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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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Chapter 9: Isolation
Friday 5^th July 1968
It was the end of the first week of summer scheme for Katherine. To her delight a few of her friends from school were enrolled during the month of July, and she had already made a few new friends. They were a year or two older, but she didn’t mind at all. They were fun to hang out with. The time was passing 2.20pm and she was waiting patiently in the playroom of the community centre. It was basically a large gym hall that was scattered with various toys, a few bicycles. Tables for painting and colouring. And a small mat area were the community workers would gather the children to participate in story telling.
A few children weren’t being picked up until after 5pm. So, they continued to play and run amok. Katherine glanced at them and then heard the door to the hall being opened. Her head whipped around and she saw her father lingering in the doorway, a smirk across his face. “Hey, princess. You ready to go home?”
She grinned and grabbed her scatchel from the ground, then ran towards him, “Daddy!”
He bent down and lifted her into his arm, chuckling as he bestowed her with a big kiss on his cheek. Turning around he ventured down the small corridor, passing the reception and out of the buidling into the bright summer sunshine. “How was your day?”
“Good!” she chirped, “How was work daddy?”
“Mmm, it was okay” he replied.
She frowned, “Do you not like your job daddy?”
He threw her a curious look. There was one thing about her that he was starting to notice, she was very perceptive. It was as though she knew when he was in a bad mood or not, whether he liked something or not. “No, daddy doesn’t like his job”
“Is your boss a jerk?” she asked.
He laughed heartily at her, “Where did you learn that word? Mmm?”
“I heard a boy in the summer scheme call some other boy it. He said he was a stupid jerk!” Katherine bit her bottom lip, “Am I not allowed to say that word? Sorry daddy!”
He climbed into his car and set her on his lap, placing her bag underneath the passenger seat, “It’s okay. But don’t say it around your teachers in school, because they might shout at you. Okay?”
She nodded.
Tracing his fingers along the rim of her face he soon became lost in thought of how to proceed with her grooming. The continuous kissing of her lips, neck and chest over the last few months was starting to become a little too tedious for him. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy it, he did. Immensely. He knew that during the summer months he would become cranky at not being able to fuck a little girl. He didn’t want to force himself onto her yet, but he wanted to hopefully relieve his impulses during the next two months. And hopefully she would partake in helping him satisfy his lust.
“Do you want to sleep in daddy’s room tonight?” Freddy asked, a sly smile creeping across his face.
She titled her head to the side and he chuckled at her innocence, “Why daddy?”
“Just say I get a little lonely and I would like to cuddle my special girl to help me get to sleep” his thumb brushed over her cheek lightly, “Do you want some cuddles from your daddy?”
“Are we going to have more kisses?” Katherine sat up a little on his lap.
He gently placed his hands on the small of her back and lightly thrust her towards him, holding back a groan as his steadily increasing arousal rubbed against her lower thighs. Seemingly going unnoticed by her. “Yeah” he breathed huskily, “We can have some more kisses. But daddy needs to talk to you about something too”
“What is it daddy?” she gave him her full attention.
“I’ll tell you later tonight” Freddy smirked crudely, “Now, let’s get home and I’ll make us something to eat”
Later that evening.
8.30pm…
Katherine hummed harmoniously to herself as she sat surrounded by her collection of dolls in her bedroom. Her father was busy locking up the house downstairs. For the last few hours her father’s words rung in her ears. What exactly did he want to talk to her about? Did she do something wrong? She knew that she had been on her best behaviour for the last months. She always made sure to be good for him. It was always stuck in her head, those words that he whispered to her ‘that she better be good for him’
She heard footsteps advance towards her room and she spun around as her he came into view. Dresses in navy jogging bottoms and white tank top. His usual sleeping attire. He pointed a finger at her and curled it back and forth, “Come on, let’s get to bed”
“Can I bring one of my dolls with me?” she looked at them, then back to him. “Please?”
He shook his head, “Not tonight. No arguing”
There a momentary look of disappointment onf her face and it soon vanished as she scurried forward across the landing to his room. Once inside he closed the door and locked it. Spinning back to her he saw her standing at the bottom of the bed, gripping her white nightdress lightly, “What side of the bed will I sleep on?”
“Any side you want” Freddy grinned.
She scurried onto the sheets and moved to the far left side of the bed and was about to snuggle her legs under the blankets when her father admonished, “No, not yet. We’re going to have our special kisses first. Remember?”
“Oh, but do I need to lie down daddy?”
He sat beside her and took off his tank top, showing his slim, toned chest. “No, I want to you sit at my side”
Shuffling closer to him she sat on her knees and laid her hands on her lap, “Okay”
He smiled at her obedience. “Now, remember how we’ve been giving each other special kisses, because you’ve been a good girl for me”
There was a curt nod.
“It’s much more than that you know. We are showing each other much we love each other. It’s a very special way”
“Do other daddy’s do what we’re doing with their little daughters?” Katherine questioned.
“No, because we’re different than them. We’re different from everyone in town” He said simply.
“How?” she cocked her head to the side.
“Because we’re Kruegers” his right hand gently stroked her cheek, smirking fiendishly as she nodded once. “There are other unique ways we can show each other how much we love each other”
“There is?” she gasped, “What are they?”
“I’ll show you them all” Freddy chuckled perversely, “I promise. Now, where’s daddy’s kiss?”
She grinned and sat up, leaning forward to wrap her arm around his neck, trailing her fingers through his sandy hair roughly. Her lips latched onto his and soon their mouths began to dance against each other, their lips sucking on each other’s gently. Their lips parted each other’s as their tongues delved out to battle one another’s. He overpowered her and drove his tongue into her sweet mouth. Drawing a startled gasp from her and this sparked a burning sensation from within his loins.
