OK. I kinda feel that this isn't the best I've written in a while but I need to keep this going. I don't want to drag this out too much. I can't give a day-by-day or in this case month-by-month of what he was experiencing. I believe that getting the key moments in his life would be a way to get this set up for Freddy. I must have been sitting at home for a while trying to think of how to introduce this. I've only had 4 hours of sleep today and I'm struggling to keep my eyes open. So I wrote this to not only keep me awake but to also to set up what is to come within the few chapters. Thanks for all the reviews on this story! I want to give another thanks for DarknessTakesOver for commenting on so much feedback to help with the story.
Without futher a due...here's Chapter 4.
Mature Rating. Not for Sensitive Eyes. You have been warned.
April 1963
I think that this day will be the beginning of something new and also something very terrifying I feel. After a long time thinking of the idea and getting the money established, I'm going to ask Loretta to marry me. It seems so blunt and tacky as I write it in this tattered notebook, but I really want her forever. I don't want her to sing to anyone else but me. My lovely songbird.
In the past few years that we have been together, I can't think of anything more simplistic than having her everyday for the rest of my life. Even all the words that I can write on this paper couldn't compare to the admiration, the continued devotion I have for her. For the first time in my life, I can honestly say that I'm happy. I'm over-joyed with love, the so-called butterflies in my stomach feeling. It's exhilarating!
I know that it seems like forever but I'll try and catch up. I only find this notebook tossed in the drawers, or in a box or even in the middle of the room. It just keeps calling me to write in it. Back in 1960, Loretta and I were beginning to talk about the future. I'll admit with our careers, as we called them, seemed to be stuck-in-a-rut jobs, we needed to seek other opportunities for employment. I've been with the factory for about….Wow! A little over two years at the time, and I thought that talking to my supervisor about a raise or even a promotion would do me some good to benefit Loretta and I. I did meet up with him, Frank aka Boss Man, and I basically told him that I've been here for a while now and that I'm going to be making some major changes in my life, I wanted to see about maybe a promotion.
"A promotion," he said in a sarcastic way, "You are a factory worker Mr. Krueger, not a office employee." I figured with him saying that, I knew that it was going to take a lot of coaxing.
I basically told him that I understand that an office and factory job are two different careers but I would like to see about moving up, maybe a supervisor or lead on the floor. I just remember him sitting back in his pristine leather chair and crossing his arms over his fat belly that just overlapped his trousers. He tried to look so valiant but he really just looked like a fat piece of shit with a stupid name plate to go with his gluttnous, vile, penny-pinching smirk.
Maybe he should be put to sleep. Rather than sitting there telling you that you don't deserve a promotion. Hmm…I'm thinking strangulation until you see the whites of his eyeballs get flushed with red. Oh! Maybe hang him from the rafters of the lead floor. That would be something to perk up the other workers. Watch production soar! Hang the pig and then feast!
The voice kept telling me different senarios of how I should deal with him, turning me down something that is a necessity in my life. I already hated Frank; almost every employee did, even the ones who worked in the office. He would try and persuade his female, never male, co-workers in his office to have dinner, or to stay over to work on some other office-related shit. At time I would see him come to the floor, staring at the younger girls, eyeing them up and down checking the curves of their hips, breasts and ass. He's such a prick.
I got it! Cut his breaks so when he tries to stop, he plunges through his windshield and slaps his fat ass on the pavement while the tires roll over. I think that seeing him spilling his guts on the dark asphalt would be enough justice for you. Hell, I get tired of hearing him, his nasal-like tone with his head so far up his ass he could see what he ate that morning.
"Well, Fred. May I call you Fred? (No.) I know you have been a diligent worker on the production floor, it's just I haven't seen any integrity that you really want to have this position of a manager."
What? Integrity? Is that what you say to prospective workers that want to prove your fat-ass wrong? Is it code for "I don't want you to move up. I want you to suffer"? Integrity. I actually looked up that word:
adherence to moral and eithical principles; soundness of moral character; honesty.
Even trying to remember my thoughts exactly trying to get an answer for Mr. Fat Fuck.
"I have been with the factory for over two years now. I feel that with showing the dedication I've given you, it shows that I'm willing to work, hard and without complain. The other co-workers like my presence. I help anyone who's needing it. I advise others on how to operate the equipment. I believe that it shows that I would be a great manager."
I remember him, playing with his red bushy beard, rubbing the coarse hair between his fingers. After trying to debate with this asshole, he finally saw that I was really trying to get by in life. Yes I was only 20 but still, I had to think for my family. I had to be there for Loretta. She was the reason I went for this opportunity. Without her I would have rotted in the bowels of that factory and not even cared.
