Prologue

Some days we wake up to the nightmares we had the previous night. Is it by God's hand that we awaken at all? My own mind tells me that perhaps it is true. Maybe God does exist. Whether he does or does not remains to be seen for my dreams now plague me even in what is supposed to be the waking world. A demon of sorts now haunts me. He has since I came to this God forsaken town of Springwood. He says he will not kill me if i do as i am told. Its been eight months since I moved here. Eight months since we made the deal. Eight God damned months since I sold my soul to him. He calls himself Freddy. I've tried doing research on him but can find nothing at all. At first I thought I had gone mad so I told my friends about him and they too had dreams of him once I spoke of him. Too little too late I realized that the deal held true. My friends have been dropping off like flies since then. Freddy stated that he needed me to gain his power once more. He told me that I was the key, that through my words and my dreams he could become as powerful as he once was. He frightened me and he knew it. He used my fear against me, it was what he needed. The deal was that if i kept spreading the word and telling others of him then I would not become "one of his children". He often told me he liked my name. On those quiet nights after he had his fun with me we would talk. Well, he would talk and i would listen while trying to regain my composure. One of those times he told me he had a daughter with the same name as mine. My name is Katherine and i am Freddy Krueger's doll. I'm his puppet with which he can do whatever he likes. I harbor quite a bit of fear for him but then again i'm a fearful person. I've been legally on my own since i was 15. I watched the murder of my parents but authorities granted me the ability to live on my own under the circumstance that i checked in with a psychiatrist every two weeks or whenever i felt as though i was losing control. I haven't told her about Freddy. Honestly I don't think she would believe me and i really don't want to go into a foster home much less be placed with someone in my family. I love my family too much to allow Freddy to harm them so I keep my mouth shut when i talk to Ms. Buroughs. However she does know about my strange fascination with objects that are claimed to be evil or have something to do with darkness. I am 17 now, almost 18 and when i have the money I'm getting out of here. Hopefully I can take my collection with me.