His left hand slithered down towards his jogging bottoms and underneath, clutching his half hard shaft. Clasping his fingers around the base and began to stroke up and down, in between kneading and rubbing his growing hardness. His right hand snaked down to the rim of her nightdress and slid along the back of her thighs to her left ass cheek where he softly massaged her tender flesh. His fingers gliding along the crack of her ass to her small white pants that covered her ass and her pussy. He rubbed his fingers along them lightly, then went back to kneading her ass once more.
She was too busy trying to overpower his tongue that continued to flick, sliding against her own. He had to admit she was a great little kisser now. Her tongue knew all the best ways to kiss his lips and his neck.
He moaned softly and broke the ravenous kiss, then muttered against her ear. “Kiss daddy’s neck and chest. Like you did the last few times, remember?”
She panted softly against his hear, “Yes daddy”
He grinned and before she could move her head, he clasped his hungry lips against her left ear, devouring her earlobe as his tongue feverishly licked at her flesh. Drawing a low moan from her. After a few minutes he withdrew his lips from her ear and sighed lustfully as she began to kiss his the upper part of his neck, edging lower to the crook above the collarbone. Her pink tongue slithered out to glide along the flesh and soon her mouth sucked harshly on his skin.
Freddy smiled darkly to himself, “Mmm…good girl”
His left hand continued to knead his arousal, that was now hard as a rock. After thirty more seconds she began to use her teeth to graze and gently nip his skin. The way he had explained to her at the start of June. He gasped with pleasure and began to ease up on the stroking of his shaft. He didn’t’ want to cum, not yet.
He withdrew his hand from under her dress albeit he had wanted to continue to mass that sweet round ass of her, even rub along her pants again. But he had to be patient. His fingers gently entangled into her light brown locks and pulled her away from his neck. “My chest. Come on sweetheart” Freddy’s voice was low and guttural.
She nodded and soon her lips found their way to his left nipple, her slick tongue sliding out to circle around the tip of his pink nipple. Then it was engulfed in one swift motion, as she sucked hard on the nub. His head lulled backwards against the headboard and he let out a long deep groan as he his stroking of his cock started up again. “Ohh…baby girl!”
Katherine immediately stopped her actions. Starting to become startled at the deep groans he was making. “What’s wrong daddy? Am I hurting you?”
His cloudy eyes opened and he stare down at her with a carnal look on his face, a smile pulling at his lips. “No”
“Then why are you making those sounds?” she sat up a little, her bottom lip pouting out in fear. “Am I not doing it right?”
“You’re doing everything just perfect!” Freddy stroked her head with his free hand, “Those groans I’m making means I’m happy. You’re making daddy happy”
“Really?” a small smile threatened to tug at her lips.
He nodded, “Now, I want to show you something” his eyes fell to his crotch. And soon her eyes followed his. A look of bewilderment stretched across her face. Why was hand in his jogging bottoms?
Her body went taut as he right hand pulled the top of the bottoms down and he exposed his hard cock to her. His hand moved away from the pulsing cock and soon a small shriek came from her as she threw her hands over her eyes.
“Daddy!”
Freddy chuckled at her, “It’s okay. You don’t have to be nervous”
“But it’s your…winkie!” she muttered, her hands firmly clamped over her eyes. “I’m not allowed to see boy’s winkies!”
“Who told you that?”
She gulped, “Mommy did when she was here”
He growled softly, then took a deep breath.
Keep calm Freddy.
“Listen, it’s okay for you to see daddy’s…winkie!” he explained.
Slowly, she moved her hands to the right, but made sure that they were in the eyesight of her father’s cock so that she wouldn’t be able to see it. Her eyes darted to his face, “Are you sure daddy?”
He gave her a dark reassuring smile, “Yes, I want you to see it. Remember, you’re my special girl”
She nodded slowly and then leisurely let her hands fall to her lap. Then her eyes went towards his lap. Eying his cock curiously. There was a small cluster of sandy hair around the base of his cock, covering two small sacs. “Are all boy’s winkie’s like that?”
He smirked, “Well, yes. But little boys ones are small, when they grow older they get bigger. There are different sizes”
Her lips pursed together as she nodded, “Why is it like that? I mean, it’s standing up. Why is your hand around it?”
“You’re very inquisitive aren’t you?” his thumb brushed a strand of her hair away from his chin.
“Sorry daddy!” she apologised.
“It’s okay” he looked down at his hard on, then back to her. “It’s like that because it’s hard. It means that I’m excited. I’m holding it because I’m going to make myself happy”
“Happy? You make yourself happy by holding it?”
“Not just holding. I play with myself” he positioned his hand at the base of his shaft, then smiled cunningly at her. “Want to see?”
“I…I don’t know”
“You don’t have to be afraid sweetheart” he kissed her forehead tenderly, “I’ll show you how I make myself happy. Then you’ll see that there is nothing to worry about”
She gave a shy nod, “Okay”
“Good girl” he smiled, then commanded, “Give me another kiss”
Timidly she sat up and saw the ravenous look in his eyes as he kissed her hard, prying her lips opened and plunged his tongue into her little mouth once again. She wrapped her left arm around his neck, kissing him back as eagerly as she could. She heard him moan and heard something slapping from his lap. He broke the kiss and grinned madly at her. “Go on and look”
Her pensive gaze turned towards his lap as his left hand rhythmically stroked his shaft, and soon his right hand began to knead and rub his balls. He panted heavily against her ear, licking her earlobe gingerly. She ignored him, immersed on what he was doing to himself. His fingers were clamped around his flesh, pumping himself long and hard.