He did give me the position after going to him several times. On the last encounter with him, he did say he wouldn't give me the position.
Quite frankly I don't remember all that was said though. It was like I blacked out.
I think that we can take it from here. I was basically getting sick and tired of watching you being the bitch, catching his shit with your mouth wide open for the landing. He told you didn't get the job because you were too young to hold so much responsibility. I knew you were starting to tear up a little bit, as all the memories of Underwood came flooding through. He made you think that you were nothing, not able to overcome anything that you achieved. You stood up and we slammed your hands onto his desk.
"Listen. I've been through here twice now. I have tried to be nice and truthful in the way you want me to adhere to being a manager. I don't give a fuck whether it's because of my age or not. I've asked nicely for the position and now I'm not going to ask again. This time so that it will be embedded in your mind. I'll tell you. If you do not give me this opportunity to help with my "new" life, I'll make sure that yours will be extinguished. All I have to do is take my hands and wrap them so tightly around your fat neck and squeeze. All the pressure in your head will be to much to deal with and you will succumb to the effects."
He looked all scared in his tiny little leather chair, that he could barely sit in. He finally agreed that I should have the position, only if I do not hurt him. He was such a pussy. All bark and no bite. I saw the fear burning in his eyes as I was using your mouth to talk. I flooded your mind full of Underwood, holding that bottle in his hand and the belt in the other. How he would fondle you when you fell asleep when you were a child. Then, I just imagined the life leaving his eyes as he grasped for the blood flowing fast out of his pueny neck. He looked so much like a child. Oh….a child. So pure, innocent and damn gullible.
Honestly, I don't know what just came over me to write all of that, but I knew it was the voices that maneuvered my hand to write all that was given. I just remember coming into work and hearing a big "Surprise" coming from the break room. Lilly told me that I got the job as the area supervisor. I was actually stunned to know that I even got the job. Now that I can recall, I remember Frank walking pretty fast past me and veering toward the open door. Now I know why he was all up-tight and silent. I threatened him. I promise him that I would hurt him. Of course, Loretta didn't find that out either. She was excited to hear that I got the position. And I'm holding up very well. I moved out the apartment I was living in and got a house on Elm St. Little white house not too far from the school, which I hope that I'll hear little footsteps run through with years to come.
Loretta and I have now moved into the house. We have all kinds of furniture; couch, loveseat, coffee table, end tables, kitchen table, bookshelves. I swear I must have worked a whole lot in the work room in the basement for the longest time. It's home though. A home that I, sorry, we created.
This is the start of a new life for me. I'm going to ask her tonight. I have enough saved up to afford a diamond ring. It's small but it's only the thought that counts. I even engraved our names into the band. Fred and Loretta Krueger. I couldn't be happier and I know that with this gift, my bird will sing to me.
April 1963
SHE SAID YES! She said Yes. My mind is just flooded with joy. I cried in front of her. She cried too. Her warm embrace was enough to send me over the moon. I sobbed in her arms. She held me close as I fell onto both my knees. This is the happiest moment in my life. She was so shocked when I presented her the ring. She grasped her chest and gasped. I rehearsed it so many time that I can now do it without stuttering or anything. After I made us supper, I had her walk into the living room and sit on the couch. I had that ring burning in my pocket! It was all going to plan. She sat down and I came in and just looked at her.
"Loretta, within these past couple of years we have spent with each other, I cannot fathom the words to express the love I have for you. My heart swells everytime you come into the room and I can't stop looking at your beautiful eyes. You know I've lived a hard life, and you make up for those years I was in the dark. You were my guiding light of hope, faith, and prosperity. God did not give up on me even when I thought he did. When I first saw you, drenched from that rain we had, you glowed with that rain cacading down your face. You captured me. You reeled me in and I have never felt more happier with you than I can ever recall. Loretta, you are my bird that sings to me and tells me to admire what I have in life. I love you. With every inch of my mind and body I'll do everything I can to make sure you are safe and that you are happy. Loretta, my sweet bird, will you honor me in becoming my wife?" I presented the ring to her and she just teared up right there. She faintly said yes and I had to let her repeat it. She then looked up at me and said yes. My eyes flooded with tears. I put the ring on her shaking finger and then just wrapped her in my arms and held her tight. We kissed and I felt the tears fall from my eyes.
I feel almost complete. But there's still somethign that is missing and I can't figure it out.
We know.
