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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
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Chapter 5
Five days later…
Saturday Morning 27^th May 1967
Freddy stood hunched over the metal honing device, the wheel turning at a frantic pace as he held one of the bladed gloves towards the wheel. Sharpening it. He smirked coldly as he lifted the blade, placing another onto the wheel. After thirty seconds he continued onto the next blade, then again another thirty seconds passed until he worked on the next blade. He slowly took his right foot off of the metal and smiled darkly at the claw.
Slowly, he pulled on the glove and then delicately dragged a blade along his left palm, testing its sharpness. He chucked as it nicked his skin without any pressure being placed on it, “Perfect”
He turned around and dragged a single blade against a metal pipe that aligned the ceiling. There was a low screech. A sound he always loved to hear. Well, that and the screams of the children.
He flexed his claw once and withdrew it from his hand, placing it back onto the shelf amongst his other gloves. He eyed each glove carefully, remembering how he callously used each glove to kill the children. He did like to use a little variety while doing his ‘special work’. But deep down his favourite glove was the bladed glove. He even made a duplicate that was safely stowed away in the power plant.
He ventured back towards the bench, eying the two large scrap-books he had in the far corner. One was nearly full of his murderous transgressions over the last four years. The other was empty, ready to be filled with fresh new newspaper articles, pictures of the children and descriptions of how they were to be killed. He knew himself that there was no way he could or want to stop killing, there such a rush, a feeling of ecstasy when he held the life of the children in his hands. Destroying it in a split second. It thrilled him, excited him so much. He loved playing god. And that was what he was.
A god.
Freddy chuckled darkly at his thoughts and sat on the wooden chair, his ice blue eyes falling upon the small black framed photograph of Katherine. It was taken on her 5^th birthday on the 2^nd March. He had paid the extra money to get the photo printed out in colour. Her face smiled brightly at the camera, while her dark blond hair was tied back in the two red ribbons. The way he liked it.
Sighing, Freddy knew that he had to sit her down today to discuss about her going back to school on Monday. To let her know what was expected of her. For the last four to five days he had constantly talked to her about what had happened last Sunday. Repeating over and over that she had to keep her promise. It was what families did, what fathers and daughters did. They kept each other’s secrets. They kept promises for each other. He explained that they had a family secret. No one else was meant to know. It wasn’t any of their business.
To his delight his plan of manipulation and distorting her mind was working. She was so gullible, so trusting. Hanging on every word he said.
Of course, he knew that she knew her mother was dead. She wasn’t that naïve or stupid. Hell, she even had one or two nightmares this week about it. It had taken him nearly an hour each time to get her back to sleep. But nonetheless he had meticulously planted in her mind the idea that what her mother did was wrong. That when her mother went snooping into his room that she had to pay the consequences. He had told them both over the years about staying out of the room. He made it clear that disobedience was something he didn’t like at all.
He was the master of the house.
Katherine knew it!
Ever since Katherine was a young age, perhaps two or three years old he would always explain to her what ways to behave - actually how he wanted her to behave. It was controlling in a certain way. He was firm with her, but yet so persuasive and with tenderness. Buying her want she wanted, showering her with gifts. But he constantly reminded her that she had to obey him.
It was a balancing act.
He knew that she would do anything for him, that she would listen to every word he said to her.
Therefore, he was warping her fragile mind so much over the last few days that she was slowly starting to understand that what happened to her mother was the right thing to do. Well, that was the way HE wanted her to think. And the idea was sinking in, starting to become embedded in her muddled little mind.
Well, why wouldn’t she believe him?
He was her father all. They shared a unique bond. They still had that father/daughter connection.
The last week with her being off school and spending literally nearly every minute in his company - by either playing their little games in the garden or in the house, was strengthening their connection.
Making it more intense, deeper.
That was the main reason for keeping her off school, to control her thoughts, her way of thinking and make her believe every word he was saying. He was very good at playing mind games. Especially with little children.
Placing down the photograph, he rose to his feet and left the secret room, locking it behind him. With a deep sigh he began to climb the stairs, wondering what mess Katherine was making in the kitchen with her paints. He had left her there for the last hour while he went about his business in his room.
He pushed opened the door, a laugh of disbelief coming from him as his eyes laid upon her. She sat at the kitchen table, a large grey painting blanket sprayed across the table. On top were three to four A4 pages placed in front of her, to her right were her small tubs of paints and a small jar of water that contained two small thin brushes. In her right hand was another brush, the bristles covered in red paint. She slowly coloured in what appeared to be part of a sweater. Her face was stern, full of concentration as she painted. An old kitchen apron was wrapped around her waist, covering her pyjama bottoms.
Freddy smiled and walked towards her, “What you painting, princess?”
She lifted her gaze up, her right cheek covered in speckles of red, green and black paint, “A picture of you” she leaned back slightly, allowing him to see more clearly.
He studied the picture and grinned again. There he was. His red and green jumper, brown trousers, black boots and his brown hat. “Well, aren’t you the little artist!””
Katherine smiled, feeling proud. “Do you really like it?”
“I love it!” he bent down to lift it up and handed it to her, “What about you keep it in your room and you paint me a picture of you?”
“Do you want me to paint it now?”
“Not now, maybe later this evening. You need to get yourself bathed. Then I need to talk to you about something very important” he paused. He also needed to pick out his next little piggy. He was growing a little frustrated. He needed a quick release and soon, “How about we go to the park this afternoon?”
She dropped the paint brush onto the table, standing to her feet on the chair in excitement. “Really daddy?”
He laughed and steadied her on the chair, placing his hands on her shoulders. He didn‘t blame her for being all ecstatic about getting out of this house. He was sure that she was getting a little annoyed for not being out with her friends. He was eager to get outside too. Back on the hunt. “Steady now or you will fall off the chair. Yes, we’re going out. But get yourself upstairs and ready for a quick bath. You are covered in paint!”
She reached out for him as he placed her on the ground, grinning up at him as he untied the apron from her waist. He beckoned her upstairs, “Go on. I’ll be up in five minutes to bath you. I‘ll leave this in your room” he gently took the picture off of her.
