Amy's P.O.V
I didn't know what to do with the weapon I had found in Fredrick's room. I knew I was supposed to give to to the police but I couldn't do that. I couldn't turn my only son in for murder. I didn't even know he had killed anyone with it. All I knew was it was covered with someone's blood. For all I knew it could have been Fredrick's blood.
After my son got home from school we headed over to Westin Hills. The ride wasn't that long but Fredrick insisted on being quiet during it. When we got to the hospital we both got out and headed inside.
Dr. Palker was waiting for us. He held out a hand in greeting to Fredrick.
"Hello Fredrick," he said and lowered his hand when my son didn't shake it. "You ok there kid?"
"My name is Freddy," Fredrick explained. "Who are you?"
"My name is Dr. Palker and it's my job to look after you while you're here," the doctor said. "Come with me and I'll show you to your room. Amy you can wait in my office."
I watched my son walk away with an unhappy look on his face. He didn't want to be here and I felt bad for making him do something he didn't want to do. Yet, he needed help. I didn't want to see him hurt himself or others.
When I couldn't see my son or Dr. Palker anymore I turned down the hallway and walked towards his office. It was a few doors down from mine. He was the head doctor so he had a very nice size office.
I walked inside and sat down in the chair in front of the desk. I sat the bag I was carrying down on the desk and started to dig through it. I had brought the claw I had found in Fredrick's room along with me. I wasn't sure what Dr. Palker was going to say when he saw it but something told me it was important for him to see. I sat the weapon on the table and started to wait for Dr. Palker.
"You said that you found this in his room?" Dr. Palker said holding up the claw.
"Yes," I answered quickly. "It's covered in blood. I don't know whose blood it is though."
To my surprise Dr. Palker stood, walked across the room, and shut the door. He locked it and then walked back to his desk.
"What was that for?" I asked.
"Amy," He said ignoring my question. "There is something I need to tell you and you're not going to believe it. I won't blame for not believing it. No one believes it when they hear it."
"What are you talking about?" I asked staring to get worried. I have never heard Dr. Palker talk like that.
"It must have been back in the sixties," the doctor explained. "All these kids were murdered by a guy named Freddy Krueger. Must have been 20 of them. He was arrested and then left loss because the search warrant wasn't signed in all the right places. The very night he was left go a bunch of parents from around here corned him and burned him to death."
"Oh my god," I said putting a hand on my chest. "Why are you telling me this?"
"Because the thing Freddy used to kill his children looked just like this," Dr. Palker said holding up the claw.
"Why would my son make it?" I asked.
"I think your son heard the story of Freddy Krueger," the doc said. "Perhaps it was from those two boys that died. I don't know. Maybe because they had the same first name your son got the idea to make it. Maybe you're son thinks he is Freddy Krueger."
"What should we do?" I questioned. "This can't go on. Fredrick is starting to lose his mind I think."
"I'm going to confront him about the claw," he said. "And we'll see what were we go from there."
"Alright," I whispered.
Dr. Palker got up from the desk and started to walk out of the room.
"And remember we never had this conversation."
With that odd comment he walked out of the room leaving me confused and alone.