June 1963
I tried to be good. Oh, God what have I done? I didn't mean it. I tried so hard to be good. I was outside the other day and I found that little girl jumping rope with her friends. She wore that same blue dress that I knew all too well. I tried to look like I was doing lawn work, trying to mow without running into Loretta's garden. She was smiling the whole entire time. Her toothless grin filled my mind. I turned off the mower and walked over. My heart was pumping the whole time I walked across the street. My breathing was erratic and I was trembling all over.
"Hey, sweetheart. I don't think that playing this close to the street is a good thing. Maybe you should move your game to the grass," I said trying to seem concerned for them.
"Ok." The girls said in unison. She grabbed the jump rope and walked up to the knoll and continued to play again.
"What game are you playing?" I asked cooing at them, jumping up and down.
"We….are …playing…Miss Sue, " the little blonde said as she tried to speak between jumps. Her little white shoes made clip-clop sounds as she impacted the ground. It was all slow-motion for me. Her muscles would tense as she bent her needs to jump then her toes would point down for a split second and then went flat again for the impact of the grass.
"That really nice. What is your name?" I could feel my knees starting to buckle.
"I'm Jamie," she said with a kool-aid stained smile. Jamie, mmm…Jamie.
"Nice to meet you Jamie. My name is Freddy." I reached my hand out to her and she met mine. Her tiny little hand. It fit right in the middle of palm. I moved my arm up and down to shake hers and she moved along with me. I could just imagine how her hand felt on my chest, my face….dare I say it? My manhood, throbbing with every slight touch she would trying to grasp the entire thing.
"Um..Freddy, I wanna go play with my friends. Can you let go?" Jamie asked me as I was still holding her hand. I let go and apologized to her.
"It was nice to meet you, Jamie. Make sure you stay on the grass and not so close to the street, ok?"
"I will Mister Freddy," she said, beginning to jump and sing her song.
I turned and crossed the street walking toward my front door, where I knew where I was safe. I felt so alive when I held her hand. I went back to my lawn mower and finished my yard, still looking at the girls, jumping in unison. They were so perfect.
Freddy, we have to have her. We need Jamie. We want her. Not just us. But you. You've been fanaticizing about her for the longest time. I know you want to feel between those cotton panties. I wonder if she would feel wet? Would her core be ribbed or smooth?
I tried to shake the bad thoughts away but I couldn't help but wonder. What would she feel like? I was so tired already from fighting the urge when I was shaking her hand. To not grab her and take her away, and have my way with her subtle body. I walked up to the house and closed my door with a loud thud. Loretta wouldn't be home for another couple of hours. I walked upstairs to the bathroom and closed the door quietly and rubbed my hand all over myself. Jamie's hand. I licked and pinched my nipples, my stomach, belly button and my thighs. The sting of my grip made me even more enthralled with the sensation. I then proceeded to rub my manhood with Jamie's hand. I closed my eyes and imagines her small hand, dirty from grass and sticky candy rubbing up and down. I moaned her name and stifled my giggles. I bit my lip and let the blood flow into my mouth, my tongue dragging across the rips.
It didn't take long until I was out of the bathroom. Loretta was already walking through the door, calling my name. I exhausted my air and walked down the stairs, causally, as if nothing happened.
"Hi, honey. Where were you?" she asked curiously
"I was upstairs, using the bathroom, washing my hands. I had grease all over them, fixing the lawnmower that I didn't to ruin the kitchen sink." I can't believe I just lied to my fiancé, who I'm suppose to be truthful and ever faithful. She smiled and kissed me and took her coat off and started supper.
While washing the dishes with her, she suddenly stopped.
"You have been smiling ever since I came home. Why are you so happy?" she asked, lowering her eyebrows, trying to investigate my smirk.
"Why wouldn't I not be smiling? I have the best fiancé in the world!" I kissed her forehead and continued drying the dishes. She smiled and went back to washing. In my head, I kept repeating her name.
Jamie…..
Jamie….
Jamie….
Jamie….
Like I said I'm not really liking this chapter. I really am starting to focus more on the darker side of Freddy. It's hard at times to have the elements of light and dark in the same chapter as you have to find a common ground with them. I hope that this only starts the questions in your head as to what will happen next. Trust me, the next few chapters are very gruesome, erotic and sometimes rather scary. But like I said before none of this is from personal experience. I read works from NOES from romantic ties to the guesome ones. I kinda paint my own portrait of Freddy. As a fan of the old movies, I wanted to keep what was already given to us, what we already knew. This is my take on what could have happened. I did do some research into this story so that's why it has some relative elements into the aspect of a child murder/abuser. My husband is a psychology major and no story is complete with out the sense of psychological thriller/horror aspect, the inner workings of a deranged mind. It's not what a murder or even a fictitious character like this does, it's how they do it. How it's seen through their eyes.
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