Chapter 16
In The Beginning
Part 1
September 12th 1973
Missing children wasn't something new to see on the cover of the paper in Springwood. What was unusual was the fact that no one would do anything about it. Proof was so hard to find when it came to crime scenes. It wasn't like they could find a smoking gun or even a finger print on the bodies. Out of the 15 missing over the last few years only 8 had been found, and found dead. Parent's grieved as parent's do, cursing God and whatever villain had killed their children. But who cared for the parents? It seemed no one did.
Gina Keller was the most resent among them. Her 4 year old boy, Adam had just been discovered stuffed in a blood soaked sack in the back of an abandoned truck just near the City limits. Gina, 19, unwed and single sat crying at the police station. Her son was the first body ever found nearly fresh, and the gruesome things done to his body were too much for even the local police to stomach. Lt. Donald Thompson sat looking at the report on his desk and glancing up at the sobbing girl sitting on chair across from him. How could he tell her the things he had to tell her?
He took a deep breath and opened his mouth to speak, but no words could form. "Mrs. Keller?" he began after some effort. "When did you say your son went missing?"
Gina fought back sobs. She dried here swollen red eyes and tried to think. "It was on Saturday." She explained. "I came home from working at the diner, and picked him up from his babysitter's. We were walking home that evening just past the high school. He was playing with a paper airplane in the street light as we were crossing the street. He ran ahead of me at the corner of Bennet and Branch. He went around the corner and as I walked ahead, when I turned past the bushes, I didn't see him anymore." She started to cry again, but still continued through her sobs. "I stood there calling for him and looking, until I was soon screaming. That's when you came and picked me up."
Lt Thompson nodded and glanced at the report. Everything she was saying matched the report he wrote a few days before. They had looked all over the block to try and find him that night, but couldn't even find a shoe print. Now he was going to have to tell this girl that her son was found, but not alive. But from the looks of it, he knew he didn't have to tell her, she knew.
"Where did you find him?" she asked solemnly.
"He was found inside an old truck outside of town." He said gravely. He glanced at his family photo on his desk. His wife sat with a rosy faced 3 year old little girl on her lap. Just behind them stood his older daughter with her hand on his wife's shoulder.
"You have kids?" she asked suddenly. He nodded staring at the photo. "Then you know how hard this is for me." He nodded again. "When can I see him?" his face paled. He had hoped he wouldn't have to do this, but he did need a positive identification. Gina didn't have any family locally, and none that she had seen in the last year. He signed and stood.
"Come with me" he said. Gina stood weak kneed and ready to faint. She followed him down the halls and the stairs to the morgue. She froze at the door before she could walk through. She had to fight for the strength to do this.
They pulled out the body bag and unzipped it to the boy's face. He lay still as though sleeping, and his blondish brown hair stuck to his forehead. It was too much for Gina to take. She reached forward to grab him and hold him but was pulled back by Lt Thompson. She gasped as she saw blood along his neck and could see that the body bag lay oddly on the table. "What did he do to him!" she screamed unable to hold her tears. Lt Thompson grabbed hold of her and turned her to him and let her cry in to his shirt. That was enough of a positive identification then he needed.
He slowly escorted her out into the hall and up the stairs to his office. All of the other policemen were looking at him as he sat her in a chair and let her cry. In their minds they judged her an unfit mother and they were very verbal about it when he walked in to the break room for a cup of coffee.
"What kind of mother leaves her kid in the middle of the night?" one whispered.
"She ain't no prom queen," another whispered. "I've seen her at the road motel on more the one occasion."
"It could have been her." said another "A girl that young, tied down by a kid. Perhaps she hate's kids."
"Shut up!" Lt Thompson said sternly. "She used to baby sit my daughter when she was little!"
The other policemen looked at him like they had been caught smoking in the bathroom. Were they scared that his daughter may have been killed? Or that they were wrong? They wouldn't say.
Later that week after the burial of her son, Gina Keller sat next to the turned earth and sat in silence for a long time. She had spoken to other parent's of missing or dead children, but they were not any help. Their children seemed to be as over looked as her own.
'Who were these people to have been chosen for this?' she thought to herself. 'What made them such prime targets? Was it the fact that no one seemed to care about them in real life? The alcoholics, the trouble makers, the cruel people who hated you, so what if they are victims of murder, they don't have the white picked fences or welcome mat doors. They lived in low rent houses, picked up trash for a living or were considered trash themselves.'
She stood with these thoughts in her head, and she walked silently away from the cemetery. She walked for a long time, until she noticed it was dark and she was walking towards the high school. That is when she noticed him. He was coming out of the side door of the school and to his car. She knew him, had seen him when she was in school. It was the janitor Fred Krueger leaving very late in the day. She watched as he tossed empty paper sacks and bottles from his front floorboard before getting in the car and screeching off. She watched until his tale lights were gone and then walked up to the trash. 'Some janitor' she thought. She reached down and picked up the wads of paper, and then noticed a crumpled paper airplane. Her heart stopped, and she was frozen with fear and anger. She unfolded the paper and saw Adam's doodles. She held it close and began to cry, but her fury couldn't be contained.
She would take it to the police, evidence to convicted him of kidnapping, and they would investigate and arrest him and try him for murder...or would they?
No, she realized. They would think her a grieving mother looking for proof when there was none. What did they care about her? Or the others? They didn't, but if it happened to them.they would care.
And so the plan began..