Nodding once she scampered towards the staircases and bounded up towards the bathroom at the top. Freddy sighed and turned back towards the mess Katherine had made. He began to lift the remaining pictures, one which was of their home with it’s green tiles, red door and large windows. The next picture well, it wasn’t really a picture anymore. Whatever she was painting was all scribbled out. He securitized it and frowned. He could see the flowered dress and short bobbed hair clearly beneath the black scrawls of paint.
She had painted Loretta, then tried to paint it out.
With a scowl he marched towards the staircase then stopped at the bottom step. He took a deep breath, he couldn’t be angry at her. That was the last thing he wanted to do, not just after what had happened this week. He had to keep getting her to trust him. But of course he would ask her why she drew her mother.
Exhaling slowly he continued up the steps and stood in the doorway of the bathroom, staring intently at her. She was now stood in her vest top and panties, waiting at the bath for him while her pyjamas were placed in the laundry basket. Her eyes glanced at the two pieces of paper in her hand. One of her father and the scrawled out painting of her mother. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly in surprise and a little apprehension.
He calmly stepped towards her and crouched down showing her the painting of Loretta in full, “Where you drawing a painting of your mommy?”
She gulped and shifted nervously on her feet, “I was just painting away, I didn’t mean to paint her, it just happened” a small tear trickled down her face, “When I saw that I was painting mommy, I just painted over her with the black paint! I didn’t want to make you angry”
Freddy slowly slid onto his knees in front of her, glimpsing at the painting then back to her. He didn’t reply. His face was vacant. Katherine shuffled back a little. She didn’t like this prolonged silence.
“Are you angry daddy?” she swallowed thickly.
He slowly shook his head, “No, I’m not. But I don’t want you painting or drawing any more pictures of her? You understand sweetheart?”
She nodded vehemently, “I won’t. I’m sorry”
“It’s okay, baby girl” he slowly scrunched up the picture of her mother and threw it in the waste bin to the left. He stood up, reaching over towards the bath and twisted on the hot and cold water taps. He then plugged in the stopper and took a small bottle of cream bath gel off the nearby shelf and squirted a small amount into the bath. “Take off your pants and vest top”
Katherine complied, yanking down her pants and tugging the vest top off as best she could. With a grunt she eventually pulled it over her head and picked up her dirty pants, throwing them both into the laundry basket. Freddy turned to her and lifted her up into his arms, placing in the warm bath that was steadily filling up with bubbles.
She gasped at the heat upon her skin and took a deep breath as sat on her knees, her little hands splashing the water to and fro, making more bubbles. Freddy smirked at her little figure and lifted a small white sponge and soap, rubbing it firmly against each other and turned back to her. “C’mon, sit up for me and put your head back”
Sitting back slightly she lifted her head and closed her eyes as he delicately began to scrub at her painted face, washing away the paint ever so slowly. Slowly, she opened her eyes as he withdrew the sponge, seeing him smiling at her warmly. He then began to wash at her neck, upper arms and hands. His eyes darted down quickly towards her small chest, stomach and thighs. There was no way he would wash down there, she would have to do it herself. Loretta would normally be the person who bathed her. Not him. He just couldn’t.
He knew that he had depraved, lustful thoughts of the other children. How he would love to touch them, kiss them. Especially the little girls. He found them attractive. But no way in fucking hell would he even contemplate doing that to Katherine. Not his child!!
You never know Freddy…
Hehehehehe…
Freddy clenched his left hand and flinched slightly. What the fuck? Why did they have to speak to him now? He wasn’t that fucked up in the head to do that to Katherine. He wouldn’t dare lay a hand on her in that way.
Never!
Looking down at Katherine he held out the sponge for her, “You can wash the rest of yourself. Okay? I’m going to get your clothes ready. I‘ll put your picture in your room too”
She nodded and took the sponge off of him, “Can I wear a dress today?”
“Yes, honey. I’ll be back in ten minutes” he quickly left the room, picking up her picture as he went. Those voices were still laughing at him, taunting him. He growled as he entered Katherine’s room.
“Fuck up” he hissed.
Awh Freddy, what’s wrong? We’re only having a little fun…
Freddy took a long deep breath, trying to remain calm and clear his thoughts. Deep breaths, nice deep breaths! With a few seconds those taunting, leering voices had disappeared into the depths of his mind. He had been hearing them since as long as he could remember. Perhaps since his early teenaged years, when he moved in with Underwood. At first they were annoying, grating on his nerves. But soon he began to grow to like them when they comforted him, encouraging him to stand up for himself. If it wasn’t for the voices he wouldn’t have had the valour to kill that fucker Underwood. They helped him realise what he could be, what he should be. Not some poor, defenceless, weak pathetic excuse of a man. But a man with power, valour, to make people fear him. When he had met Loretta they had disappeared, but he knew they were always there. Waiting for the right time to return and that they did.
About a year before his first kill they began to whisper to him at night, making him think such sinister, perverted thoughts. Thoughts of children, little girls with their white dresses riding high up their silky thighs. Images of him touching their little thighs, his fingers reaching higher and higher…
They had finally released his dark, vile desires that he knew was always there. He just ignored them when he was younger. He had Loretta to satisfy him back then. But in the end Loretta wasn‘t enough to fulfil his sexual needs. So, when the voices came back he couldn’t ignore his urges any longer. He embraced the voices, embraced those impulses and you know what?
He was fucking loving it!
Of course you love it Freddy…you love all the little children.
As quickly as the voices came again, they faded away. He rubbed his forehead and bent down towards the chest of drawers, placing the painting of himself on top. Quickly, he pulled open the drawers picking out a fresh pair of pants, white socks and vest top. Next he strode to the wardrobe and pulled out a yellow dress with white colour, along with a small white cardigan and small black shoes. That would have to do her.
He left the room and heard her giggling to herself. Like she was far away in her own little world. He peeked around the corner into the bathroom, seeing her lifting the sponge above her hair and squeezing the water over her head, chuckling away.
Gently he rapped the door and took a step into the room, “You finished?”
“Yep!” she turned towards him and placed her hands on the edge of the bath, standing to her feet. He laid her clothes on the bathroom counter and pulled a large purple towel from the railing.