He groaned then latched his lips onto the side of her neck, sucking and nuzzling her skin. A small mewing sound came from her at his sudden assault on her skin, and this drove him on as his teeth lightly nipped at her flesh, biting delicately at her neck.
Katherine glared in awe as a his pace on his strokes intensified and soon he gave a long deep groan into her skin, then drew his head back. Watching her eyes go wide as she continued to stare at his cock. There was a sudden twitch and a small guzzle of cum spurted from him as he came.
She flinched back in fright, “What happened?”
Freddy panted heavily, and let out one last groan before answering, “I made myself happy”
“What happened to you? What was that white stuff?”
“I came” he smiled dreamily, kissing her cheek once, “That white stuff is called cum. When you kiss my lips, my chest and my neck. It helps me feel good. Then just now when I kiss your neck and play with myself, it makes me feel even better and then the cum comes out of me. It makes me smile”
“Makes you smile?”
“Mmm-mmm” he murmured and shoved his limp cock away into his jogging bottoms.
“Does it hurt?” Katherine asked.
He chuckled, “No, it doesn’t. It makes me all tingly”
She threw him a perplexed look. “I don’t understand daddy”
“You will, one day” he kiss her briefly on her lips, “Now, let’s get to bed. But remember, you can’t tell any of your friends or anyone for that matter about this,. That I played with myself in front of you. They will think that it’s wrong, but it isn’t. Okay?”
“It’s not wrong because we’re different from everyone. Is that it daddy?” she asked, catching on to what he was talking about earlier.
He grinned proudly at her, “Yes, that’s right princess”
She nodded and laid down beside him, watching as he turned off the side lamp and as he threw the blankets around them both she snuggled into his chest. “Night, night daddy. Love you”
He smiled menacingly down at her, “Daddy loves you too, honey” He was extremely pleased that she was falling for every single word he was telling her.
Controlling her was far too easy.
Wednesday 4th September 1968.
Katherine waited patiently at the steps of Springwood Elementary School for her father to arrive. It was the end of her second day in 2^nd grade. Again she was in her best friend’s Lucy’s class and had managed to make a few new friends as well. Helen Roberts, Carla Hanson and Melanie Reid. They all seemed like nice enough girls, welcoming her and Lucy into their little group at lunch time. The girls even suggested that they should meet up this weekend at the park, well that is if all of them were going. Katherine knew over the last few months, especially during the summer months her trips to the park were becoming less and less frequent. During the first two weeks of July, it was twice a week. Then it was once a week. But over the last three weeks she was only taken there once by her father. He had let her go back the summer scheme, it was the only way she was able to be looked after when he was working.
She remembered the look of disapproval on his face as she asked could she stay in Lucy’s house for the day while he was working. He had quietly admonished her, saying in a stern voice that he didn’t want her being looked after in any of her friends houses. That it wasn’t safe for her. It confused her as only a few years ago she had been allowed by him to stay over night at Lucy’s house for her friend’s 5^th birthday. But now he had changed his mind. Why wouldn’t she be safe in Lucy’s house? Her friend wasn’t mean or nasty. They had known each other since they were four years old, when Lucy first move to 1408 Elm Street.
Why would he change his opinion all of a sudden? She frowned, maybe it was because of what Billy had done to her back in May. A shiver went up her spine as she remember what had happened to him. Her father had taken him away, given him his medicine for pushing her, bullying her. She knew he had murdered him. What did he say to her? Yes, he said that he had took ‘care’ of him. Given him his medicine, just liked she suggested. But still she said nothing to no-one. As though a part of her knew that the boy deserved it.
But she knew in her heart of hearts, she knew that Lucy wasn’t like that. None of her friends were bullies like Billy. All of them were good girls. She knew it!
She heard a car door opening then slamming shut. Hopping off the small wall, she smiled brightly as her father walked over to her. “Hi, Daddy!” she chirped.
He bent down to lift her in his arms, his right hand clutching a fist full of her new cream dress. “Hey, princess. Give daddy a kiss”
She smirked and bestowed him a kiss on his right cheek. He had certainly seemed happier the last few days. The whole summer he was rather cranky, irritable. But had tried to keep it from her. Katherine however knew her father’s mannerisms, his little traits. She always knew if he was angry or happy.
“You’re a in a good mood daddy!” she smiled at him.
He returned her smile, bringing her over to the passenger door and let her inside. Once in his own he turned to face her, “I’m in a very good mood, sweetheart” he gave her a shrewd smirk and winked at her.
Katherine titled her head in confusion. Why was he smiling at her like that?
Freddy chuckled at her perplexed face and started the car. The last two days had been fucking amazing. Especially yesterday afternoon as he finally got his hands on Roger Lane’s five year old boy - Thomas. It was quite fitting that he managed to get revenge on the bully who tormented him as child, by taking away his own fucking brat. He relished in the boy’s screams as he watched him burn, the flames scalding and sizzling his flesh.
It was fucking amazing!
Ever since he killed Billy and now Thomas, he didn’t realised how he had missed torturing the little boys. Perhaps he should change his killing patterns.
Boy.
Girl.
Boy.
Girl.
How many was it now? Twenty three. Not bad a tall.
But there was more to come. Nothing was going to stop him. Why would he stop anyhow? He felt such power, felt such pleasure from the killing and especially from the ‘playtime’ with the little girls.
He broke out of his ponderings as they reached their home at 1428 Elm Street. Freddy noticed that the lawn needed a cut and the red door required a lick of paint. “Katherine, you want to help Daddy paint the door and tidy up the gardens a bit this weekend?”
