Author's note: Once again thanks for all your positive reviews. This time back to normal e-mails, but I'll probably write another chat session if I get some fresh ideas (and yes, I also have an AIM name, which is amandakrueger74).
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From: sarah@elmstreet.us
To: fred.krueger@hell.com
Hello Freddy,
I have to say that I'm quite confused. Last night I dreamed of you. I saw you, your striped sweater, your razor glove weapon, the boiler room, everything. How is this possible? I'm not an original Elm Street child, we both know that. And another, even more important question: WHY DID YOU TRY TO KILL ME, YOU CRAPPY BASTARD??? I'll be damned! Just in case you don't know what I'm talking about – I was the blonde girl with the pink pajama and the fluffy bunny-shoes running away from you in that doggoned power plant! How could you – after all the e-mails and chat we had? I'm not only disappointed about your villainous attempt to kill me but really pissed off. I even tried to tell you who I am but you did not listen to me. Is this the way you treat your friends?
I would appreciate if you don't repeat to try to kill me next night!
So, this had to be said! I hope you're not mad at me for my verbal fury. I just don't like to be hunted through steamy iron catwalks like easy prey. By the way, I'd never expected this power plant to be so gigantic. Is it so huge in reality or was this a kind of dream trick?
I'll see you (unfortunately as I have to say…).
Greetings,
SarahMC
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From: fred.krueger@hell.com
To: Sarah@elmstreet.us
Hi-ho piggy! So that poor screaming picture of misery running away in dreadful fear was you! Well, let's say… SURPRISE AND WELCOME TO MY NIGHTMARE! And by the way, you mocked me because of my sweater and then you come along in my dream realm with these ridiculous bunny-shoes? Who's got a weird taste of clothing, uh?
Yeah, you weren't an original Elm Street child, that's right, but it seems as if you have become one. Didn't I mention this possibility? I'm so awfully sorry, I really should have warned you that this could happen if you live long enough in my street. But hey, don't be sad, you can now officially designate yourself an Elm Street child! Congratulation, my sweet nag!
Well, I'd say sorry for trying to kill you, but in fact I'm not sorry at all. Chasing you was indeed damn amusing, and it was mere luck that you survived. You would appreciate if I don't kill you? Oh, and I would appreciate if you don't run away next time and let me rip your guts out of you! Do you really think I would spare you because of a couple of e-mails and two short chat sessions? Don't be that stupid, little brat! Tell me just one reason why I should do that!
CU (not unfortunately at all … in my point of view)
Sweet Dreams,
Freddy K.
P.S.: The power plant of your dream was the original size, at least this time. But maybe I'll show you some real cute dream tricks I can do next time … *g*
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From: peter_norringer@aol.us
To: fred.krueger@hell.com
Hey Motherfucker! So you're really that damn son of a hundred maniacs, he? You killed my brother, asshole! And if I ever meet you I'll kick the fucking shit out of you! Hear my warning, prick, you just made an enemy here!
Burn in hell, fucker!
PETE
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From: fred.krueger@hell.com
To: peter_norringer@aol.us
Who the fuck are you, moron? I don't give a shit for your piddling threats! You think you can beat me, son of a bitch, then do a little dream trip and we'll see who's gonna kick the shit out of whom! I'll rip your damn ass open with my razor glove! Soon you will know how it feels to have four 6" long steel blades in your body which cut through your flesh like butter and pull out your heart without any effort. And then, you impertinent boy, you'll burn with me in hell forever!
One, two, Freddy's coming for you!
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From: hazelnut@gmx.com
To: fred.krueger@hell.com
Hello dear Freddy. My name's Hillary. I'm nine years old and I have an elder sister, Colleen. She is fifteen and quite clever. But she doesn't know that I'm using her computer to write to you, so please don't tell her. Why I write you is because Colleen told me that you hurt her when she is sleeping. I think that is really nasty of you, you know? Please leave her alone because I love her and I need her. Thanks and bye, Hillary.