“Arms up” he commanded and she duly did what she was told. He wrapped the towel around her little frame and lifted her out of the bath, “That’s my girl”
Placing her on the bath mat he began to dry her shoulders and back, making it as quick as he could. The quicker he dressed her the better, he didn’t want those voices coming back any time soon trying to entice him to do something to her.
Grabbing her pants he handed it to her along with her vest top, “Go ahead put them on. I’ll empty the bath”
When he had turned back to her after emptying the bath, she had pulled her pants and vest top on. To his relief. Hopefully, that would be the last time he would have those fucking voices urging him on to do those things to her.
He didn’t mind them talking to him when he was with the other children, touching them and fucking them. He welcomed the voices, even getting some welcoming compliments when he was molesting the children and when he was finished butchering with them. They seemed proud of him. Proud of what he had become.
But as for them talking to him when he was with Katherine, it was the first time they ever spoke to him in her company this morning and by fuck it would be the last!!
It didn’t take long for Freddy to dry her hair, though he was about to throw the fucking hairdryer in the bin until Katherine showed him how to switch it on. Her hair was now pulled back in the hairstyle he preferred, in pig-tails with the two red silk ribbons.
He bent down and buckled her shoes and then sat up staring at her sternly. Now was the perfect time for that little talk. “Katherine, I need to talk to you. It’s very important that you listen to me”
She stood to attention, her hands behind her back, “Yes, daddy”
“Now, seeing like you’re going back to school on Monday your teacher might ask you about where your mother is. As you know your mother leaves you to school every day. So, I need you to say to her what I tell you to”
Her eyes furrowed slightly, “Okay”
“You say that your mommy left us. That she was fighting with me, that she packed her bags and left the house. We haven’t seen her since” he declared.
Katherine gave a surprised look, “So, you want to me lie daddy?”
His face was serious, as he nodded. “Yes, I want you to lie. If anyone asks you where your mommy is, you lie to them. Tell them that she left us”
“But daddy, you’ve always told me it isn’t nice to lie!” she replied.
He sighed and lifted her onto his lap, turning her to face him, “I know baby, but sometimes people have to lie. To protect their secrets. To make sure that they don’t break their promises!”
“Like our secret?” she asked.
“Yes, we have a secret. You made me a promise, didn’t you?” he rose an eyebrow.
She nodded, “Yes. I promised you I wouldn’t tell anyone about mommy”
A sly grin grew on his face, “And so to make sure you keep your promises, you have to lie for me. But don‘t worry, you‘re not being bad or naughty. You’re being a good little girl for me, because your lying to keep your promise! And remember you can never break a pinkie promise. Isn‘t that right?”
“Yeah” she nodded quickly, “That’s right daddy” there was a small pause as she thought for a moment, “So, I’m keeping our secret safe by lying?”
“Yes, you are” he smiled forebodingly, “So, are you going to be a good girl and lie for daddy?”
She locked eyes with him and gave a quick nod. “I will”
He chuckled softly, who knew controlling her could be this easy? “That’s a good girl” he kissed her forehead lightly.
“But daddy, what if they find out I’m lying?” her lip trembled in fear, “Or ask me where mommy went to?”
He licked his lips smartly, “Well, you just say that you were asleep when your mommy left. That she packed her bags in the middle of the night and left. We don’t know where she is. You understand?”
She nodded once, “Yes”
“And don’t worry they won’t find out that you’re lying” he slowly pulled her into an embrace. Leisurely she curled her arms around his neck, hugging him warmly as he smiled another cruel grin. “Now, go and get one of your dolls. We’re going to go now. Okay?”
She pushed herself back and grinned broadly, “Can I get an ice lolly at the park?”
“Yes, you can” he lifted her back onto the ground, “I’ll meet you downstairs”
With a nod she skipped out of the bedroom across to her bedroom. Freddy rose to his feet with a smug grin and ventured towards the built-in wardrobe that was now filled with his clothes. He lifted out a light blue short sleeved checked shirt and pulled it on, over his white vest top, showing off his strong muscled arms.
You’re doing really good Freddy. Real good. Everything is falling into place…
You’ve got her in the palm of your hand…you’re slowly starting to control her.
“I know...” he whispered, “I know”
x x x
Katherine gazed excitedly out the front window of her father’s car as he pulled into a small car park behind Springwood Central Park. Once the car slowed to a stop Katherine turned to her father waiting for him to give her permission to leave the car. His unyielding gaze was straight ahead at the children as they played amongst the grass and large playground just behind the large water fountain that faced the entrance.
Which one to pick? Decisions, decisions…
“Daddy?” she began, “Can I get out?”
He shook himself out of his trance and turned towards her, patting his lap once. She scrambled over and sat facing the driver’s window, “Now, I don’t want you wandering off without telling me where you are going to. I don’t want you getting lost!”
She gave a curt nod.
His piercing blues eyes darted up towards the park, “So, are any of your friends here?”
Leaning forward Katherine peered more closely out of the window, her brown eyes scouring the park until they spotted two of her friends beside the play park. Sitting under a large oak tree on a small grass slope, just a few metres from one of the playgrounds. “There!” she pointed towards them, “There’s Lucy and Anna”
Freddy gazed over where she was pointing to, seeing two little girls sitting facing each other as they chatted away. One of them was a in a white frilly dress, with blond curls tied back from her face in white bow. The girl next to her was a little smaller, wearing a lilac dress with long jet black hair in a plait. Nearby sat at a small picnic bench where two women, quite possibly the girl’s mothers. They kept glancing over the children every now and then. He made a mental note of the little girl’s faces in his mind.
Katherine tugged his shirt once, “Daddy, can we go? Please?”
Without a word he pulled opened the car door, allowing her to climb out. She clutched her doll in her left hand and held out her right hand for him. He gave a small grin, interlocking his left hand with hers and shut the car door. They strolled along the sidewalk beside the small wall three feet stone wall that surrounded the park. There were two entrances to the park, the main one that led up to the large water fountain. While on the far side was another small lane that lead to a small pond. There were several other pathways, that intertwined each other. But the pathways always either lead to the two entrances. Directly behind the water fountain were two playgrounds - one specifically made for young toddlers and the other one was for aged 5/6 years and upwards.
Freddy stopped at a small newspaper box and pushed in a quarter, then popped open the front lifting out the Springwood Gazette. He folded the paper under his arm, clutching his daughter’s hand once more before heading towards the main entrance to the park.
