The Krueger Kind
(Written in 2014)
Author’s Notes
Who is Freddy?
Frederick Charles "Freddy" Krueger is a fictional character and enemy of Wes Craven's A Nightmare on Elm Street; an American horror franchise made up of nine slasher films, a television show, novels, and comic books.
The series were based on a true story from an article in the late 70's LA Times. One child’s nightmares had grown so intense that he told his family it didn't feel normal and decided to stay awake.
One day, his family found him sleeping on the couch, so the father took him to his room. Later, they heard screams and thrashing in the night...the child died in the middle of a nightmare.
Throughout the series, Freddy's victims often experienced dreams of young children, jumping rope and chanting a rhyme to the tune of One, Two, Buckle My Shoe; often as an omen to Freddy's presence or his attacks…
One, Two, Freddy’s coming for you.
Three, Four, Better lock your door.
Five, Six, Grab your crucifix.
Seven, Eight, Stay up late.
Nine, Ten, Never sleep again.
Freddy's Back Story
Freddy's mother, Amanda Krueger, was a nun who cared for inmates in the Westin Hills mental hospital.
Freddy was conceived when she was accidentally locked inside and raped by a group of inmates, thus making him "the bastard son of one hundred maniacs"…Amanda spent the rest of her life in the asylum.
Frederick Charles Krueger was born in February 1942 and shifted from one foster home to another throughout his childhood, learning nothing but torment and hatred along the way (displaying sociopathic behavior and teased by classmates).
He was adopted by an abusive alcoholic man who taught him how to torture animals and inflict pain on himself…Freddy eventually murdered him and became a serial killer.
When Freddy reached adulthood, he married a woman named Loretta, with whom he fathered a daughter named Katherine, and found employment maintaining the boilers at an old steam-plant, all the time plotting his revenge.
While working at the plant, he made the first of his bladed gloves. Made from an old glove and four razor sharp blades that he attached with interlocking metal sections and rivets…he then began his killing spree.
After the birth of his daughter, Freddy tried to lead a normal life, but his murderous nature eventually overcame him…murdering twenty children on Elm Street between 1963 and 1966.
He later murdered his wife, which Katherine witnessed, after she discovered the evidence of his child killings.
Katherine told the authorities and Freddy was arrested for the murder of his wife and the Elm Street children…he was put on trial; however, the officers forgot to read him his rights and Freddy was freed on a technicality.
The parents of Springwood, OH took the law into their own hands…they followed Freddy to the building where he took his victims and ignited it into a raging inferno.
In his dying moments, the Dream Demons came to him to offer immortality in exchange for being their agent, which he accepted.
After the fire, the charred remains of Freddy were taken to an old junkyard and placed in the trunk of a car. And that was the end of Freddy Krueger's reign of terror...or so it was thought.
Ever since that night, Freddy has taken his revenge on the parents of Springwood by stalking their children through their dreams.
Each time he is able to twist a normal dream into his own brutal delight of terror…some children had escaped thinking they had defeated him only to have him rise again later.
His daughter, Katherine, was moved out of Springwood, adopted and renamed Maggie Burroughs.
Preface
Katherine wasn’t the only child of Freddy; he had another daughter named Amie which he didn’t know about until after his death when he tried to haunt her dreams.
Amie was only three years old when she went to an orphanage, who renamed her Emily.
At age ten, she was adopted by the Walker family. At the same time she received her gift, the gift of being able to see and talk to spirits, which caused night terrors, and was introduced to the A Nightmare on Elm Street movies.
Emily became obsessed with Freddy…feeling connected to him in some strange way.
At age eighteen, Emily went off to college and studied to become a writer…her night terrors continued and she dreamt of the man from the movies.
One
“Amie…Aaamiie.” Freddy called out.
Emily ran through the alleyway, stopping suddenly and stared into the eyes of the man from the movies.
“Freddy.” She gasped.
“You grew up nice, Amie.” He noted, pointing one of his bladed fingers at her.