She turned towards him, feeling a little disappointed of not being able to go the park, “Daddy, can we go to the park first?” she begged.
Freddy turned off the ignition and leaned towards her, his voice commanding, “No, sweetheart. From now on, I’ll decide when we are going to the park. You understand?”
Katherine gave a slow nod, feeling uneasy at the look he was giving her. It was as though he was silently admonishing her, warning her not to disobey him. “Yes daddy, I understand”
He broke out into a victorious grin and ruffled her hair lightly, “Good girl. Now, into the house and get a start on your homework. Do you have much to do?”
“We’ve got maths and English to do today” she replied curtly, before climbing out of the car with her satchel clutched tightly in her hands.
He nodded and beckoned her into the house as he opened the door. Once inside he locked it securely and glanced at his daughter as she scurried into the kitchen. His left foot brushed a piece of paper that was on the floor. Bending to pick it up he smirked venomously as the small ‘missing poster’ of Thomas Lane. Them fuckers were very quick to get these made up. He clutched it tightly and wandered towards the basement door, “I’ll be up in half an hour to check your homework”
She pulled out her work book and nodded, “Okay. Can I have something to drink please?”
“Go on, but don’t make a mess in the kitchen”
Freddy left the kitchen, disappearing into the basement and was soon inside his ‘room’. He threw his canvas bag onto the wooden bench and flipped open his black scrapbook and placed the missing poster of Thomas Lane into the next free blank page. His other brown scrapbook one was now completed, each page filled with his misdemeanours over the last four to five years. It was now placed underneath the bench in a large metal case, along with another large red scrapbook he had recently bought. He was still deliberating that he was going to use it for, what he was going to put on those blank pages.
Maybe it should be something about Katherine…
Freddy licked his lips musingly at the voice’s suggestion. It sounded like a good idea. A really good idea. He reached over to the two photographs of his daughter pinned to the wall and lifted them in his hands and set them on the bench. A photo album of Katherine. Yes, he would make a photo album of her. He smiled broadly and walked over to the shelf behind him, grabbing his bladed glove and slid it onto his right hand, flexing the blades a few time.
Bending down he grabbed the handle of the long metal case and hauled it out from underneath, then popped opened the lip. Inside were a few old bottles of chloroform, a few old tattered dolls and teddy bears that had once belonged to the children, a few old rags and blankets. To the far right was the new red scrapbook, ready to be used. He lifted it out and pushed the case back underneath the bench.
He tapped the front of the book with a single blade, the tip of the metal scraping the fabric of the book. Making a small mark. A small grin few across his face and slowly he began to scratch into the surface of the book, carving letters that formed into the name…
…Katherine.
“Perfect“ he growled with a sly grin.
Upstairs Katherine grumbled to herself, having difficulty with her homework. She was never too good with sums. She hated maths. All she wanted to do was paint, make things. Maths was never her strong point. She lifted her gaze as her father approached her from the basement door, “Daddy, I need help. I don’t know what to do!”
He sat beside her and leaned over to look at her work sheet. It was maths, subtractions.
“We learnt this yesterday, but I’m not too sure what to do” she shrugged. “I don’t like maths!”
He smiled and pulled his chair closer to hers, “It’s not that hard. C’mon. it says here” he pointed at the first question, “12 take away 2”
Her eyes narrowed in bemusement. “How do you work that out?”
Freddy sighed, “Did you not listen to your teacher at school?”
“Um” she began shyly, “No…sorry. I thought he was boring!”
He laughed, “You don’t like him then?”
She shook her head, “Not really. He thinks he is funny. But he isn’t. I liked my old teacher from last year. Mrs Carter”
“Well, you don’t have her this year. Even if you don’t like your new teacher you still have to listen to what he’s trying to teach you. Otherwise you won’t learn” he glanced at her school bag, “Where are your crayons? Are they in your bag?”
Katherine nodded, “Yes, but daddy I don’t have any art work!”
“I know, but I’m going to use your crayons to help you”
“Oh, okay!” she pulled over her school bag and pulled out a small bundle of crayons that were tied with an elastic band. She untangled the band and laid out the crayons before her. Freddy silently counted the crayons, there were about thirty in total. He knew there were more upstairs in her room, along with paints and coloured chalk. That was all she wanted to do, was draw!
“Now, count out twelve and when you’re done you take away two of them. Then you count what is left” he instructed.
Nodding once she began to do as she was told, then gave her answer. “Ten. The answer is ten, right?”
“That’s right. It’s ten” he grinned at her.
“So, I just count the number of crayons out then take away what the other number. That gives me the answer?”
He nodded, “That’s right”
She read the next question. 14-5. Then quickly began to count out the crayons and then took five of them away. “Nine?”
“Good girl” he kissed her forehead, “You see you can do it. But remember you have to try and do the maths in your head too. You won’t have crayons to help you when you are in the classroom or whenever you’re doing your tests”
Katherine nodded, “I know. I guess I’ll have to start listening to Mr Jackson then”
He smirked, “Yes, you do. Now, you finish your sums and start your English work”
Katherine went onto the next question, feeling a little more relieved that she was able to do her homework. Freddy left the kitchen, towards the staircase. He wanted to get a start on her ‘photo album’ and needed to find the old photo albums Loretta had always kept in the attic. Perhaps he should also start to take some photos of her himself, he always wanted one of them fancy Polaroid cameras. He could develop the prints down in his room. They were rather expensive from what he heard, so perhaps he would have to wait a while before purchasing one.