The sound of children laughing and shouting filled the summer air. The park was quite busy today. No wonder, it was a beautiful day to be out and about. Freddy glanced musingly at the children as they played in the playground to his left.
His attention was soon caught as Donald and Marge strolled up towards him. Donald held tightly onto his daughter‘s Nancy‘s hand. Her dark brown wavy hair was hung around her face, showing off her bright blue eyes. Freddy glanced down at her. He often thought about gouging out those eyes whenever he saw her.
“Hello, Fred” Donald gave a small nod, “How are you?”
“I’m good Donald” Freddy replied coolly, “You?”
“Yeah, I’m fine thanks”
Katherine and Nancy smiled at each other. They weren‘t in each other‘s kindergarten class. Katherine was in Miss Ferguson, while Nancy was in the class next door with Mrs Jameson. But they would see each other in the playground at recess. They weren‘t exactly friends, but they would always say hello when passing each other. They both had their own set of friends. But the odd time they would cross each other’s paths in the street while out playing.
Marge looked down at Katherine, “Hi, Katherine!”
“Hi!” she chirped.
Turning to face his daughter, Freddy instructed, “You can go now and play with Lucy and Anna, but remember stay where I can see you? Okay?”
She nodded quickly and kissed him lightly on the lips, then scampered off towards her two friends.
Nancy tried to let go of her father’s hand to follow Katherine, but he tugged her back. “No, you’re staying here Nancy”
Marge watched as Katherine sat beside her friends Lucy and Anna, “She’s such a lovely child Fred. You are lucky to have her”
“Thanks. She’s very special to me”
“Is Loretta not with you? I haven’t seen her this week. I mean, I usually see her at the Springwood Mall every Wednesday” Marge questioned, “Is she not feeling well?”
Freddy sighed wretchedly, “Well, we had a fight on Sunday night” he fibbed, “It was a very bad one. She packed her bags and walked out. Never even said goodbye to Kat”
Donald remained tight-lipped, glancing momentarily over towards Katherine. His heart went out to the young girl and to a certain extent to Fred. Marriage break ups were hard. He knew, his own parents had split up when he was young.
Marge gasped and glimpsed over to the young girl as she played on the grass, “My god, I’m sorry to hear that”
“Do you have any idea where Loretta is?” Donald asked.
Inconspicuously, Marge nudged her husband in his waist and hissed, “That’s none of our business!”
Freddy bit his tongue, Marge was right that fucker Donald was too nosy. Too fucking suspicious! He knew that Donald never liked him and well the feeling was fucking mutual! “I’m not sure Don. We haven’t heard from her. Anyway, I’m too busy worrying about Katherine. She doesn’t fully understand what is going on. Probably too young. But I’m going to make sure she’ll get through it”
“If you need anything, just ask!” Marge offered, “You now we are just a few doors down across the street. If you need me to baby-sit for you, just say! I‘m sure Nancy would love the company!”
“Thanks. But I’ll be fine” Freddy replied and cast another quick glance at young Nancy. He would love to be in her company. Just him, Nancy and his glove. “I’ll let you go. Enjoy your day”
“You too Fred” Marge smiled warmly, “Take care of Katherine”
“I will” he nodded.
Donald craned his head over his shoulder, staring musingly at Fred as he walked away. Noticing this Marge again reprimanded her husband, “Would you stop looking at him! He’s just split up with his wife. God only knows what he’s going through and that poor little girl!”
“I know. But there’s just something about him” Donald whispered quietly, “I just can’t put my finger on it!”
“Oh, for God’s sake Don! You have been in his company before. We both have and we’ve all got along just fine!”
Donald rubbed his eyes wearily, “You’re probably right. I’m just paranoid, what with this Springwood Slasher case! I haven’t been sleeping well lately”
“I noticed! Maybe you should take a few days off. Let Lt Garcia take over for a few days” she rubbed Donald’s left shoulder warmly, “You need a break!”
He smiled at his wife and kissed her warmly on the lips, “Yes, you’re right”
Half and hour had passed and Freddy watched with a predatorily gaze at the children running to and fro in the park from his seat on the park bench. Half his face was hidden behind his newspaper as he pretended to read. He methodically began to muse over what child to pick next. He knew it was going to be a girl, he wanted a fuck. No, he needed a fuck!
Out of the eighteen children he had butchered so far, twelve of them were girls. Aged between four years old and twelve. He loved the little boys too of course, but girls were his favourite. He always had more fun with them!
His icy gaze turned towards Katherine as she sat happily with her two friends, merrily chatting away and laughing. A small smirk grew on his face, pleased that Katherine was enjoying herself. Perhaps she was starting to forget what had happened to her bitch of a mother from last week.
His eye narrowed slightly as a new girl joined their company. Her dark brown locks were tied back in two plaits, her little body was adorned with a blue checked dress that hitched up the side of her legs. Showing her little thighs, although she was not showing them on purpose. It was the way she was sitting on the grass. She looked as though she was a year or two older that Katherine and her friends. Her face had a more refined look.
The new girl suddenly shifted her body around to the left and crossed her legs as she sat facing his direction. His tongue slithered out quickly across his bottom lip as he saw small glance at her pink panties. He felt himself start to grow hard as he imagined ripping those panties off with his claw, as his fingertips pushed inside of her core.
He clasped his eyes shut and held back a lustful groan. Fuck, he had made his mind up. She was his next little piggy! He was going to have her. Make her his.
He had to find out who she was, where she lived. Katherine would quite possibly know as she seemed to be very friendly with her. Well, Katherine as friendly with every child she met. It was a trait she got from Loretta. Always making friends, either at the park or out in their street. Maybe, just maybe he could use that to his advantage.
There was however the fact that she had went into his ‘secret room’, seeing the pictures of the missing children. However, she was probably too young to understand what it meant. There were newspapers articles dotted about the room which he knew that she wouldn’t be able to understand, yet alone read! As for the gloves, well she knew that her daddy liked to build things. He could always say it was a hobby of his. But if she did start to ask questions, then well he would have to think of something to say. Try and twist her mind even further.
