Ahh Yes! The climatic chapter we have all been waiting for. I've had this in my head ever since I started this story. It keeps playing over and over. I love how this turned out, this story. I do this every time but...thanks to everyone who has been patient and willing to read this story. It took a lot to try and come up with this idea and the fact that I kinda had to start from scratch. What came out as a meer one-shot has turned into an amazing look into the mind of "the mean man with the claws". Thank you so much. Even HeyitsKate mentioned she got her influence of Beautiful Monster (which is good) from reading this story. I appreciate that and thanks again. I do also want to thank again for all the amazing reviews and ideas you guys had as the chapters were added. Thanks for the positiveness for me to keep writing. Without you, this story would be in the dirt, buried deep where no one could find it.

Without further due...


May 1970

Why couldn't she just listen to what I told her? Why did she have to make me give her, her medicine? Why? All she could do was trust me and leave it at that. I keep asking myself these questions for about a month now. I loved her so much, yet I hated her. Why do I feel this hatred?

She disobeyed, Fred. You gave her a direct order and now she paid the price for not listening.

I didn't want it to be that way. Now that she's gone, the house is quieter. There's no nagging, annoying crying from out of the blue.

She did you and herself a favor. She didn't want to be living with a monster and you didn't want a nagging bitching wife. It's a win-win situation.

Not really. Even though it has been over a month, I can still feel like it was 10 minutes ago.

She was shaking as I approached her. Katherine was off playing in the garden, after she heard the blood-curdling scream in the house. She was so scared standing on the last few steps before the grass. I approached her quickly then slowed my pace as I drew near her.

"Please, Fred. I won't tell"

I stared at her like knives stabbed into my eye sockets. "We need to talk Loretta." She shuttered; she knew what was going to happen.

I grabbed her arm tight; she stumbled as I pulled her up into the grass. I pulled her closer to the gazebo.

"I told you, not to go down there. Didn't I?"

She didn't answer. The tears were starting to cascade from her eyes.

"You answer me!" I said through my teeth.

I grabbed both of her arms and shook her. She gasped. "I'm sorry Fred. I won't tell anyone what is down there. I ran back up the stairs so fast it was all a blur. I didn't see anything. I swear to it. Please, Fred. I won't tell a soul."

Oh, I knew what she saw. She saw the gloves hanging from nails from my work bench. She saw the blood stained on the steel. She saw pieces of brown and pink flesh on my workbench. She saw the pictures of children that I've claimed as my own; my little piggies. She saw the newspaper clippings I saved of the Springwood Slasher. There was nothing she could say to me to reprimand what she blindly forgot not to do.

Finish it off, Freddy. Before she decides to tell the world your secret. You'll be done for. Your ass will be rotting in prison for child molestation and murder. You will be on death row before you can even blink!

I grabbed her arms and my grip became ever so tighter. "I told you not to go down there. Look what you do? You fucking disobeyed me. Loretta, it's time to take your medicine. Ever since Katherine came into this world, you have been bitching at me. I don't clean. I don't cook. I don't do anything in the house. Well, bitch I've done enough to support your ass and Katherine well enough to say that we are a very comfortable family. What people don't know is what you saw in that cellar. You will never tell anyone, I know that. I know that you will keep your promise, but... I don't trust you. I've never trusted you. You have always belittled me and I've corrected your outbursts, your ways of trying to be a mother to me. I had a mother, God-damnit and you aren't her! She's dead and you will be soon."

Her eyes widen. She gasped again and then I lost my control. I shook her violently, watching her head go back and forth. I keep repeating "I told you not to go in there, right?" and just watched her eyes roll back and forth from the force. Then at once I heard a crack then a pop.

Her head shrugged forward. She went limp. I stopped. I looked at her and saw her eyes were wide open, but nothing was inside those brown eyes. Her pupils when from a small dot to a large opening in her eyes. I knew that she was gone but I wanted to make sure. I shook her hard again, faster and faster. I heard a few more cracks and pops and my smile started to go firm on my face. The overbearing watching was over. No more fights. No more hitting. It was done.

Then for what seemed as a long played back movie flashed in front of my eyes. I saw how Loretta came to be. I saw her drenched in her coat walking into the diner. Her hair brown and wavy came out of her hood. I loved her then. I saw when she kissed me after our date; tongues going back and forth out of our mouths. The invigorating feeling I had when she would exchange her soul with mine. I wanted her then. The way she cried for joy when I proposed to her. The way she looked in her white dress with the veil draped over her face. The moment I moved her veil when we were pronounced husband and wife. I had her forever. The unexplained rapture of seeing my daughter, covered in blood and placenta, wrapped in a pink blanket. Loretta holding her as she sobbed quietly over pure beauty. I gave thanks to her. The constant nagging, bickering over small things. The lured looks of betrayal and worry, holding Katherine like a lost puppy never to be let go. She was annoying. The way she would talk down to me, telling me I need to be more of a man speech or my favorite, be a better father. I hated her. The mood swings of hurt, crying, wailing. The constant calls at work and staying up at night just to make sure I didn't come home with someone else. I pity her. When she found my little room, full of knives and metal. How she lied to me when she tried to get the dishes. I wanted her dead. The final time I saw her, shaking as she tried to hold herself up with the railing. That will be my final memory of Loretta Krueger, shaking, looking into the eyes of a murderer; the answer of death as she stared into my eyes.

