THE KRUEGER DIARYS

This has been in my Laptop for awhile. Finally think I'm happy with it So I thought why not stick it on fanfiction while I can't sleep and again don't care about timelines etc and this Freddy is based on the real Freddy Krueger Robert Englund! Not that other Jackie Earle Haley Michael Bay Shite!

Fred Krueger Journal Entry

Found the perfect place today, an old cabin. It's really deep in the woods. It's very secluded. I doubt anyone would be able to discover my games, unless they were going to play them with me. The man who rented the cabin to me for the summer holidays a relative of Johnny Tate, the father of one of my most beloved victims.

I remember it like it was yesterday. The name was Erica. She was one of the most fun of all of my victims to play the games with. I remember her name like I remember how beautifully her blood poured down her legs like a waterfall. Oh she was damn, fucking fun piece of shit if I ever saw one. Or killed one.

She tried to struggle as I held the blades of my glove in her stomach. She struggled and struggled but she was just too WEAK to escape. I just needed to hold my ungloved hand on her neck to prevent her from escaping. I didn't even need to squeeze it to keep her from running off. But I did anyway. When I squeezed it looked almost as if his eyes were going to pop out of her head! Oh it was hilarious. I laugh just thinking about it now. She was a pathetic bitch.

I twisted my finger blades around in her stomach a little so I could hear her squeal like a pig.

She then died. It was really disappointing when she died. It felt as if I had only had her impaled for a half a second. But time flies when you're having fun as they say. Hmm, it was so lovely. Just a second, I'm going to go look at the pictures.

Back. Ah, while I was checking out one of my most cherished memories I came across the article in the paper about his death. It mentioned me. It told how "grief stricken" I was. I was in mourning with Johnny and the others. I pretended to be devastated. Everyone bought it, including Johnny. I had to giggle.

Erica was the only thing Johnny had in life. His wife had died a year ago.

Anyway, I'm getting off topic. This entry is supposed to be about the cabin I rented for the summer. My bitchy wife had been at me for ages to take her and my precious angel Kathryn on a vacation. She's so selfish. She wants to go somewhere nice and quiet. Where she can go for long nature hikes and do some reading. Basically, leave me and Kathryn bored as hell while she prances around enjoying herself. Well, I wanted a place where Kathryn and I could have fun as well.

It took me ages but I've finally found this cabin. It's really old, and more run down. There's a road where there's a race going on. But it's secluded and in the woods. That means the bitch can do her selfish activities and Kathryn and I can have a good time as well. As I said before, Kathryn will like playing in those woods. Well, as I've said probably a million times by now, the cabin's cut from the rest of the world, except for a flimsy bridge and a trail to town. There would be no witnesses to the games.

Came home I watched my little Kathryn playing from the bushes when I drove off to check out the cabin. There were no other kids to play with her they all at the ball park which Kathryn is banned from. I joined in. We played hide 'n go seek and tag. I love my little girl immediately from the day she was born and my love for her grows everyday She's the only thing in this world I'll ever love and protect.

I looked around the cabin. As I said before, it was a dump. The furniture looked as if they were one of the people I had slashed apart with my gloves. The couch and pillows were particularly bad. Their stuffing littered the rotting, damp, floor where only a few shreds of carpet could be seen. The windows were all cracked. Two of them were even broken. It was like playing hopscotch trying not to step on the pieces of glass. The walls were full of holes of all shapes and sizes. The boards that boarded up the holes were boarded up themselves!

But it still had a few nice touches. The two big windows on both sides of the door were really cool. They looked like the eyes of a demon.

I really liked the living room. There was a shelf with all kings of interesting, old, books crammed into it. They were mostly about voodoo and other shit. One was about something called "Dream Demons." It looked interesting. Maybe I'll join my slut of a wife in her reading sometime. There were also lots of pots and pans about as well as a little stove. I turned it on and guess what? It works!

I've also spied a really bitchin' moose head above a REALLY big fireplace! The head looks like it's laughing hysterically. It's almost as if it knows what I'm going to do within these walls and finds as amusing as I do. There's also a shotgun hanging up. It might come in handy if my wife or another adult finds out about my games while I'm out here. As I said a gun is the only SURE FIRE way to axe an adult! Get it? "Sure fire?" I kill me sometimes! And I kill others lots of times!

There's also a very interesting tool shed out back. It's full of screwdrivers, chains, pliers; shot gun rounds, a work desk, various mechanical objects and a huge honking chainsaw!

I looked at the basement. It wasn't bad. It looked basically the same as the tool shed except for the floor. It was just the dirt on the ground. But that's just as well. It would be easy to bury there. Floorboards are usually so hard to dig through.

All in all it looked like a good place to spend a month or two. No boiler room, but hey, what is? I showed my wife and baby girl the cabin. At first they was reluctant to vacation there. Then I showed the wife the cost of the other places she wanted to go and she promptly changed her tune Kathryn took a little bit more convincing.

Well, it's time to drive off there now. I'll make another entry soon.