He smiled darkly at these thoughts and slowly scanned the park, noticing how on edge the parents were. They were watching their children like hawks! Not letting their children out of their sights. Afraid that the Springwood Slasher would be lurking in the trees, in the bushes. Waiting to pounce on their precious little children. But in fact he was sitting there amongst them, watching over his own daughter, while watching the other children with a wolfish grin. And none of the stupid fuckers had a clue! How could they? Fred Krueger was seen a normal, loving father. Who cherished his daughter.
Fred knew that in a matter of weeks, perhaps days the news of Loretta’s ‘departure’ would spread amongst the town. There was one thing about Springwood, people like to gossip and news certainly travelled fast! They would show pity on them, admiring him for going to raise Katherine on his own. But he didn’t want nor fucking need their compassion, their admiration!
All Fred Krueger wanted was their children.
His face snapped up towards Katherine as she ran towards the bench, with her doll tucked under her arm. “Daddy, can I have an ice lolly? Please?”
Shoving his right hand into his front jean pocket he pulled out a dollar bill and handed it to her, “There you go”
She placed her doll at his side, then asked. “You want anything daddy?”
“No, I’m fine thanks”
Turning on her heel she scampered over towards the small ice cream/ice lolly kiosk in front of the fountain where a few children patiently waited to be served. After a few minutes she arrived back at the bench and sat beside her father, licking and eating away at her orange ice lolly.
Freddy folded his paper and turned towards Katherine, leaning his right arm across the back of the bench, “So, did you have fun with your friends? What are they called…Lucy and Anna?”
“Yeah, it was good fun!” she grinned.
His eyes glanced at the third girl on the grass, “What is the other girl called? The one in the blue dress?”
Katherine sucked on her ice lolly, peering across towards her friends. “Oh, you mean Emily?”
“Emily…” he whispered her name softly to himself, “What’s her second name? Is she in your class in school?”
“Um, I think her second name is Prescott” she bit her bottom lip, “She’s in the 2^nd grade. She’s seven years old”
A depraved grin played at his lips, “How do you know her? Do you play with her in the park?”
“Yeah, she’s always here with her mommy! I sometimes play with her in our street too. She lives at the bottom of our street” she shrugged.
“Mmm, okay” he gave another glance towards Emily. Sweet little Emily.
Katherine made a disgruntled sound and twisted around to him, she raised her hands that were now covered in melted orange from the lolly, “Ugh, I’m done. My hands are all sticky!”
Freddy chuckled and took the ice lolly off of her, throwing it in the bin beside the bench. He reached into his front pocket and pulled out a small handkerchief, rubbing away the residue from her hands. “You getting hungry?”
“Yeah, a little” she grabbed her doll.
He rose to his feet and tucked the paper into his back pocket, before lifting her into his arms. She clutched her doll in her right hand, while her left curled around his neck . As he carried his daughter out of the park, Freddy couldn’t help but take one last perverted glance towards Emily and smiled cunningly.
See you soon, little piggy!
x x x
Macy’s Diner was situated on the ground floor of the Springwood Mall. It was a relatively new diner that was quite popular at weekends and during the evenings. So, when Freddy arrived he was rather lucky to get a small circular booth for him and Katherine. It was at the back of the diner, beside a small jukebox. Each booth had cream leather seats and pictures of rock and pop stars such as Elvis Presley, The Beatles, Beach Boys…etc were dotted about the cream painted walls.
Katherine sipped her chocolate milkshake quietly and then took another of her reaming chips from her plate, dipping it into a small blob of ketchup and popped it into her mouth.
Freddy sat to her right, yet again reading his paper and took a small gulp of his coffee. “Katherine honey” he set down the paper, “Is there any after school clubs at your school?”
She ponderously sipped her milkshake, “Um, I’m not sure daddy. There is a breakfast club you can go to”
“Well, would you like to go to any after school clubs if there were some on?” he turned to face her, noticing a small grin growing on her face at this suggestion.
“Really?” she gasped, “Would you let me go?”
“Yes, as long as you behave yourself” he nodded.
“I will!”
“Good” he smirked slyly, “I’ll ask your teacher on Monday what is on and then we’ll decide what ones you’d like to go to. Okay?”
Katherine shifted a little closer to him and took another drink of her milkshake that was nearly done, “Are you going back to work on Monday?”
He nodded, “Yeah, I need to go back to work”
“Do I have to get the bus to school?”
“For the first week I’ll leave you to school. Then the next week I’ll decide what days you can take the bus” he replied. He had to plan ahead, week by week if he wanted to continue his ‘special work’. It was going to take some getting used to, but it would be worth it in the end.
Katherine opened her mouth to speak, but grew still as she glance anxiously over her father’s shoulder as two people approached them. Freddy sensed their presence and turned around to face Elaine and Douglas Parker. The blonde hair woman smiled sweetly at them both. “Sorry for interrupting Fred” she started slowly, “But Marge told us about Loretta. We’re sorry to hear about it. Are you both okay? Have you heard from her?”
He hated being right sometimes. Who else would have told them? Marge Thompson. She was nothing but a gossiping two cent whore!
Discreetly Freddy’s left hand fell upon Katherine’s right knee and squeezed it gently. Trying to calm her, reassure her. She remained tight-lipped, knowing not to say anything. She moved closer to him yet again and clasped his hand tightly as he replied, “I’m fine” he glanced momentarily at Katherine, “Katherine’s been a little upset during the week, but we had a little talk and she seems a little better now. But no, we haven’t heard anything from Loretta”
Katherine slowly lifted her gaze up to her father’s face, watching in silent wonder at how good he was at lying. He didn’t break out into a sweet, didn’t flinch or seem nervous at all. Was it really that simple to lie? He seemed like he was an expert at it! She noticed Elaine staring at her and she swiftly snuggled against her father’s chest.
Elaine’s face furrowed in dismay at the child‘s reaction, “Oh, I’m sorry for making her upset. I didn’t mean to. Listen if you need anything let me know. I’m sorry again”
Freddy gave a grim nod, his eyes going cold with hatred as he watched them venture back to their own where their own daughter, four year old Kristen Parker waited for them. He sighed and turned back to Katherine who was still in shock at how easy he lied to them both.
He leaned down and whispered, “It’s okay, princess. You see how easy it was to lie to people? If I can do it, so can you”
Katherine leaned back a little and gave a slow nod.