In The Beginning
Part 1
September 12th 1973
Missing children wasn't something new to see on the cover of the paper in Springwood. What was unusual was the fact that no one would do anything about it. Proof was so hard to find when it came to crime scenes. It wasn't like they could find a smoking gun or even a finger print on the bodies. Out of the 15 missing over the last few years only 8 had been found, and found dead. Parent's grieved as parent's do, cursing God and whatever villain had killed their children. But who cared for the parents? It seemed no one did.
Gina Keller was the most resent among them. Her 4 year old boy, Adam had just been discovered stuffed in a blood soaked sack in the back of an abandoned truck just near the City limits. Gina, 19, unwed and single sat crying at the police station. Her son was the first body ever found nearly fresh, and the gruesome things done to his body were too much for even the local police to stomach. Lt. Donald Thompson sat looking at the report on his desk and glancing up at the sobbing girl sitting on chair across from him. How could he tell her the things he had to tell her?
He took a deep breath and opened his mouth to speak, but no words could form. "Mrs. Keller?" he began after some effort. "When did you say your son went missing?"
Gina fought back sobs. She dried here swollen red eyes and tried to think. "It was on Saturday." She explained. "I came home from working at the diner, and picked him up from his babysitter's. We were walking home that evening just past the high school. He was playing with a paper airplane in the street light as we were crossing the street. He ran ahead of me at the corner of Bennet and Branch. He went around the corner and as I walked ahead, when I turned past the bushes, I didn't see him anymore." She started to cry again, but still continued through her sobs. "I stood there calling for him and looking, until I was soon screaming. That's when you came and picked me up."
Lt Thompson nodded and glanced at the report. Everything she was saying matched the report he wrote a few days before. They had looked all over the block to try and find him that night, but couldn't even find a shoe print. Now he was going to have to tell this girl that her son was found, but not alive. But from the looks of it, he knew he didn't have to tell her, she knew.
"Where did you find him?" she asked solemnly.
"He was found inside an old truck outside of town." He said gravely. He glanced at his family photo on his desk. His wife sat with a rosy faced 3 year old little girl on her lap. Just behind them stood his older daughter with her hand on his wife's shoulder.
"You have kids?" she asked suddenly. He nodded staring at the photo. "Then you know how hard this is for me." He nodded again. "When can I see him?" his face paled. He had hoped he wouldn't have to do this, but he did need a positive identification. Gina didn't have any family locally, and none that she had seen in the last year. He signed and stood.
"Come with me" he said. Gina stood weak kneed and ready to faint. She followed him down the halls and the stairs to the morgue. She froze at the door before she could walk through. She had to fight for the strength to do this.
They pulled out the body bag and unzipped it to the boy's face. He lay still as though sleeping, and his blondish brown hair stuck to his forehead. It was too much for Gina to take. She reached forward to grab him and hold him but was pulled back by Lt Thompson. She gasped as she saw blood along his neck and could see that the body bag lay oddly on the table. "What did he do to him!" she screamed unable to hold her tears. Lt Thompson grabbed hold of her and turned her to him and let her cry in to his shirt. That was enough of a positive identification then he needed.
He slowly escorted her out into the hall and up the stairs to his office. All of the other policemen were looking at him as he sat her in a chair and let her cry. In their minds they judged her an unfit mother and they were very verbal about it when he walked in to the break room for a cup of coffee.
"What kind of mother leaves her kid in the middle of the night?" one whispered.
"She ain't no prom queen," another whispered. "I've seen her at the road motel on more the one occasion."
"It could have been her." said another "A girl that young, tied down by a kid. Perhaps she hate's kids."
"Shut up!" Lt Thompson said sternly. "She used to baby sit my daughter when she was little!"
The other policemen looked at him like they had been caught smoking in the bathroom. Were they scared that his daughter may have been killed? Or that they were wrong? They wouldn't say.
Later that week after the burial of her son, Gina Keller sat next to the turned earth and sat in silence for a long time. She had spoken to other parent's of missing or dead children, but they were not any help. Their children seemed to be as over looked as her own.
'Who were these people to have been chosen for this?' she thought to herself. 'What made them such prime targets? Was it the fact that no one seemed to care about them in real life? The alcoholics, the trouble makers, the cruel people who hated you, so what if they are victims of murder, they don't have the white picked fences or welcome mat doors. They lived in low rent houses, picked up trash for a living or were considered trash themselves.'
She stood with these thoughts in her head, and she walked silently away from the cemetery. She walked for a long time, until she noticed it was dark and she was walking towards the high school. That is when she noticed him. He was coming out of the side door of the school and to his car. She knew him, had seen him when she was in school. It was the janitor Fred Krueger leaving very late in the day. She watched as he tossed empty paper sacks and bottles from his front floorboard before getting in the car and screeching off. She watched until his tale lights were gone and then walked up to the trash. 'Some janitor' she thought. She reached down and picked up the wads of paper, and then noticed a crumpled paper airplane. Her heart stopped, and she was frozen with fear and anger. She unfolded the paper and saw Adam's doodles. She held it close and began to cry, but her fury couldn't be contained.
She would take it to the police, evidence to convicted him of kidnapping, and they would investigate and arrest him and try him for murder...or would they?
No, she realized. They would think her a grieving mother looking for proof when there was none. What did they care about her? Or the others? They didn't, but if it happened to them.they would care.
And so the plan began..
