanket as he head rested against his chest. When he had carried her out of her bedroom she had stirred from her slumber, but he quickly hushed her back to sleep which didn’t take that long as she was exhausted.
He carefully opened the back door of the car and laid her on the seats, tucking the blanket over her little frame. Gently closing the door he glanced at his watch, the hands reading 1.15am. He couldn’t wait to get this over with so he could get some sleep. It had been a long fucking day!
Pulling up the collar on his brown trench coat he slid into the driver seat and tipped his brown fedora hat back slightly. He took one last glance at his daughter’s form on the back seats and then slowly drove out of the driveway.
Within ten minutes the red Chevy had pulled up outside the power plant. The whole area was shrouded in darkness, making it difficult to discern where the entrance was. But that didn’t faze Freddy as he knew every this place like the back of his hand.
It was his second home after all.
He park the car about ten feet from the entrance. Popping open the boot he reached down and hauled out the cadaver. He grunted as he threw the concealed body over his shoulders and made his way inside the plant.
Manoeuvring through the dark passageways he ventured further into the building and descended a flight of steps until he arrived at his destination. The boiler room. He remembered working at the power plant before Katherine was born. It was a handy enough job. Fixing and amending the boilers and furnaces. The pay wasn’t that great, but at the end of the day it was a job. When the building closed down in March 1963 he didn’t know that he would continue to come here to do his ‘special work’. It was in June of that year that he killed his first little piggy and he knew where to take her. It was the perfect place to bring the children. Dark, scary. It thrilled him to see the little children’s faces as they looked about the boiler room in horror. In fear.
Not knowing that the only thing they should be fearing was him.
He broke out of his thoughts and hastily threw the body to the ground, then crouched down and tore away part of the black duct tape where Loretta’s face was. He pulled the blanket apart to stare coldly at her mutilated face. Smiling devilishly he mockingly kissed her bloodied forehead. “Goodbye Loretta”
Freddy chuckled darkly, his tongue sliding out to lick away the blood from his lips and dragged the body towards the furnace. It wasn’t lit yet. Reaching down he lifted the corpse and placed it inside, slamming the door shut with a sneer. He quickly strolled to the side of the furnace, pressing buttons and within a few seconds flames began to fire up inside the furnace.
Standing back he crossed his arms, a sick smirk carved across his face as he watched the flames burn and scorch the blankets. Next was her body, her skin bubbling and charring before his eyes. “Burn in hell, bitch!”
It was another twenty minutes before he arrived back at the car. He peered inside the back windows, seeing Katherine still out for the count. He smiled and climbed back into the car. As he was about to turn the ignition on he heard a small whimper from Katherine.
Stirring from her slumber Katherine let out a frighten sob as she sat up, wondering where she was. It was so dark. She didn’t like this at all. Her neck craned over towards the front of the car, seeing a figure turning around to her in the driving seat. She recognised that hat from anywhere. She sobbed again, “Daddy!”
He reached out for her, “Come here, baby girl”
She scurried forward, her grip on her blanket tightening as he pulled her forward between the two seats and onto this lap. “It’s too dark daddy. I don’t like it!” her words came out in small sobs.
He reached up above him and switched on a small light. She blinked a few times and adjusted her eyes to the light, grasping his trench coat lightly. He wiped away her tears, hushing her as she whimpered. “It’s okay, princess. Daddy’s here”
She snuggled against this chest and sniffled as he wrapped the blanket around her. Freddy trailed his right hand through her hair, “Go back to sleep”
Katherine lifted her head slowly and peered out the window, into the darkness. “Where are we?”
He smiled to himself. There she goes again. Being too curious. He watched as she straightened up, her small hands leaning on the window as she gazed out. It was so dark, she couldn’t see a thing. “We’re at the power plant. Where daddy used to work”
Her mouth popped open in surprise and she turned to face him, “Oh. I can’t see it. Would you take me here when it’s brighter?”
Chuckling softy, Freddy nodded once. “We’ll see. Now, let’s get you home” he lifted her onto the passenger seat. Tugging the blanket around her she snuggled against the seat, her eyes becoming heavy as she yawned.
He kept the light on as he pulled away from the power plant, glancing at his young daughter as her head leaned against the seat. Her eyes fluttering shut as she drifted back to sleep.
It was past 2am when Freddy arrived back to his home. After placing Katherine back in her bed, Freddy pulled up a chair beside her small chest of drawers and discarded his coat and hat on top of the drawers. He settled into the chair, his ice blue eyes watching his daughter intently as she slept. Her little chest rose up and down, her nimble fingers clutched her blanket to her chest. She was so small. Like a little doll
His little doll.
His doll that he would slowly start to control, twist and manipulate her precious little mind…
Freddy closed his eyes, fatigue catching up with him. He sighed and hoped that she wouldn’t have any nightmares from today. Something as traumatizing as what happened today would be lingering on her mind for what? Weeks? Months? Maybe years?
But he was going to be there each step of the way. Making absolutely sure she kept quiet about it.
He knew that she was very good at keeping her promises. There was so many secrets she had to keep for him.
So many dirty secrets.
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