Three months later…
Thursday 12^th December 1968. 11am…
A thick white blanket of crisp snow had fallen over the town of Springwood. The weather forecast had said that the snow would be staying for Christmas and quite possibly into the first few weeks of January.
Over the last few months Katherine’s visits to the park were becoming less frequent to her disappointment. The odd time she would relay her dissatisfaction to her father, trying to coerce him into bringing her into the park. Even for just an hour. But soon her begging stopped as he had threatened to spank her if she continued to pester him about it. She always knew that he if gave her that ‘look’ to keep her mouth shut. After being warned about being punished she quickly apologised, which made him smirk in success. He had often told her over the last few months that he was wary of letting her go to the park. Afraid that another little bully like Billy Morgan would tease and pick on her. She remembered how he coolly said that it was in her best interests that she didn’t go to the park all the time like she used to.
It mystified her, but still she agreed with what he said. However, she didn’t fully understand his reasons. Freddy has seen the uncertainly in her eyes and knew that he would have to make her understand, soon.
Krueger hid amongst the snow covered bushes and trees at the far end of the park, next to the small pond. His black glove clad hands carried a bundle of blankets, concealing his latest victim. The collar of his brown trench coat was tucked up around his face, while a thick teal scarf was wrapped around neck. It was a bitterly cold day. Despite, the heavy snow the schools were still opened. As for his job, the last week’s snow had meant that the Junkyard was closed for the foreseeable future. Well, until the conditions were ‘safe’ enough to work in. That was what Burke had said to them the week before when they arrived on Monday morning. To be honest, if didn’t really bother Freddy at all. He was starting to hate that job. He had considered looking for a new job lately.
Luckily, he had managed to save enough money over the last few months to afford not to work for a few weeks. It also gave him ample chance to focus on his next little piggy. He had seen the little piglet a few weeks before at the end of November. It was Katherine‘s first trip to the park since the end of September. She was a Katherine new friend. Helen Roberts. Her hair was a cherry blond colour, reaching down to the small of her back. She had such sweet soft lips, they tasted so good.
Freddy smiled underneath his fedora at this and slowed to a stop at the edge of the trees. He glanced to the left and then the right. The area was clear. He pulled back the blankets from Helen’s pale face, her throat was slit open. Dried blood was caked to her flesh. He laid her onto the ground and dragged the rest of the blankets off of her corpse, smiling heinously at her decimated body. Her chest was gutted open, her heart now missing from her crushed ribcage. It was now placed in a small jar back in the boiler room. He had to remind himself to pick it up and leave it home, before picking up Katherine.
Helen’s thighs were also bruised, as he had to forcefully hold her legs open as he raped her. Not once, but twice. He was a little greedy, he had to admit. Freddy shook his head lightly and knelt at the periphery of the pond, a few random bushes shielding him as he placed her cadaver on the snowy ground, on her back. Then placed a few pieces of loose twigs over her naked body. But he made sure to keep her chest and face visible. He wanted however would find her to see what had done to her. Taking one last glance at her corpse he quickly made back to his car with a perverted grin carved across his face.
Saturday, 4^th January 1969
For once the weather forecast was right. The snow had still covered Springwood. Another few blustery storms had swept over the town in the last week or so, making the snow even thicker and deeper. It was two days before the new School Semester began and Springwood Park was heaving with children. All of them wanting to enjoy the snow before going back to school.
At one of the large oak trees in the middle of the park, Katherine Krueger looked up at her father as he reached down to scoop more snow off the ground. She rubbed her red clad gloved hands together and then tightened her matching scarf around her neck. She was dressed in her Christmas clothes, a red dress, with white tights underneath and black painted shoes. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail with two set of ribbons - red and green. While upon her head was a small red beret.
Freddy patted the snow against the body of the five foot snowman they had just finished assembling. His black gloved hands soothed the snow onto the top of the snowman’s head. “What do you want to call him Kat?”
She titled her head to the side, lost in thought and then lifted her gaze up to him as he stood above her dressed in his trench coat, his red and green sweater barely visible underneath his teal scarf. After a few seconds she broke out into a smile, “Can we call him after you?”
“Freddy?” he chuckled lightly, “Okay, we’ll call him Freddy”
She grinned and hobbled over towards her schoolbag that she had brought with her. Her legs nearly buckled underneath her as she almost lost her balance in the snow. Her right hand snaked its way into the bag and pulled out a thin black scarf. Turning towards the snowman she wrapped the scarf around it’s neck, “Daddy, we need buttons for its front!”
He was one step ahead of her as he pulled out several small rocks of coal from his canvas bag, “There you go”
Katherine smiled once more and then carefully pushed three of them into the belly of the snowman.
“Now, for his face” Freddy held out several more lumps of coal, “You finish him off”
She took about seven pieces in her hands and then delicately began placing them on his face, creating a smile, a nose and two eyes. “That’s him all done daddy!”
Freddy chuckled and then leisurely reached back into his bag, to pull out his new Polaroid camera. It had set him back about a hundred dollars, quite a lot of money for someone on his income. But it would be worth it. He just couldn’t wait to take pictures of the little piglets. But most of all he wanted to take pictures of her, of Katherine.
Katherine suddenly turned back to him as he held the camera in his hands. Her eyes lit up in surprise, “Is that new daddy?”
“Yes, it is” he gave her a sly smirk, “Now, stand by the snowman and give me a big smile!”
She grinned back and scurried to the left hand side of the snowman, that stood about three to four inches taller than her. Freddy studied her thoughtfully, noticing that she hadn’t really grown that much taller in the last year or so. To a certain extent he preferred her that way, this small. She steadied herself and clasped her hands together in front of her and smiled warmly.