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From: fred.krueger@hell.com
To: hazelnut@gmx.com
Hello my sweet princess. You're a really brave little girl by writing me an e-mail all of your own. So you want me not to harm your cute sister Colleen anymore? I'd really like to do you this favor, but there is only one teeny-weeny problem: I'M A DAMN SERIAL KILLER AND YOUR FUCKING SISTER IS ALL BUT DEAD! But don't be afraid, honey, as soon as I'm done with her I'll take care of you. Maybe I'll have some special pleasure with you before I'll kill you, because you were such a plucky darling.
Sleep well, Hillary,
Your uncle Freddy
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From: gothicgirl@yahoo.com
To: fred.krueger@hell.com
He dude. You're so cool. All this bloody gore you're doing kicks ass! You aren't into S/M, are you? It'll be so groovy if we could join a little bondage game or whatever turns you on. Have a nice killing. Krueger rulez! Bye, GothicGirl.
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From: fred.krueger@hell.com
To: gothicgirl@yahoo.com
Damn, that was the crappiest piece of shit I've ever read. You think you're really cool with all that dumb talk about gore and sex!? NO! You're just another fucking bitch who pretends to be a big bad girl, nothing more. I've hunted many of your kind before, and they all ended up as wimpy sobbing sluts screaming in deadly fear. And so will you, too, if we ever meet. Now fuck off, coozie, and never dare to write me again.
Freddy K.
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From: fred.krueger@hell.com
To: Sarah@elmstreet.us
You bothersome chatterbox! There isn't something you have to tell me, is there? Something like 'I published your e-mail address on the damn black board in school'? Something like 'I asked all my crappy friends to pester you with fucking dumb mails?' Bloody hell, I got mails from three more cheeky brats! How do you explain that, bunny-bitch?
I'd have asked you personally, but I guess your doing the old I-don't-sleep-no-more thing, 'cause you weren't dreaming since our last delightful encounter. Too scared to face up to the boogeyman? You were shooting your mouth off as long as you thought you're safe from me, but now you're nothing but a chicken-hearted wimp! No more curious questions, no more sassy comments, no more bothering suggestions? What a damn pity, I was just getting used to it!
So come on, you rinky-dink quitter, and show me that you have the guts to confront your nightmares!
Bye-bye, Freddy
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From: sarah@elmstreet.us
To: fred.krueger@hell.com
Sorry, Freddy, I really didn't want to put about your email address. Valerie, my girlfriend, visited me three days ago. We played together on my computer, and there she accidentally saw the emails I sent you before. But believe me, I had no idea that she would tell her friends. When I found out that she spread it about straight away it was already too late. So I can understand that you're completely pissed off now and I hope you haven't got any further mails.
It's right, I turned down sleeping for the last days. But gee, this is no reason for swearing at me like this! I told you already that I am not a coward, bitch, wimp or whatever names you else have in your twisted mind! I simply had to think about several things without having to fear dying in my dreams. If you had had the decency to postpone your attempts of killing me for at least a few nights I wouldn't have been forced to take these drastically steps. Thus stop complaining and also save me your sarcastic insults!
You wanted a reason for not killing me – how about this one: If I die my computer will send copies of all your emails together with a prepared attachment to the local police, FBI, and, even more important, to all of my friends. Of course, I know that this won't harm you in your dream world in any way. But don't rejoice too soon! Because in the attached mail I will ask that they all shall distribute these mails to other people and so on, and that they all shall write to you 'cause you're so crazy about new emails!
Can you imagine how it would be to get not only three emails but three hundred? Or three thousand? It'll be like one of this chain letters, but this one would work, I give you my word on it!
It is even possible that somebody has the idea of hacking your computer and deleting all your data or placing some tiny dirty viruses or backdoor trojans in your system! Certainly you could change your email address or clean your hard disc with the appropriate tools, or you can even throw your computer away as you planned before. But are a few minutes of thrill by killing me worth such a huge effort? All this hours of work and this trouble just because of one weak girl? If I were you I would think twice about it!
I think I will sleep this night again. I'll see if you're a cunning blade or just a brainless killer machine (like this other guy I heard of… this Jason Voorhees)!
Bye,
Sarah