I feel so much at peace now. I grunted still, shaking her as she went limp at her legs, almost dragging her knees on the ground. I held her up with my strength and shook her wildly.

"DADDY!"

I stopped. I turned to see Katherine returning from the house. She had tears in her eyes, crying softly. I heard her labored breathing as she tried to sneak in a few breaths before continuing crying. Did she come from the cellar? Did she know my secret too? I dropped Loretta to the ground. Her body a mangled doll fell in a jagged position. I rubbed my nose from the snot that dangled from it. I could tell she knew something that she should not. How can this be? She did go into that cellar and saw my dark secret, the one thing I would never want her to know?

Time to take her medicine too! She went down there, Freddy. She saw everything.

No! Not my little Katherine. She didn't come from there. She fell and got scared and came running to find me. She didn't walk down into the cellar and see all that evil. My little Katherine. My baby, she didn't go down there.

Fred, she did so. You know it as well as we do. She went down there and saw the beauty of it all. The racks, the clothes strewn on the floor, covered in blood and sugar from candies. She has to take her medicine.

I can't do this to her. She's only 4 years old. She didn't know any better. She's only a child.

And what were the others that you killed? Weren't they children too? They tried to talk, but you gave them medicine to hush. She's the same thing.

No! She's my child. Not anyone Else's. I decide whether she lives or dies. I decided her decisions. She's much too young to know not to go in there. She never knew.

That's not what you said about Leslie. She was only 4 when you got her. She was sneaking into your truck, trying to steal the candy that you had for the children. Does that qualify Katherine the same as Leslie.

Katherine is my daughter. I don't give a shit less about Leslie or Mark, Wendy, Sarah, John, Carolyn, Patrick, Janet, Misty, Shelly, Randall, Christopher, Buddy, Willy or Mackenzie. They were my play things then with everything else I disposed of them. Let me handle this on my own. I love her. She's me; she's apart of my heart. Killing her will only kill me. Where would you be then?

(silence)

I knew I had a point that you would shut up when I said it. Idiot.

What do I do? I can't sit here and hurt her like I did that bitch. She's my life. She's a part of me. She brings joy in my life. The one that I haven't fucked up in my life is her. She's so perfect. Katherine, my beloved. I love her so much. I could never put her through this much pain, so much torture. It would only make me less of a man that what I was before. A God can chose whether to let live or let die. She's my daughter, and I choose her to live. She looked over and saw her mother laying on the ground and soon more tears leap from her eyes. Her mournful face ached my heart. She doesn't understand though. She will never hear the constant struggle I have everyday of wondering when that putrid whore would die or when she would give up and let me consume her. She won't hear the voices in my head, urging me to hurt her. She won't feel the heartache that I have when I know that Loretta is gone. She won't feel the pure relief of seeing Loretta lifeless in a little coffin. She won't understand why mommy had to leave even though I would think of many reasons as to why. She's so young, full of life and yet so much ignorance as to why things end up the way they do. I hope that when she does grow up she will never feel what I feel or know the reasons as to why I do the things that I do.

"Don't worry honey," I said to her, cooing as I approached her, "mommy just taking her medicine for meddling in daddy's special work." I bent down to her and saw her trying to hold back sob after sob. I smiled down at her and wiped her tears away. The more I tried to dry her eyes, the more tears fell.

"But you won't tell… will you?" I asked her, raising my eyebrows at her. She sucked her snot into her throat and opened her mouth, trying to grasp the words.

"I won't tell," she replied holding back the soft coughs.

I smiled at her, welcoming her into my arms. I could feel her chin digging into my shoulder. I knew she was looking at her mother. It was hard to see her looking at her dead beat of a mother, lying in the backyard. I walked her into the house, walked up the stairs to her bedroom. She lay on the bed, tucking her knees into her chest.

"Daddy, will you come lay with me?" she asked moving over to one side of her toddler bed.

I looked down at her and smiled. I nodded and took my place next to her. She laid her head onto my chest. Her breathing was erratic from crying, so I shushed her, playing with her brown waves. Soon after she was asleep, breathing calmly and softly. I kept looking at her head, as I continued to play with her hair. Her response in the backyard kept playing in my head over and over. I soon succumbed to the lingering falling eyes as I took fell asleep, hearing her words.