He knelt on his right knee and lifted the camera, peering through the lens and pressed the shutter button. There was small click, then a whirring sound and slowly the photo began to slide out of the front of the camera, through a small thin gap approximately three to four inches in length. He gripped it in his right hand and slowly shook it back and forth.
Katherine’s eyes went wide in awe, “Does it print out the photos? I thought you had to bring the camera to the mall to get them printed out?”
“You can do both” he beckoned her over, “Come here and look”
She walked over, her feet crunching softly on the snow and peered down at the photograph. The dull grey image began to clear into the picture of her standing beside the snowman, her face was quite clear in the dim light. Her rosy cheeks stood out as she gave a zealous grin. “Wow! I’ve never seen a camera do that before!”
He placed the photo on the ground and readied the camera again, “You want me to take another?”
With a vibrant nod she stepped back a few feet and then planted her hands on her hips, as if she was posing and smiled once more, her head tilting to the side a little.
Freddy laughed from behind the camera as he took her picture, “So, you trying to show off? Huh?”
She giggled and approached him, “Um, no. Well, yeah maybe a little!”
He gave another playful chuckle and watched as she turned away form him to look at the snowman once more. After placing the camera and photos into his bag, Freddy inconspicuously gathered a handful of snow in his right hand and hid it behind his back before rising to his feet.
“Katherine…” he quietly sung her name teasingly.
She spun back to him and immediately saw the impish look on his face, while her eyes glanced at this hand behind his back. He smiled innocently at her, “Do you want to see what’s in my hand?”
Katherine bit her bottom lip and took a few hesitant steps back, “No, I don’t want to…”
“Aw, I really think you do!” he pouted sadly, then lunged at her light-heartedly and threw the snow at her. But for once she was too quick and ducked out of his path, giggling madly.
She stooped lower to grab a fistful of snow and spun back to him a he advanced towards her, both his hands now filled with thick white snow. Another laugh came from her as she threw her snow at him and darted out of his reach and ran around the snowman, trying to keep her distance from him. He chortled puckishly and smiled at her. “I bet I can catch you!”
Katherine shook her head in defiance and then ran past the snowman, trying to make a run for the tree. But he was too fast this time as he swiftly pursued her and threw the snow over her little frame, then tackled her onto the snow. She tried to push him off of her, but he clutched more snow and began to spray it over her face and clothes. Yet again she squealed in laughter and tried to cover her flushed face with her hands.
Freddy snarled playfully and began to grab at her sides, tickling her and growled in a low haughty voice. “Gotcha, piggy!”
Katherine eyes widened in disbelief. She hadn’t heard him say this in a long while. “Oh, no! The big bad wolf!” she began to play along.
He flashed his pearly white teeth in a please grin, enjoying that she was starting to participate in the game. “Little piggy, I’m so hungry! I’m famished!”
She placed her hands against his chest and tried with all her might to push him off of her, but he gently clutched her hands in his and pinned them to the ground and moved his legs so that he was straddling her legs. He then leaned forward, the tip of his fedora hat touching her forehead. His face barely inches from hers. He gave her a wayward grin and growled huskily, “Got you, my little piglet! Gonna eat you all up!”
His daughter stared up at him, trying to keep her laughter at bay. She had to stay in character, keep up the pretence that she was actually afraid of him. But she couldn’t help but smirk as he gave her a mischievous wink and then his mouth attached itself to the side of her left cheek, playfully gnawing at her flesh and then began to move down towards her neck where he began to blow raspberries against her skin.
Her mouth went agape as she let out a shriek of giggles, “St-top! That tickles!”
Freddy’s lips curled into a satisfied smile against her skin upon hearing her laughter. But quickly his actions stopped.
To their far right there was a small scuffle, making both father and daughter sit up and turn towards the scene near a small snow covered picnic bench. Two young girls, perhaps seven or eight were tugging at each other’s hairs in a savage scuffle. Their voices high-pitched as they squealed at each other. One of them in the cream coat shoved the other girl back and viciously slapped her face. It wasn’t long until their mother’s hurried towards them, to pull the warring pair apart.
Katherine’s body with rigid with fear and she absently grabbed her father’s coat, shuffling closer to him. He curled his left arm around her, “It’s okay. Do you recognise them to girls?”
She lifted her gaze to face him, “Yeah, they are in the year above me. I see them in the playground at school. They always fight with each other!”
“They do?”
“Yeah. They don’t like each other. I never go near them. Are they bullies too?” she asked.
“Yes” he nodded grimly and pulled her to her feet, “You stay away from them. I don’t want you go get hurt again. The way that little Billy hurt you last year”
“But you protected me”
He smiled and nodded, “Yes, I did. Do you want to head home? Did that upset you?”
“Yes. I just don’t like people fighting” she trembled.
He lifted her into his arms, venturing over to their bags and lifted them with his free hand. “Let’s go home and we’ll build another snowman in the back yard. Would you like that?”
She gave a small nod and clasped her hands around his neck as he carried her towards the main entrance of the park. He threw once last glance at the playground, watching each child with disdain. Maybe those voices were right. There could be others like that bastard Billy. Over the last several months he knew that had to be some reason why he was keeping her visits to the park to a bare minimum. Today he knew why. Each and every one of the children were little bullies. Either they were now or they were going to grow up to be like them. Nothing but nasty, vile brats! He had to protect Katherine from them, she had to comprehend what they were really like. What mean little fuckers they ALL were. He couldn’t let them get close to his little girl. They would end up tormenting her, like the way he was as a child. There was one thing he could do and teach her what they were like. Get her to finally realise that she didn’t need them. He had to gradually make her detach herself from her friends, from the other children in school. In time he would show her that the only person she could ever trust, could ever need was him.