“My name is Emily.” She stated, crossing her arms.
“That’s what they wanted you to believe.” He snarled, walking toward her.
“How do you know that?” She asked, looking around for a place to run.
Emily awoke.
Still groggy from her dream, she called her mother.
“Mom, I just had the strangest dream.” Emily noted, rubbing her head.
“Tell me about it, Honey.” Her mother encouraged, sitting on the couch back home.
“Is my real name Amie?”
“As you know, we adopted you and your name was Emily when we met you. So, as far as I know, your name is Emily.”
Emily got off the phone, confused…why would Freddy say her name was Amie?
“Freddy is a fictional character, why am I even listening to him?” She questioned herself, shaking her head.
The more she thought about the dream, the more convinced she became, so she decided to take a trip to the orphanage.
Emily walked up to the information desk…
The receptionist wore the familiar uniform, which had stuck in the back of Emily’s mind, and the same cheap plastic name tag stating her name…Angela.
“I would like a copy of my records, please.” She noted, leaning against the desk.
“And what’s your name?” Angela asked, not looking up from her computer.
“Emily. I was adopted by the Walker family eight years ago.” She replied with a slight smile.
The woman looked up at her with a strange face.
“I’m going to need to see your ID, Ma’am.” Angela requested.
Emily reached into her purse and handed the woman her ID…she took a quick glance at it and handed it back to Emily.
“Have a seat and someone will be right with you.” Angela assured, walking into another room and shut the door.
“She claims to be Emily Walker.” Angela said, standing in front of the desk of Mr. Hart, the owner.
“Did you ask for her ID?” He questioned, looking up at her.
“Yes, but I thought we weren’t going to tell her due to the chance of mental problems?” She asked with a concerned look.
“I will take care of it.” He noted, walking out of the room and over to Emily.
“Emily Walker?” He questioned, towering over her.
“Yes, sir.” Emily replied, standing up from her chair.
“Do you remember who I am?” He asked, holding out a hand for a handshake.
“Mr. Hart. You’re the owner of the orphanage.” She noted, shaking his hand.
“Will you please step into my office? I have some questions.” He questioned, leading her to his office door.
“I can’t stay too long; I have a test I need to study for.” She informed, following him into his office.
After a while, Angela heard loud arguing coming from the office.
“Fine, if you won’t help me, I’ll find someone who will!” Emily exclaimed, storming out of Mr. Hart’s office.
“Psst…Emily.” Angela motioned her over.
When Emily walked over, Angela looked at the office door to make sure Mr. Hart wasn’t about to walk out and slid a manila envelope to her.
She looked at it, and then back to Angela…Angela just nodded.
Emily tucked it into her jacket and left.
The envelope laid on the passenger seat, taunting her…What would she find? What was Mr. Hart hiding?
Emily pulled along the side of the road and put her car in park.
She picked up the envelope and stared at the taped opening…What if her name WAS Amie? Could she remain the same person she was before knowing the secrets of her past?
She closed her eyes, laid the envelope back on the seat and continued back to college.
In her dorm room, Emily laid the envelope on the desk and lied on her bed, closed her eyes and went to sleep.
Emily was lying in her bed back home, listening to the sound of the rain gently tapping against the window pane.
Walking outside to a gazebo, she had never seen before, in the backyard…it looked new, but a few small places where its age showed…small splinters in the woodwork and spots where the new paint had been weathered away, revealing the gazebo’s original color.
As the rain started to come down harder, Emily walked to the edge of the gazebo, running her hand along the wood, feeling the uneven texture.
She sat on one of the benches as the smell of the rain soothed her senses and felt herself enter a meditative state, but being awakened by what seemed like a tap on her shoulder.
Emily looked down and noticed something carved into the wood…AMIE.
She awoke to the sound of thunder outside her window, looking over at the envelope on the desk, sat up and took the phone into her hand.
