Author's note: Some details of Freddy's life I mention in this fiction come from the biographical novel I'm writing. I published a summary of the first three chapters here on Fanfiction.net, too (R-rated).

From: sarah@elmstreet.us

To: fred.krueger@hell.com

Dear Freddy,

Thanks for your answer. I know you don't want me to write you again, but please understand how interesting this whole thing is for me. I mean, writing emails to a dead serial killer is strange enough, but getting even answers is more I ever expected. I really don't wanna waste your time, although I wonder if time in hell is that much fun at all.

I'm not sure if I understood your reason for killing. You said you enjoyed torturing and killing, and that the parents deserved it. What did they do to you for deserving murdering their children? And why then didn't you kill the parents but the children? Seems a bit lily-livered for me, you know?

I found an old newspaper in the library with a picture of you during the court trial. Boy, you were a really handsome looking guy! It's hard to imagine that a man with such beautiful eyes and such cute blond hair could be a cruel child killer. Friends in School told me that you're burned all over in their dreams. I'm really sorry for that! Do the scars and burns still hurt?

I doubt if there is a chance to meet you in my dreams. I'm not an Elm Street child originally, and what I heard is that you are somewhat limited to children born in this street or the offspring of the parents that burned you, aren't you? It's a little bit confusing for me. Why Elm Street? I don't believe that all your victims lived in only one street, or that the parents who lynched you all came from there. So what's the reason for this limitation?

Well, I have just so many questions, but it is late so I will end this email for today.

Greetings,

Sarah

From: fred.krueger@hell.com

To: Sarah@elmstreet.us

Fuck, you sassy blockhead still tick me off with more stupid questions! You are a real pain in the ass, you know? Damn, I'd better answer your fucking questions just to shut you up, bitch.

You asked me why I chose the children and not the parents. Well, it just hurt them more! To see them suffer from loosing their sweet piggies was fucking great. The playgrounds are still empty, aren't they? This town will never forget me! I made them pay, pay for thirty years of mock, contempt and betrayal. They called me loser and bastard maniac, they kicked me from High School, they put me to a foster home where my foster father knocked me around every day, and they even locked me in the crappy nuthouse! I really was fed up to the back teeth!

And bitch, never call me a coward again! Killing twenty-four brats before getting caught is not chicken-hearted but clever! Who else fooled police and even FBI for about two years? Only me! Best two years in my whole fucking life, y'know.

Gosh, stop that disgusting tattle about my look. Are you really so daft to believe that I want to be adored by a teenager nag like you? So please save me your dumb mercy! Do my burns still hurt me? I can't believe how fucking curious you are! No, they don't! I don't feel any pain at all, not any longer.

Elm Street… yeah, that's the only good question you ever asked. You're right, of course I didn't kill only Elm Street kids, I had the whole shitty town to hunt and find my prey. Actually that's nothing to you, but I'll tell you anyway. It belonged to the deal for making me a dream demon, the powers that made me immortal laid down some conditions I had to accept. And damn, this one really sucks!

Nevertheless, don't be to sure that we will never met! I came to non-Elmstreet-brats before and perhaps I will make it again someday!

And now, for the fucking last time, don't email me again! I'll bash this damned computer in the next hellish lava pit if I receive just one more letter from you!

Greetings from hell,

Freddy K.