Her father.
Saturday 12^TH April 1969
The morning sun broke through the murky clouds, brightening up the park as Freddy’s red Chevy drove towards the small car park. His daughter Katherine sat excitedly in the passenger seat, leaning forward as she scoured the park for her friends. It had been over five, perhaps six weeks since she had been here. It was for her 7^th birthday had had taken her here, but for some reason they didn’t stay that long and her father had been acting rather peculiar that day. Demanding that she stayed on her bike, not to venture too far into the park. And that if she did decide to play with her friends, to tell him who they were and where they were playing. It was though he was scrutinizing her every move!
She remembered the vice grip he held on her hand as he held her hand as they walked home, with his pulling the bike with his other hand. It was though he was reluctant to let her go. Katherine had wanted to know why he was acting so strangely, but wisely decided against it. Knowing that he would be angry with her. So, she kept quiet.
But here she was, back at the park. Perhaps today he would be in better form.
Katherine smiled up at him as he opened the passenger door and clutched his opened hand. They entangled their fingers together and walked in silence towards the park, again his destination was the small bench near the fountain. It appeared he was the only one who liked to sit there. No one else seemed to sit beside him. Not that he didn’t mind. Hardly anyone ever talked to him in the park. Well, apart from Donald Thompson. It was just a polite ‘hello’ or ‘good morning’ whenever he strolled past while on his police patrol with that smarmy fucker Garcia.
Freddy would smile back, going along with his charade of being friendly. When in fact, all he wanted was to cut both of the bastard’s throats.
Once he had settled on the bench, his grip loosened on his daughter’s hand who then tried to head towards the main play area. But she gasped as her father’s hands gripped her waist and tugged her back onto his lap. “No, you don’t” his voice murmured in her ear, “Not so fast!”
Her lips pouted in dismay as she looked up to him, “But what did I do?”
He ran his right hand through her left pigtail, “Nothing. Daddy just needs to talk to you…” his eyes scoured the park and gestured with his left hand towards the children, as he growled, “about them!”
“Them?” she glance at the park.
“Yes. The other children” his eyes grew dark with vindictiveness under his fedora, “Listen to me very carefully, baby girl”
Katherine swallowed thickly and nodded. Her hands grasped the rim of her purple dress, twisting it apprehensively. Over the last few months she had begun to hate the way he talked to her in that tone of voice. It didn’t happen all the time. But whenever he did, it was so menacing. As though he was silently threatening her. It sent chills up her spine.
He smirked heinously, noticing her uneasiness. “I don’t want you playing with them little brats from now on!”
“Brats?” she cocked her head to the side, “You mean my friends?”
“They aren’t your friends, sweetheart” he idly began to play with her left pigtail, his fingers intertwining and then unravelling in her hair, “You see princess, they are pretending to be your friends!”
“Pretending?”
“Yes” he nodded, “They are acting. You see, little boys and little girls like them turn out to be bullies! Just like Billy. They are using you Katherine. Pretending to be your friends!”
“But…” her lips quivered in fear, “I haven’t done anything to them! I’m always nice to them! I don’t understand!”
Freddy hushed her and drew her into a small hug, “Sssh now!” he then tilted her face towards his, “You see, when I was a little boy, I thought I had friends. But they were pretending too. They started to become nasty to me, calling me names. Pushing me around in the playground, out on my street. They turned out to be bullies in the end!”
She took a deep breath, holding back a sob. “Did your mommy and daddy not do anything?”
Slowly, Freddy’s right hand fell upon her left shoulder and for a split second his fingers dug into her shoulder, but it went unnoticed by her. He had never mentioned his parents to her. Hell, he didn’t have a fucking clue who his real birth father was. He only had Underwood as a father, well his step father and what a fucker he was. As for his bitch whore of a mother, well he hadn’t seen her in years. “I don’t know who my real parents are”
His daughter’s mouth went wide in sorrow and she slowly reached out to grasp his hand, as if she was comforting him. “I’m sorry daddy”
“It’s okay” he leaned forward to kiss her left cheek, “But you need to understand, the children will hurt you. If not now, but in the future. So, you need to keep away from them. It will protect you from getting hurt”
“But can you not protect me too?” she pleaded.
He squeezed her waist gently, “Of course I will. But from now on you have to start playing on your own” there was a pause as he stared musingly at her, “You do trust me, don’t you baby?”
She nodded vehemently, “Yes, I trust you daddy”
Freddy gave a sly smirk at her reply. “I’ve never lied to you and I never will”
Again she nodded in agreement and her grip on his intensified as he squeezed it back. He intertwined his fingers with hers, “Remember a few months ago when we were at the park building the snowman? There were two girls fighting?”
“Yeah, they’re called Lisa and Karen. I found out their names from school”
“Well, Lisa and Karen are little bullies too! Just like the rest of them” he looked up at the children with a venomous glare.
Katherine twisted around on his lip to stare gloomily at the park, “But who am I going to play with?”
“You can bring your bike, your dolls. You can play in the playground. I’ll even play with you. I just don’t want you playing with the other children” Freddy remarked coldly.
“What about in school?”
He sighed and thought for a moment, “Well, you keep your distance from the other pupils. You see that is when bullying is the worse, when you’re in school. Whenever you are on your lunch, you play on your own. You don’t even have to go outside, I’m sure your teacher will allow you to stay in the classroom during lunch. You can sit and draw. You love drawing don’t you? You love art?”