She dialed the number of her best friend, Soren Matthews, and made plans to meet at the local coffee shop the next afternoon…Soren was the first friend Emily had after getting out of the orphanage and she really needed someone to talk to at the moment, knowing Soren would probably think she was insane, but would be supportive.
Two
The next morning, the envelope kept taunting her…Emily would pick it up, but would place it back; wanting to know what was inside, but didn’t want to be alone when she found out about her past.
Emily looked around the coffee shop for Soren… the place was practically a ghost town at that time of day, the perfect place to have a quiet chat with her friend about her troubles.
She sighed and took a sip of her coffee when it was placed in front of her. The bitter flavor assaulted her pallet before forcing its way down her throat.
She closed her eyes and let her mind go back to that time, back to when she first moved to the city she called home…letting her mind wander until she felt the familiar presence of her friend in the seat across the table.
Emily opened her eyes and smiled at Soren.
“So, what was so important that couldn’t wait until the weekend? I’m not complaining about being here for you, but the drive is pretty tiring.” Soren asked, taking off her jacket.
“Well, you know I was adopted by the Walkers when I was ten; and you also know about my gift. I had a strange dream…well a couple dreams…where someone or something is telling me that my real name isn’t Emily.”
“How many dreams have you had about it?”
“Just two, but the first one convinced me enough to go back to the orphanage to find out. They gave me this.”
Emily placed the envelope on the table.
“I haven’t opened it yet.” Emily noted, placing her hand on the envelope.
“How long have you had it?”
“I just came back yesterday. I didn’t want to be alone when I opened it.”
“I understand, but who do you think is telling you that your real name isn’t Emily?”
“If I tell you, you’d think I’m crazy.”
“Try me.”
“Freddy Krueger.”
“Freddy Krueger isn’t real.”
“We both know that, but it could be someone else disguised as him in my dream. Like my real father or something.”
“Okay, so, did he tell you what your real name is?”
“Well, the first dream he told me himself, but in the second…it was carved in wood.”
“Well, what is it?”
“Amie.”
“Just Amie? No last name?”
“Just Amie.”
The girls looked down at the envelope.
“Do you want me to open it?” Soren questioned, looking into the eyes of her friend.
“I think I should. I just wanted someone with me.”
“Do you want to do it here? I mean its public.”
“There’s hardly anyone here and this is where I come to relax.”
“Well, I’m here for you no matter what.”
Emily smiled slightly and picked up the envelope…her pulse raced as she broke open the seal and slid out the papers.
As she flipped through the pages, her eyes scanned over the contents until the words birth parents came into view.
“Oh my God!” Emily gasped and looked up at Soren with wide eyes.
“What is it?”
“My birth parents.”
Emily slid the paper across the table, pointing out the names…Fredrick and Loretta Krueger.
“That’s impossible. He’s not real. It has to be some kind of coincidence that their names are the same.” Soren informed, shaking her head.
Emily kept reading…her name, where was her name?
Turning the page, there it was in black and white…Amie Krueger was adopted by the orphanage at age three where she was renamed Emily to conceal her identity.
“If it’s not real, why would they hide it?” Emily asked, looking up from the paper.
Three
As it rained heavily outside, Emily took a sip of the bitter black coffee and looked down at her watch. It was almost eleven o’clock…she waited.
She looked out the window at the rain that pounded against the glass and watched the entangled patterns run down the outer pane.
The bell above the coffee shop door sounded as the door was opened and he walked in.
Emily was looking through the window, but suddenly became aware of his reflection in the glass as he stood next to the table.
“I’ve been waiting for you. I’m ready to hear what you have to tell me, Freddy…or should I call you father?”
“Follow me.”
Emily followed him to the building where he was burned alive.
“Amie, my child. My…daughter. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you. People have long forgotten about me. They learned how to keep me away, but you…you are alive. I want you to become the next Krueger people are afraid of.”
“I can’t kill.”
“Can’t or won’t?”
“What do you want from me?”