He flashed her a wily grin. “Remember the other night we went to where I used to work? Do you want to see it now? When it’s nice and bright?”
Her head perked up and a pleased grin grew across her face, “Really? Now?”
He chuckled, “Yeah, let’s go”
Twenty minutes had passed since Freddy and his daughter had left the Mall. His red Chevy slowly pulled up in front of the Power Plant as it loomed noisily above them. He turned towards hid daughter and beckoned her onto his lap, which she did excitedly. Her brown eyes stared in wonder and fright at the large metallic structure. An involuntary shiver shot through her body, which Freddy noticed as he soothingly stroke her hair.
Her little hands were placed against the glass as she stared out of the car, taking in her surroundings. “So, what do you think of the place?”
“It’s so big!” her voice was full of surprise, “It looks really scary too! Like a big monster!”
He smiled devilishly at her comments. He liked it. “It is, isn’t it?”
“Why is there no cars about? Is no one working today?” she peered around the grounds slowly.
“It’s closed down now. No one works here anymore. I work in the Junkyard now, remember I took you there last year?” he pulled her close to him and turned her to face him.
“Oh, so why did you bring me here?”
“I wanted to show you this place. I like coming back here too. It has some good memories for me” he grinned shrewdly, “What about one day I’ll bring you inside? Maybe when you’re a bit older? Would you like that?”
She gulped worryingly at this, “But I might get scared…”
“You won’t be scared, because I’ll be with you” he kissed her forehanded, “Let’s get home and you can paint me a picture of yourself”
She gave a curt nod and climbed back into her seat and clicked her seatbelt back on. Her brown eyes glanced outside the power plant one last time as her father drove away.
x x x
A proud grin was etched across Freddy’s face as he pinned the freshly painted picture of Katherine on his wall in ‘secret room’ beside her coloured photo. He had told her to paint her in her pink dress and red ribbons. She certainly got her creative side from him that was for sure. Another reason why he was smiling with pride was the fact he received a small missing poster of Madison. Her father was just happening to hand out some flyers as he and Katherine were leaving the Springwood Mall earlier that afternoon. It looked so perfect in his large scrapbook. He just couldn’t turn the chance of a getting a picture of her. Another one to add to his ever growing collection.
He had left Katherine lying on the sofa watching TV. It was nearing 8pm. Just one more day until she went back to school and he felt a pang of anxiety at this. Even though he had plenty of talks with her during the week, he just couldn’t help but shake the feeling that she would let slip about what really happened to Loretta.
Mentally berating himself he knew he had to keep himself calm, not let get his paranoia get to him! After locking his room he made his way towards the TV room and smiled at the sleeping figure of Katherine, sprawled out on her back with her doll still clutched in her grasp. She was exhausted. He gathered her in his arms and carried her to her room, placing her under the covers gently. He then pulled off her shoes and socks, but left her doll in her hand.
With a smirk he kissed her head, “Sweet dreams, sleeping beauty”
Midnight…
Katherine whimpered softly, her closed eyelids jerking vehemently as she twisted her head against the pillow. With a small yelp she shot up in bed, her fingernails digging into the arm of her doll in fear. Slowly her grip on her doll loosened and she let it fall onto the mattress. A small sob left her lips as she swung her legs over the side of her bed.
Hopping down off her bed she staggered toward the landing. To her relief her father had left the landing light on. Gingerly she entered her father’s room that was shrouded in darkness. She could just make out his body under the quilt covers, “D-daddy…” her voice shook.
There was no response.
Katherine pushed the door opened, allowing the landing light to illuminate the room a little. She then trotted over to her father’s bed and called out again, “Daddy…”
Freddy grumbled and rolled onto his left side, his eyes fluttering opened to stare into her tear streamed face. “What…? What’s wrong princess?”
She took another step forward as he sat up in bed, “I had a bad dream”
He sighed grimly and pulled her over his lap into the space beside him, “It’s okay baby girl. What did you dream of? Was it your mommy again?”
Snuggling against his chest she nodded, “Yes. I don’t them bad dreams!”
Freddy protectively wrapped his right arm around her shoulders, “I know. But they’ll stop soon. I promise”
“Can I sleep with you daddy?”
“Of course” he laid down beside her and began to untie her pigtails that were still in her hair from earlier that day. He pulled the ribbons out of her hair and left him on the side dresser behind him. “I’ll stay awake until you fall asleep. Remember, think of something happy. Okay?”
She nodded meekly and clutched the soft pillow. A soft sigh left her lips as Freddy began to stroke her right cheek. Her eyes then began to droop shut as she tried to think of happy thoughts! Freddy growled inwardly, feeling slightly annoyed and nervous that she was still having these nightmares of her mother. If only there was a way to make them stop?
Don’t worry Freddy, they’ll stop soon. You trust us don’t you?
Freddy narrowed his eyes as the voices echoed in his mind. He gave a small nod as if agreeing with them, then closed his eyes and soon he too had drifted off to sleep.
x x x
Monday 29^th May 7.25am.
Katherine waited rather impatiently for her father in his car. Her small grey satchel was on her lap, inside was a small grey pencil case and a small sketch book that she always brought with her to Kindergarten. It was perhaps a little bit early for her to go to school, but her father had said that he wanted to talk to her teacher.
She tightened both her pigtails, making sure the red bows were tied nice and tight and then ran her hands over her white dress. Making sure that there wasn’t any creases. Her little body jumped as her father opened the driver’s door and climbed in beside her, dressed in a pair of denim work jeans, white tank top and small short sleeved grey buttoned shirt. He threw his brown canvas bag in the pack and then started the car, driving out of the driveway.
His face was drenched in sweat. It wasn’t because of the weather, but rather his nerves. Hell, he even vomited this morning when he first got up. That was something that never happened to him. Freddy Krueger was always calm, composed. He never showed once ounce of apprehension.
But now, he felt scared.
He knew it was nothing but him being paranoid. This feeling was increasing in the last day or so. It would be the first day Katherine wouldn’t be in his company for majority of the day. He trusted her of course, but you could never be too sure.
“Katherine…” he calmly began, “Do you remember what you have to say to your teacher? If she asks you anything?”
