Disclaimer: I own nothing except for dialouge, and plot....

I'm living under the alias Maggie Burroghs, with two strange people I've no relation to.

I am required to call them Mom and Dad. I've done so since I was six. It didn't feel natural then or now. I go through the motions of life as Maggie Burroghs, but I know who I am on the inside...

I'm Katherine Krueger at heart...I know my Mother,Loretta,is dead. I saw my father strangle her with his bare hands. I know I should be upset and hurt...My heart does sometimes go numb when I see my friends with their real moms,but other than that...I don't remember much about her.

My Father, on the other hand, I know a great deal about.I remember him the most. We lived at 1428 Elm Street,where he stood with his hands in his pockets when the police and social worker pulled me away from him...I didn't know why at the time. I began crying when they told me I had to leave him. I remember clinging to his jacket as if my life depended on it. His Green eyes caught me in a look that was cold and disgusted.

"Katherine Krueger,you will shut up this instant! I will not listen to your whining, I'd had enough of that from your mother! Do you want to end up like her? Besides,to cry is to show weakness, and I've taught you better! Do us Krueger's have weaknesses? Hmmm?"My Father snapped, pulling off his jacket and throwing it at me.

"No...But Daddy I don't wanna..."

"I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU WANT KATHERINE JUST GO!" My father screamed shaking me. Hard. That's when I was dragged away from my home and life as Katherine Krueger. The reason they took me from my Father was because he was a child murderer,The famed and feared Springwood Slasher,As I was later told...I remember sitting at the police station answering questions about my Father's habits.

"Did your Daddy ever hurt you?" The officer asked.

"No."

"Did he hurt your Momma?"

"No...not really...it wasn't exactly his fault..."

"What do you mean?"

"It wasn't his fault! She went in his workroom after he told her not to go there!!" I shrieked.

"What wasn't his fault? What workroom?" The officer asked puzzled.

"Daddy just lost his temper...He didn't mean to strangle Mommy...It just happened...After she snooped in his locked workroom...The one in the basement..."

"REALLY KATHERINE?! WHAT DON'T YOU TELL HIM EVERY ASPECT OF MY PERSONAL LIFE FOR GOD SAKE!" My Father spat angrily from behind me.

I shivered, then turned to face his wrath.

"Daddy you and Mommy taught me not to lie! I'm sorry! I promise I won't tell anyone else!"

I vowed. Unfortunetly,the damage had been done...My Father DID get out however when an unexpected technicality showed up on court papers, he was freed. The events that followed suit, were chaotic, and terrifying, and tramatic...The night the angry parents of my peers decided to take matters into their own hands is a clear enough memory as well, it was a Sunday night just after church service with my new parents,Josh and Amanda Burroghs,that we walked back toward my former home. As we stepped onto my yard, I noticed lots of other people. There was the Pastor and his wife, my friend Jessica's parents, and lots of other familiar faces I knew and loved.

"Why are we here?" I chirped happily enough thinking this was some sort of party.

Josh's expression hardened.

"We've come to kill the Devil..." I heard someone murmer near me. It was my friend Carlos.

"What are you talking about?! My Daddy is the only one living th..." My chest tightened as the realization sank in.

"NO! YOU CAN'T KILL MY DADDY!" I hollered at the mob of people who were setting rags stuck in glass bottles alight.

"DON'T YOU DARE THINK ABOUT HURTING MY DADDY!!! HE'S ALL I HAVE LEFT!!! NO, DON'T..." By this time I was racing to the front of the mob. Josh and Amanda were right behind me. I was still to late. The house was a blazing inferno, nothing remained untouched. I noticed a fire truck, and ran over to it.

"HELP MY DADDY HE'S IN THE BASEMENT I'M SURE! PLEASE HELP HIM!"

The fireman took one look at the house and laughed.

"Help that sicko after he killed my little boy?! I DON'T THINK SO."

I ran to the front of the mob.

"I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU ALL! YOU KILLED MY DADDY!!! HOW COULD YOU!?" I shouted above the crackling of the fire.

My friends were finding my pain amusing. How could they? I began to wail.

"IT'S NOT FUNNY!" I turned to my so called friends.

"I hope everyone of you die in a really painful way while your asleep." I said calmly to them. Everyone stared at me in horror. Josh scooped me up, and I began to cry again.

I could have sworn I heard my Father, Fredrick Charles Krueger, laughing from the depths of the basement.

"It's not funny Daddy..." I muttered sleepily as I leaned my head on Josh's shoulder.

"I know baby..." Josh whispered. Didn't he know I wasn't talking to him? I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up it was morning night before seemed only a dream,and, as children often do, I convinced myself it was just that. I walked downstairs just as Josh opened the paper. I stopped short when I saw the front page. "Springwood Slasher killed yesterday in home, Daughter helped uncover truth to child murders" I began howling again.

Amanda stared at me before connecting my thoughts to the newspaper heading.

"JOSH!"

"I'm sorry!" Josh muttered helplessly.

Amanda sat me on her lap.

"Maggie don't cry. Your Daddy would have been caught eventually. It would have all come out in the wash at some point."

"Who is Maggie, and what does laundry have to do with me killing Daddy?!"

"Maggie is your new name. Josh and I have adopted you, and you didn't kill your Daddy..."

"He signed his own death warrant when he decided to take killing children up as a hobby..." Josh murmured darkly to himself, but I heard. I cried awhile more, but eventually no tears were left to shed. And that was the end of Katherine Krueger, and the beginning of Maggie Burroghs.

"Here, this should make you feel better." Amanda cooed taking my Father's jacket from the back of the chair next to Josh.

I buried my face in the plush lining of it.

I've found if I close my eyes tight, and think really hard, I can imagine him with me still.

I begun speculating something the town is just beginning to understand. The town won a single battle, not the war, and they are dealing with something that is completely out of their control...something that's a part of me...My Father, Freddy Krueger...I just wish I knew why I felt this way. It was only a feeling after all...right?