Saturday night Anne returned to her parents, who sat at the table with happy faces. A fresh cake lit with 18 colorful candles stuck around the white and purple frosting. Julie laughed and leaned over to look at the cake, where written in purple icing was 'Happy 18 Anne'.
Anne set down the 6 bags that had been weighing down her arms, and leaned into the cake. "Happy Birthday sweetheart." Her mother commented as she leaned over and kissed her daughters cheek. Her father kissed the top of her head, and pulled out a camera.
Anne leaned over the cake with a melted look, she knew what to wish for, she just didn't think it would come true. Taking in a deep breath, she closed her eyes and chanted her wish in her head. Letting her air out, she watched as one by one the candles faded away.
They all clapped while her father took one by one shots, soon the kitchen was dark without the candle light, and her mother flipped the switch and the overhead lights turned on. Julie leaned on her shoulder and smiled, "What did you wish for?" She questioned looking at her innocently.
"I'm not telling!" Anne exclaimed as she shook her best friend off with a chuckle. Julie gave her a fake hurt expression and Anne rolled her eyes. "A helicopter." She joked, Julie gave her a serious glance, "I can get that." She didn't have a hint of mockery in her voice. Anne gave her a stern No glare, and Julie looked away from her, giggling.
Anne glanced over at Julie for a quick second, She was already half asleep. She wanted to reach over and shake her friend awake, but she herself didn't have the strength. Slowly everything faded to blackness, her eyes closing as she began to slumber.
Her head screaming no don't fall asleep, but her body feeling relaxed, drifted off. She never should have let Julie sleep over, now a murderer was directly next to her. Using the last of her strength to look over at Julie, Anne noted how peaceful she looked, maybe Krueger wouldn't turn on her.
Freddy was at first by himself, alone in the boiler room. He'd do the killing himself tonight, his knives dangled from the glove and he clicked them together several times. Hot air filling his lungs, a happy malicious look in his eyes, and a vicious grin on his face.
The plea of help came from the left, and Freddy knew it was time. Cries for help filled the air, 'Hey Someone there? Can somebody help me?' They were female, high pitched and slightly squeaky. Something rose in Freddy, something he missed.
Slowly he made his way to the calls, letting his ears carry him. When the girl came into view an even Bigger grin covered his face. He ran his knives across the metal pipes, scaring the confused red head. She turned around to see where the noise was coming from, but saw just the steam from broken pipes.
Krueger remained out of view for several moments, letting his victim search frantically for the source of the awful noise. "H-hello? Is anyone th-there?" Her question was responded to with a malice cackle, and more god awful scraping across the pipes.
She let out a high pitch scream, and backed herself up, trying to cover her ears. Freddy missed this, the terror in the victims eye, the curdling call for help which was never answered. He loved being he last person his victim would see.
So why did he have Anne kill? Why would he deny himself this sweet hobby. Deprive himself of the violent victory? Well because not long before forcing Anne to kill, Something played across his mind. Yes he was wonderful at murdering, was his edge fading? Not a chance in hell, Freddy Krueger was a murder who could never lose his edge.
However, when reviewing his past, several victims got away. Waking up before they were dead, Krueger knew why. How would you feel if a psychotic burned man with knife fingers was coming at you? He needed someone who seemed so innocent to keep them in place, than to be murdered.
That's why he had Anne, she was nothing more than a face in the crowd. No one would suspect she as a murderer, that's why no one woke up, because she was a gentle face with a vicious secret. Taking her over and forcing her to kill, was just the fun of watching her suffer.
He turned back to his victim, She was still glancing from Side to side looking for a way out. He laughed again, picturing her demise, this is what he became a killer for. He walked into view allowing the girl to get a good look at him, she stared openly for a moment.
"Who are you?" her voice was filled with terror, as she took in with her eyes the burned man with the murderous smile. It's what Freddy waited to hear, they always wanted to know.
"Your worst Nightmare, Bitch." With that he showed her his knives gloating without words. She hesitated before taking a sharp turn to the right and burst into a full sprint. A chase, one of Freddy's favorite, how they think they have a chance of getting away.
He took off after her, letting her get a head start, but he'd catch up. Like anyone else being chased, she turned back several times to see how far ahead she was. Her breathing become harder as her lungs began to deflate. When she turned to face the front again, she slammed into his chest.
The girl bounced to the ground and stared up at him with fear. One hand helping her sit up, one hand over her face incase he decided to strike. Again he laughed before raising his glove above both of them, and threw it down at her. She let out a final scream, as the knives came at her.
Anne was completely confused, why hadn't she been dragged to the boiler room to kill. Was it her night off or was it a birthday gift? She looked at the clock, 2:43pm. Julie had gone home half an hour ago, her mother needed help unloading the newest addition to her animal program. Frosty, a white and black speckled horse.
Anne pulled the triangular glass necklace around her neck and jumped back onto her bed, pulling her computer to her lap. She sat half way up, her head against the wall as she brought up a search bar, her fingers looming over the keys.
She typed in Freddy Krueger, and plenty result came up. Add on's such as 'Freddy Krueger, Child Murderer.' and 'Bastard Son of A hundred Maniacs.' Something caught Anne's 5 results down. 'Amanda Krueger Mother of monster.' She immediately clicked on it. (No these aren't real links on Goggle.)
A page opened up of a long Paragraph in black script font, the sides filled with more links to newspaper articles. Her eyes grazed the opening paragraph, and suddenly she knew this was just what she needed if she wanted to know more about Krueger.
Every claim about Amanda Krueger and her Bastard son have been gathered and filed to this site, starting from the scandal that started the tragedy and carries on to the death of Fred Krueger. Even reports of kills done by Krueger after his death, have been place in this site.