“I can teach you my methods. I can become your mentor.”
“Why?”
“They need to be punished. They need to remember fear. Be my apprentice and I will teach you everything you will need to know. I’m not able to kill any longer. But you can.”
“How?”
“With this.”
Freddy handed her a bladed glove like his own…it was heavier than it appeared as she slid it on her hand.
“Use it, Amie…make them fear again.”
***
Nancy Thompson was well into her 50s now, but Freddy still wanted her and he would get her, even if he had to use Amie to get to her.
He had to have Amie prove she could do his work, so he sent her on a quest.
The night sky was a blanket of darkness that devoured the moonlight. It was a night for hunters to stalk their prey. It was a night for sinners to flee their crimes…It was a night for murder.
Amie had been sitting in the tree in front of an old style ranch home, whilst she had eagerly watched and waited for her prey; Miranda Gibson was a barren widow. She must have been near forty years old, close enough to Nancy’s age.
Amie’s muscles were cramped and fingers were numb but the position that she held herself in…legs tucked in and knees pulled up to her chest…had been ideal to hide amongst the branches.
The tree cradled her for several hours as she watched Miranda and the ground was now wet from the rain.
The crave to kill began beating inside Amie’s chest as she carefully made her way across the branches of the tree and down to the ground.
In the darkness, her eyes adjusted and she edged toward the door, listening for any noise that would suggest a concern as she slipped into the downstairs window as planned.
She moved across the landing, toward the master bedroom and listened at the door, but could hear nothing…turning the handle and as the door slightly opened she heard the toilet flush and knew that Miranda must have gone to the bathroom…she hurried inside to await her pleasure.
Miranda walked through the dimness toward the closet and opened the door onto blackness. She removed her robe and hung it up, but in her sleepiness it was not quite on the hanger properly and it fell to the floor.
She reached her hand down and started to feel around at the bottom. It must have fell back a little further than she thought, so she reached in and almost over-balanced.
As she put her hand to the floor, she felt the robe and picked it up to put back on the hanger.
With the simple task complete, she shut the door and walked back to the bed…stopping for a moment, thinking she had heard a noise outside and went to the window.
She thought she saw some movement from the curtain and pulled it open with nervous force, but nothing.
The window was slightly open and a draft blew in, so she shut it before standing to watch the rain.
Miranda walked back to the bed and sat down to take a drink from the glass of water she kept at her bedside before slipping her feet under the covers; she closed her eyes to sleep.
A few minutes had passed and Amie could hear Miranda finally getting comfortable…she slipped out from under the bed, slowly lifting herself up and looked down at the woman.
Miranda opened her eyes and was aware that someone was standing in the room, looking over her. She tried to move, but a hand went over her mouth and felt something sharp stick into her neck.
She struggled to move against the force, but became light-headed before a wave of dizziness washed over her.
Amie put the syringe back into her pocket with a cover on the needle and looked down at the woman who was barely mobile on the bed…raising her gloved hand and slashed Miranda’s chest over and over again.
As the blood soaked the sheets and screams filled Amie’s ears, the feeling of pleasure washed over her.
Making sure that she had collected any evidence that would give her away, she went downstairs and didn’t bother to close the door behind as she left and disappeared into the night; craving for the blood of other’s.
Four
There was only one person who could give her the guidance she needed, who could help her understand her unexplainable craving for blood…
It was late. Crickets were out, and birds were circling over the building Freddy took her.
The door swung open with a violent push as Freddy stood in the doorway.
“Have you done what I told you?”
“Yes.”
“Good, now go back to your normal life and keep guard…I will come for you when I need you.”
***
“Where have you been? I’ve been trying to get ahold of you for a week.” Soren questioned, sitting on Amie’s bed in the dorm room.
“Sorry, I was focusing on school work.” Amie noted, knowing it was a lie, but she couldn’t tell Soren she was an apprentice to a killer.
“I didn’t know what happen to you. I thought you did something stupid.”