"I won't tell." "I won't tell."

She better not.


August 1970.

I'm still getting cards for sympathy over Loretta's death. They thing it was all a accident when she fell from the stairs to her death. Luckily the grip I had on her didn't leave any bruising. That's the only thing I'll thank God for. I got one even from the Hambergs. Those little shits. They wrote a small note, regarding the death of Loretta saying that now Mark can be watched over and they know that Loretta will be a great angel for him. Bullshit. I can't believe they are trying to wipe up what happened with their son and Katherine. What hypocrites! Things are a little different now. Katherine is fine of course, being herself playing with dolls and tea sets. She does ask once in a while where mommy is. I tell her that she's in Heaven watching over you, making sure you brush your teeth and eat your vegetables. She would give me this icky face. She hates vegetables and she isn't the only one. She's moving along well in school, learning her ABC's and reading.

One thing that has taken for a wrong turn is the constant lurking policemen, watching me when I take my girl to the park. Usually where ever I sit, on a bench or in the swing set, they are watching me. They are keeping close eyes from their fancy cars. They try not to look so obvious but it doesn't matter. I know they are looking at me. I know they think I'm hiding something. When I went to that questioning at the station, I knew they had their man. I really didn't have to play such a keen role. I just kept to myself, tried not to show any type of weakness in their eyes. I was glad that I wasn't nabbed right there in the interrogation room. I think it's funny when Thompson just gave up and let me go home. They never called so I just figured they forgot about it. No...I should have known Thompson was a little brighter than that. He has his goons watching me, watching the house. Hell, they may have even tapped my phone just to monitor my phone calls! I don't care really. I've done most of my damage anyways. I hope to get started soon, gathering my little piggies. The police still haven't found anything though. The reason I think they are after me is because of Loretta's "untimely" death at home. The more I think about it, I should have thought it through a little more, not giving so much away for everyone else. I did place the 911 call and put on the tears and sobs as they wheeled her out on the gurney with the white sheet over her face. What they didn't know is I dragged her in and dropped her at the bottom of the stairs. I smashed some of her mother's porcelain tea cups to make it like she fell carrying them down the stairs. It worked to say the least. They tried to talk to Katherine though. Just like a little girl, she kept her mouth shut and cried. I love her so much. The cops though gave me that look. You know the look of "I know what happened here and you will get what's coming to you"? It won't happen. They can do whatever they want to me and they won't get shit out of me. They can interrogate my daughter but who knows what a four year old would say? Their imaginations run wild and could make up anything as an elephant came into the house and pushed mommy when all he wanted was peanuts in the cabinet.

Speaking of which, I need to run to the store.

October 1970.

ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS? THEY CAME INTO MY HOUSE AND RAIDED IT. SUPPOSEDLY THEY HAD A SEARCH WARRANT. THEY FOUND THEM. THEY FOUND THE FUCKING GLOVES IN THE CELLAR. I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN TO HIDE THOSE AWAY. ACTUALLY I SHOULD HAVE STOPPED. I HAD COMPLETED EVERYTHING I NEEDED TO DO. EVERYTHING WAS GOING GREAT NOW ITS SHIT AGAIN. THEY CAME AND ARRESTED ME FOR FUCK'S SAKE! I'M GOING TO DIE IN THE GAS CHAMBER. THEY WILL CHEW ME UP AND SPIT ME OUT IN TO A 6X6 CELL. I'M WORMS MEAT FOR THE OTHER FUCKS IN THAT HOLE. MY ASS WILL BE BLEEDING AND TORN FROM THE CONSTANT SHIT THAT I'LL HAVE TO EN DOUR. THEY TORE EVERYTHING APART, THE CABINETS, THE CHAIRS, BROKEN GLASS. EVERYTHING THAT I WORKED FOR HAS BEEN DEMOLISHED! KATHERINE'S TOY'S WERE RIPPED APART STREWING COTTON EVERYWHERE IN HER BEDROOM. HER BED WAS RIPPED APART WITH HER SHEETS JUST BARELY HANGING ON TO THE MATTRESS. MY HOME HAS BEEN BROKEN. THOSE ASSHOLES IN BLUE FELT THAT IT WOULD FEEL BETTER TO PULL APART EVERYTHING I'VE EARNED AND PAID FOR WITH MY WORKING MONEY JUST SO THEY CAN HAVE THEIR REVENGE! I WAS CHARGED WITH CHILD MOLESTATION AND MURDER!

Told you so!