She turned towards him and nodded, “Yes. I’ve to say that mommy left us. She had a fight with you and left in the middle of the night”
His gaze never left the road, his face stoic. “And what else?”
“We don’t know where she is” she replied automatically.
“Good girl”
Katherine looked out the window as the yellow school bus drove past, “Are you picking me up after school?”
“Yes, I am. What time do you finish it again?”
“2pm. I think”
Freddy nodded, “I’ll ask your teacher when I see her”
He turned the car into the next street and there in front of them was Springwood Elementary School, while to its right was the small Kindergarten. The main building of the Elementary School was about three storey’s high, the cream paint starting to peel a little. But no doubt it would re-painted for the new school year in September. There was three steps that led up to the front of the building, while surrounding the front was lush green grass and several decorative flower beds.
The building that held the two kindergarten classes was only one story tall and was painted in a deep burgundy colour. Each building had their own separate playground. While the Elementary had a large playing field where sporting activities took place. To the left of the Elementary School was a large car park, that was namely for staff and the school buses that brought the children to and from school.
As Freddy pulled the car to a stop long the side walk Katherine couldn’t help but get energized, a big grin growing on her face as she gazed curiously out of the car. She quickly scampered out of the car as her father opened the door for her. But he took her right hand in his and squeezed it kindly, making her look up to him. He swiftly pulled one of the handles of her school bag over her shoulder.
He gave her the tiniest of grins and walked her towards the path that led to the Kindergarten. Once at the building he pushed opened the large black doors and ushered her inside. There was a long corridor in front of them with one or two members of staff rushing to and fro,. To his right was a small office area, while a further on down were two sets of toilets - for female and male toilets. To the left side of the corridor were two classrooms. Dotted along the walls were displays of children’s paintings, drawings and some of their handwriting.
“Daddy, I’m in that class room there!” Katherine pointed at the last door on the left. He nodded and began to walk her down towards the room.
As if on cue, the door creaked opened as Katherine’s teacher exited carrying a small bundle of reading books under her right arm. She was an attractive woman, Freddy had to admit. With short cropped black hair, sparking emerald green eyes. She had a friendly disposition about her.
Miss Ferguson smiled at the sight of Katherine. “Why, hello Katherine sweetheart!”
Katherine grinned back, “Hi Miss!”
“Hello, Mr Krueger”, she looked at Katherine’s father and gave a pleasant smile. Yet she was a little perplexed at the sight of him being there. It was usually Loretta who brought Katherine to school each morning. She had met him a few time before, namely when Katherine was first registered at the school last September and when she involved in any school plays they put on. “I’m glad to see that’s Katherine’s back. We’ve missed her!”
“Well, she couldn’t wait to get back” he replied, giving a warm smile. He then crouched down to face Katherine, staring closely into her eyes, “Now, you be a good girl”
Katherine held his penetrating gaze and nodded once, knowing all too well what he meant. There was no turning back now. “I will daddy”
He drew her into a hug, squeezing her waist once and kissed her forehead, “I’ll see you this afternoon”
She nodded once and skipped merrily into her classroom. Freddy let out a slow shaky breath. That was that, it was out of his hands now! “I’m sorry for keeping her off last week. We’ve had some problems at home”
“Oh, it’s perfectly fine. I hope everything is okay?”
“Yeah, everything’s fine now. Katherine was rather upset, but she’s okay now” he clenched his fists nervously behind his back, “I was wondering, do you have any after school clubs? For kids Katherine’s age?”
“Yes, we do actually!” she smiled, “They just started a few weeks ago. Just give me a minute and I’ll get some leaflets for you. We also have a breakfast club. It runs on a Monday and Thursday morning. From 7.30-8.15am. Just before classes start at 8.30am. I’ll just leave these in the office and get them for you”
Freddy watched in silence as she hurried into the office several feet behind him. He took a fleeting glance at the pictures to his left, wondering where Katherine’s drawings were.
“Here we are” Miss Ferguson chirped, handing him two small cream leaflets as he turned towards her, “It has all the times for the after school clubs. It also has the clubs for 1^st graders onwards. There is more variety for the older kids. But at the minute for Katherine we have an art club on Wednesday from 2pm-3pm and then on Friday there is a gymnastics club. That’s on at same time at the art club. But she would need to bring some gym gear if she wants to go to that!”
He browsed the leaflets hurriedly. This as brilliant, just what he wanted. Katherine would be looked after while he was doing his ‘work’. Perfect! Now, he needed to sort out his work hours with that bastard John Burke. “This sounds good. By the way, what time does school usually finish?”
“2pm. But we do understand that some parents may be a little late getting here. So, we usually keep the children here until their parents arrive”
“No problem. Thanks for this” he folded the leaflets into his back jean pocket, “I’ll have a word with Katherine later when I pick her up”
“That’s great!” she beamed, “Have a nice day”
Freddy nodded, the feeling of uneasiness was still there. Deep down in the his stomach. He spun on his heel, trying to take deep breaths as he exited the building. Today was gong to be a long fucking day…
John Burke looked up from his large desk as Freddy walked into the office. “Morning John”
“Fred, nice to see you!” he gave a fake smile and leaned back in his chair. John Burke was a rather overweight man, with a small pot belly that was hidden behind his dark navy shirt. Because of his several business he believed that he was someone important to this town and believed that he deserved respect for the work his business were bringing to the town, “So, you’re e a little early? It’s only half eight. Are you looking to be paid from this time?”
Freddy scowled silently at the man. He revolted him, he was nothing but scum. “No, I’m here early because I want to talk to you about my hours”
“Your hours?” John frowned in confusion.
“Yes” the word came out in a small hiss, “My hours. I need to change them. You do remember our conversation about my wife leaving me? Or have you forgot?”
John nodded in realisation, “Oh yes. That’s right. How is she? Your kid?”
“You mean Katherine” he growled, “She’s just fine”
“That’s good” John leaned forward, his dark grey hair glistening with sweat from the morning heat. He clasped his hands together on the desk and nodded at Freddy to sit. “What kind of hours are you looking to change?”
Freddy sat before him, “You have mentioned before that you do rota shifts?”