Katherine nodded silently.
“See?” he drew her close, “You can still have fun without the other children!”
Her right hand reached up to wipe away a stray tear from her face, “Okay, daddy. I understand”
“Good” he grinned triumphantly, then warned. “I’ll be watching you when you’re at the park from now on. I want to make sure you behave yourself”
She slid off his lap and stood before him, taking a few deep breaths. He held out his hand, revealing a few quarters. “Go and get yourself something to drink. But give me a kiss before you go”
Obediently she took the change off of him and tip-toed up to kiss him lightly on the lips, then turned away to walk towards the kiosk beside the fountain.
Freddy chucked iniquitously and tipped his fedora a little lower over his face, then lit up a cigarette. But he kept close eye on his daughter, watching her every, like a predator watching its prey. After purchasing her beverage she inched towards the fountain and sat on the edge, her hands clutching her small plastic white cup tautly. Her gaze glimpsed up towards the bench and she gave a small shiver as she saw her father studying her.
She sipped at her drink and then twisted around to watch the children in the park several yards from her position. A few of the children were engaged in a fast and frantic game of ‘tag’. Her eyes furrowed slightly as she saw one of the boys deliberately trip up another boy, sending him spiralling to the ground with a small thud. The fallen boy cried in agony, having scrapped his knee on the gravel. Katherine flinched, her heart going out to the boy. Next she cast her gaze towards the grass next to the park, again examining the children as they engaged in their games. Some of them seemed a little bossier than others, taking charge and being rather unruly towards the others. She had never noticed this before. It was no wonder, she was too busy playing with her friends.
From the bench, Freddy chuckled quietly to himself as he continued to watch Katherine. For the last twenty minutes she hadn’t moved an inch from her seat on the fountain. Her curious gaze was set upon the other children as they played with each other. She was absorbing how they were interacting with each other, analysing their little traits. From her facial expression he knew she was pondering what he had told her shortly before. She was starting to become more cautious, being vigilant around them.
She is starting to doubt them…become wary of them.
She knows that you’re right. She knows…
Just the way you planned it Freddy!
Freddy tensed slightly, his lips curling into a small snarl as he saw a girl approach her. It was her friend Lucy. He stubbed his cigarette out on the edge of the wooden bench, wishing that it was Lucy’s little face instead.
Katherine took another drink of her lemonade and gulped wearily as Lucy walked towards her. “Hi, are you not going to play with us? We’re going to play rounder’s. We’ve got a bat and ball!”
Katherine shifted anxiously on her seat and gave a fleeting glance at her father, how was watching them both with interest. Lucy followed Katherine’s fleeting glance and then asked. “Why is your daddy staring at you like that?”
“He’s just making sure I’m okay” Katherine rebuked.
Lucy shrugged, “He always stares at you like that. It’s really creepy. Actually, he stares at everyone like that! All the kids!”
Slowly, Katherine stood from the fountain, her eyes tightened in silent rage. “And so what?”
“It’s just very scary” Lucy lowered her voice to a whisper, “Your dad is weird”
Katherine’s jaw dropped in horror. How dare anyone say that about her father? Let alone someone how was meant to be her friend? “No, he isn’t! You’re being mean!”
“He is” Lucy nodded, “All he does sit on the bench and watches the kids play. He’s so creepy!”
That was it, as Katherine threw her plastic cup down in front of Lucy’s feet in fury. The remaining liquid splashed over the rim of the cup, soaking the ground. But to Katherine’s dismay it didn’t soak Lucy. She snarled at her friend, “No, he isn’t. Leave me alone!”
Without another word Katherine spun away and ran up towards the bench where he father was watching. He grinned sinfully beneath his hat, seeing the antagonism that was on Katherine’s face as she nearly soaked her friend. He straightened up and soon his grin disappeared as she reached his side and scrambled onto his lap.
“What is it, princess?”
Katherine snuggled against his chest, “Can we go home daddy?”
His right hand slithered under her jaw and tipped her face up towards, while his left hand pulled her body back so she was sitting facing him. “I thought you wanted to come to the park. Did anything happen? I saw you sitting at the fountain”
“I was watching the others. I’ve never noticed it before, but I saw some kids being really bossy! I even saw a boy tripping up another boy while they were playing tag. He meant to do it! It was awful! Some of them are just like Billy!” she let out a small sob, she felt frightened.
“Not just some. All of them are like Billy. You see?” he nodded, “I told you honey, they are good at hiding it. They are all little liars!”
She threw a quick glance at Lucy as she played amongst the swings, “Lucy was really mean too! She said you were staring at me weird. She said it was creepy. She said that you were weird and creepy! But you’re not daddy!” her voice shook with rage.
“Of course I’m not. Don’t you believe a word she says, she’s is lying! Okay?”
Katherine nodded quickly, “I know daddy!” she leaned up to hug him and kissed him once on his lips, “I love you”
Freddy wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close as a vile grin grew across his face, “I know you do. Daddy loves you too!”
He rose to his feet and wrapped his right hand under her legs, while she curled her left hand around his neck. “You do realise that you don’t need them? The other children. It’s just going to be you and me Katherine. That’s all you need. Just me!”
She gave a small nod and smiled as he carried her back to the car. He was right. Her daddy was always right. “I know daddy”
Freddy kissed her forehead and smiled cunningly at her. This was the start of it, the isolation. Over time she would distance herself form the other children. He had never liked her playing with other children, it stirred up jealously within him whenever he saw her playing with kids in the street or in the park. His jealously had increased more so, now that Loretta was gone. Katherine was his. He created her. She was his flesh and blood.
She was his possession.
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