The next morning I hide the claw between the mattresses of my bed. I had to make sure no one found that or I would end up getting in a lot of trouble. I tried to act normal as I got ready for school. Mom didn't seem to know that her son had became a murderer.

After breakfast Mom headed off to work and I acted like I was going to go to school. I wasn't going of course. I needed to find out about this Freddy guy. I had no idea who he was and for some reason Mark had thought I was him. And from what Mark had said Jimmy had thought I was him too.

I decided the library was the best place to find out about this guy. I walked in the front door and tried to keep the librarian from seeing me. If she saw me she would certainly ask me why I wasn't in school.

I knew the old newspapers were on microfilm and that a child murderer was bound to be in there somewhere. I wasn't sure what time period I was looking for so I just starting looking through everything as old as 1900. My search got interesting when I hit around 1967. There were a lot of blacked out obituaries.

"What the hell?" I muttered out loud.

"Can I help you young man?" A woman's voice asked.

I turned to see an old woman staring at me. She was cutting her eyes at me as if she knew I was doing something I wasn't supposed to. Just play cool Freddie.

"Why are some of these blacked out?" I asked pointing at the screen.

She walked closer to me and looked at the screen over my shoulder. I saw her narrow her eyes at the black marks.

"Must be an error in the microfilm," the woman explained standing up straight again. "I've been complaining about these old machines for years but it doesn't look like the town is going to get new ones."

"Oh," I said as if I believed her. I had no reason not to be believe her but it was like part of me was screaming that she was lying.

"Is there anything else I can help you with young man?" she asked.

"I was looking for information on someone named Freddy Krueger," I said and at once I realized I shouldn't have.

"Get out," she snapped. "That name never brings any good."

"But who-" I started but she cut me off again.

"Get out!" the woman yelled. "You are prying in things that don't need to be pried in. Now get out before you get yourself killed."

Was she threating me? It sure sounded like a threat to me. I glared at her before running out of the library.

"That sure did a lot of good Freddie," I muttered to myself as I started to walk down the street. "You didn't find out anything."

No that wasn't true. I did find out something. There were a lot of mysterious deaths in the paper and it seemed that Freddy had been the cause of them. Why else would that woman yelled at me when I asked her about it.

I guess no town likes to be reminded of the bad things that happened. These guy must have killed a lot of people and left the town scarred. What had I been thinking to just ask the woman about him.

"What to do now?" I asked myself.

I couldn't go to school. There would be too many questions about where I had been and there were still a little bit of time before school got out. I had a little bit of money and decided to just go blow it at the goodwil. I needed a new hat. All my baseball caps were falling apart.

The only goodwil in town was small but the best ones were small. I walked in and started to look around. Most of the stuff looked like useless junk. I made my way over to a large bin of hats and started to dig around. I usually grabbed the first thing that caught my eye.

Near the top was a fedora that caught my eye. I picked it up and looked it over. It was a faded brown color and it looked almost new. A lot of times people would buy things and not like them shortly after. The nice ones would drop it off at the goodwil or maybe the old owner just took good care of it.

I took off my baseball cap and put the fedora on. It felt perfect. I don't know why it would feel different than my other hat but this new one felt like it belonged on my head. A fiery feeling swept through all my body and it felt like I was engulfed in fire.

As quickly as the feeling had come it disappeared.

"I'm defiantly getting this," I said taking the hat off my head.

I walked up to the front counter and paid for the hat. I threw my baseball hat in the trash on the way out and slipped the fedora back on my head.