His boss nodded once and opened up a small black diary, “That’s right. But the rota shifts are for par timers. One week 10am-2pm, then the next week 8am-12noon. But you are full time Fred. Your normal hours are 10pm-6pm”
“I am, but I want to reduce my hours. Twenty hours per week would suit me fine” Freddy demanded. He could easily work around that. Before he just randomly picked out a girl when he was out looking for children. But now he had to methodically plan his kills, preparation was going to be a major factor in his killing. He had to find out more about when the schools finished, when they began. It would require a little more thought. But it was a challenge he was certainly up for! He turned his attention back to John, “You know I’m a good worker. Probably one of the best workers you have here!”
John Burke nodded quietly, he knew Fred was telling the truth. Fred was strong, reliable and didn’t take no shit from anyone. There were a few jokers among the guys, so he couldn’t afford to lose a good hard worker such as Krueger. “Okay, I’ll reduce your hours. This week you can start from 10am-2pm. I’ll have to call in Harry a little earlier so you can get off early to pick up your kid” he paused then gave stare sternly at him, “But what I said the other day still stands. If you mess up your hours or don’t turn up for work then you will be fired. Understand?”
Rising to his feet, Freddy coolly nodded and flashed a meaning glare at him. There was one thing he didn’t like and that was being threatened. Especially not by a fat fucking slob like John Burke. But he knew he needed to remain calm. “Fine”
Without another word or waiting for John’s reply, Freddy left the small office and made his way towards long portable grey hut were the workers would leave their personal belongings in their lockers. Behind him on a long truck were several old cars. He knew that they would needed to be shifted, but he wouldn’t start until 10am. Why would he work and not get paid for it? Once inside the small hut he threw slumped into one of the chairs beside the lockers. He glared angrily into the junkyard through the opened window.
Various old cars and farm machinery were staked up against each other. There were rows and rows of broken metal, parts of broken cranes, forklifts, lorries…etc. there was a small lane in the middle of the junkyard that lead to the entrance approximately two hundred yards from where the office and portable hut was situated. The junkyard was about 1 acre in size. You could easily get lost in this place.
Freddy sighed and wiped the sweat from his brow. Fuck, he was getting nervous again! The sooner he picked up Katherine the better. This sense of paranoia was driving him insane!
1.45pm…
He felt as though time was standing still. That his shift at work was never going to end. No matter how many times he looked at his watch, the time still read 1.45pm. Just fucking hurry up and hit 2pm!
Don’t worry Freddy, you know she won’t tell. You have such a way with children…
Freddy scowled at the voices and lifted another old metal gate, throwing it into a large tip. How could they be so fucking sure? They didn’t know what goes through a child’s mind. What if she starts to cry? What if that bitch of a teacher keeps pestering her? Making her crack under the pressure? Katherine was going to tell on him, she was going to fuck everything up!
Relax Freddy…
“Fred” John Burke strolled up to him, “I know you’ve to pick up your kid soon. Do you want to clock off now? I’ll still pay you to 2pm”
“That’ll be great John” Freddy nodded and for once he was actually sincere towards John, “Thanks”
Within twenty minutes he was veering through the streets of Springwood towards Katherine’s school. His grip was so tight on the steering wheel that his knuckles turned white. His heart pounded thunderously in his ears. All different scenarios went through his head. What if the police were already there? Waiting to arrest him?
His eyes scoured the street as the schools came into view. Easing his foot off the gas, he pulled the car to a stop at the curb. There were no police cars about, no suspicious men waiting on the side walk. Nothing appeared to be out of the ordinary. It was just parents waiting for their children. Everything looked normal.
Breathing slowly he climbed out of the car, his piercing eyes staring at the small path to the kindergarten. Inside he could faintly hear the bell signalling the end of the school day.
The doors to the kindergarten opened up as Miss Ferguson and another teacher strolled out following by their students. The squeals and laughter of children filled the summer air. For once Krueger paid no attention to them. He kept looking out for her and then heard her soft voice as she ran towards him., with her little bag hooked over both her shoulders.
“Daddy!”
He knelt down before her and grabbed her like he hadn’t seen her in years, hugging tightly. As though he didn’t want to let her go. A deep breath whooshed out of him as he closed his eyes. He then stood up, not uttering a word and motioned her to get into the car.
Once they were both inside he turned to face her. His face went serious as he demanded, “What happened today? In school?”
She gave him a perplexed look, “Nothing happened daddy”
Slowly and deliberately he leaned forward, his right arm draped across the top of her seat as though he was pining her against her seat. His voice was intense, making her nervous as he asked. “Did your teacher ask you anything?”
Katherine nodded slowly, “She asked me why mommy never left me to school today”
“And what did you say?” his fingers began to dig into the fabric of the seat.
“I told her mommy was away” she swallowed hard.
“Away?” he gritted his teeth. He felt himself getting annoyed, “Tell me what you said Katherine. Word for word”
She felt herself shrink against the seat, not liking the way he was staring at her with that look of silent rage. Taking a deep breath she responded, “I said that mommy had a fight with you. That she packed her bags and left the house. It was in the middle of the night when I was sleeping. I didn’t find out until I woke up in the morning. She then asked me where mommy was. I said we didn’t know where she was. We haven’t heard from her”
For what felt like an eternity Freddy stared silently at her. His face motionless until a triumphant grin grew across his countenance. He stared at her in demented joy and then began to laugh. A gleeful yet maniacal laugh. Who knew she would be as good a liar as he was? She certainly was a Krueger! He was manipulating her mind well, teaching her all his tricks!
Katherine frowned a little, becoming confused at his reaction. “Did I do something wrong?”
He chucked again at her bewildered expression and then grasped the side of her face lightly and planted the biggest kiss on her cheek, “Oh no baby! You did great. I’m really proud of you!”
“You are?”
He pulled her onto his lap and hugged her, “Yes, I am. My little piglet!”
She gave a small giggle, then asked. “So, that means our secret is safe?”
He tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her left ear, “Yes, sweetheart. It’s safe, just as long as you keep telling people what you told your teacher. Understand?”
“Yes, daddy” she agreed.
Again another cunning grin spread across his face. Just like he’d always known, she trusted him so much. Why would she ever doubt him?
We told you Freddy.
You’ve got her where you want her!
She’s under your control.
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