SHUT UP! YOU FUCKING VOICES HAVE DONE NOTHING FOR ME. YOU'VE MADE MY LIFE A LIVING HELL AND I HAVE TO PAY FOR THE CRAP YOU DECIDED TO INFLUENCE ME WITH. SOON THEY WILL FIND OUT ABOUT MY SECRET PLACE AND FIND THE BONE FRAGMENTS THAT DIDN'T BURN. THEY WILL FIND THE ASHES STILL IN THAT SAME BOILER. I'M RUINED. MY WHOLE PURPOSE OF MAKING MYSELF A GOD IS GONE. I'M A BEGGAR NOW, WAITING FOR THE HATCHED TO BE BROUGHT DOWN UPON MY NECK. I'M ONLY 35 YEARS OLD. I STILL HAVE THINGS TO DO. I GUESS WHAT HAPPENED IS THAT FUCKING GIRL, LESLIE, WAS FOUND AND TAKEN TO THE HOSPITAL. SHE SURVIVED. .SURVIVED. SHE RAN HER MOUTH, LIKE I DIDN'T WANT ANY OF THOSE CHILDREN DOING AND RATTED ME OUT. SHE SAID MY FULL NAME. SHE TOLD THEM ABOUT THE SECRET PLACE, ME PLAYING WITH HER SECRETS SHE PLAYING WITH MINE. ME TAKING ADVANCES OF TRYING TO TAKE HER INNOCENCE. THE COPS SAID THAT I RAPED HER. I DID NO SUCH THING. I JUST PLAYED, I DIDN'T CAUSE ANY DAMAGE TO HER. OH WHEN I FIND HER SHE WILL BE DEAD SURE ENOUGH. SHE WILL BE RIPPED INTO MILLIONS OF PIECES SO NO ONE CAN EVER FIND HER. I WANT TO RING HER NECK, MAKE SURE I GET THOSE VOCAL CHORDS AND MAKE SURE THAT SHE WONT BE ABLE TO SING AGAIN. I'LL SNAP THEM IN TO AND BREAK THEM APART IN HER THROAT.

OK. Before I get too carried away. The cops came and arrested me, tore my house apart and held me until they interrogated me. They were relentless this time. I still kept my guard up and told them nothing happened. I told them are you really going to believe that little girl said I did all those things to her.

"We know what you did, you bastard. You hurt that child."

Correction. I never did hurt her. I only wanted her innocence and she didn't want to give it up herself. So I helped.

"You are going to rot in Hell, Krueger. I hope that one day when you die, I will be the one to piss on your gravestone."

I'm already in Hell, and I'm the one who runs the place! You are all pawns in my big game. You watch where you go and I'll be coming after you and your children.

Of course all of this was in my head. I did spend the night in jail though. My trial is in 3 weeks. That will be November. Here's another thing I forgot to mention.

They. Took. Her. Away. From. Me.

Those bastards turned her over to Child Protection Services. They won't tell me where they have her. I fear for her life. I can't imagine going through all of this without her. She's my life. I love her so. Why must they take her away? I'm at home. I'm not in a jail cell anymore. They should bring her back to me. The only thing I have left of her is her heartbreaking goodbye. God, even tears flow through my eyes when I see her face. I want to hold her again. I want to tell her that I love her and that everything will be ok. I want to tell her that I'll see her again. We were suppose to go the park and play tag. Why? I feel so empty. I feel battered and left with a shell of skin and bone. I have no soul. I have no heart. Where is my Katherine? Where's my baby? I asked them and they still won't tell me. They say that I'm an endangerment to her. How can I be an endangerment to her? I have not done a thing to that child. She's my blood. Why would I tamper with something to perfect? God, I just want to hold her. Just sitting her holding her clothes and toys are nothing compared. These tears won't stop flowing. My heart aches in my chest. She's my lifeline, Katherine. Please have her come home. She's cold. She misses me. i want to wipe her tears away. She's my one and only. Please don't take away the part of me that still wishes to be a man; a father. Why does this hurt so?

It's call heartache, Fred. She's gone and she's not coming back.

I won't believe your lies! She will come back. They will say they made a mistake and let me go on with my life. They will bring me back Katherine. I miss her so. I want to write to her telling her daddy is at home, he's OK. He's not hurt. I want to tell her that I miss her. I want to hold her, read her stories of dragons and princesses. I want to eat dinner with her and watch her try to eat broccoli...ha ha, she's so adorable when she doesn't want to eat the broccoli stalks.

Oh! this pain.

She will be back. I know she will. They will give me back my Katherine.


OK. There's another chapter for you Kruegerites! Sorry it ends on such a sour note, but I wanted to get emphasis on Freddy's thoughts on Katherine being taken from him. Please let me know how you feel on this. Does this change your thoughts on Freddy before he is brought back into the world? Put yourself in Freddy's mind and think of all the emotion that is conjuring in his mind.