“I wasn’t going to kill myself if that’s what you were thinking.”
“I was worried because there was a murder this week. The police think it’s the work of Freddy.”
“Freddy’s dead.” Amie informed, crossing her arms.
“It’s like the movies all over again.” Soren noted with a shiver.
“Those were movies, do you really think a monster can come from a dream and slash you up like that?”
“No, but it WAS based on a true story.”
“Maybe a copycat of someone who has an obsession with Freddy or something.”
“Have you had anymore dreams about him?”
“No.” Amie denied with a sigh.
Soren looked at her friend with a sad face.
“Have you talked to your mother?” Soren asked, changing the subject.
“No, I haven’t. I really don’t know what to say.”
“She took you in when you needed it and made a life for you. I’m sure whatever you say will be fine.”
“Maybe.”
“Emily…”
“My name is Amie.”
“You’ve made yourself as Emily Walker and just like that, you’re going to change your name back to Amie Krueger?”
“Like it or not, but that’s my name.”
“Talk to your mother, Amie.”
Soren left still worried about her friend.
That weekend, Amie packed up a few things and headed back home to talk to her mother.
“Emily, I didn’t expect you home so early.” Mrs. Walker noted, turning around to see her daughter coming in the front door.
“Mom, we need to talk.” She informed, walking toward her.
“Oh, okay.”
They sat at the kitchen table as Amie pulled out the envelope.
“I went to the orphanage and retrieved my records.”
Mrs. Walker looked down at the envelope with a sigh.
“My real name is Amie and I would like to be called Amie now.”
“If that’s what you want, that’s fine with me. I will do anything to make you happy.”
“I know what you’re thinking and I’m not going to stop being your daughter and would like to stay a Walker.”
“I would like that, too. Thank you, Amie.”
Amie just smiled.
“So, does it say who your real parents were?”
“Yes, but I don’t want to share that information with anyone. I’m just relieved that I know what my real name is. All I’m going to say is that they’re both deceased.”
“Oh, that’s awful, but I respect your choice.”
“Thank you, Mom. If you don’t mind, I would like to go take a nap. I haven’t been sleeping well.”
“Before you go, did you hear about the murder?”
“Yes, I have and I think they are wrong about it being Freddy.”
Mrs. Walker just nodded her head and let her daughter go to her old bedroom to take a much needed nap…she would talk to her about her concerns afterward.
Five
“Amie…” She could already hear Freddy’s voice.
“Come to me Amie.”
As soon as she closed her eyes, Amie was walking through a graveyard.
Looking down, she saw the tombstone of Loretta Krueger…her real mother.
“Amie, I have another assignment.”
“It hasn’t been a week and you want me to go back out?”
“Ah, did you forget already? Lesson number one…planning.”
Amie spun around on her heels and became face-to-face with Freddy.
“I have a name.”
Amie nodded.
“Spencer Harris.”
“My ex-boyfriend?”
Freddy laughed his evil laugh and was gone.
Afterward, Amie had a dreamless sleep.
***
Amie didn’t have to plan much about Spencer; she knew all she needed without much examining.
She didn’t have any regrets or need for revenge after he had broken her heart, but Freddy wanted him. She didn’t ask what was behind his reasoning; she just did what she was told like any other apprentice would do.
Spencer’s shoes echoed through the emptiness of his garage. He had just finished remodeling his Camaro, one of his most prized possessions, and wanted to take it out for a test drive.
Running his hands across the hood, he paused for a moment as his eyes adjusted to the thick blackness and a chill ran up his spine…he could hear someone breathing. It was faint, but someone was there, not far from where he stood.
From the shadows behind his car, a woman-like figure appeared and stopped near the rear door…she stood motionless, her face partially hid by the dark.
Spencer squinted as he tried to get a better look at the stranger, but the face remained hidden by the shadows.
She moved toward him with something metallic in her hand, but he couldn’t make out what it was.
The woman suddenly lunged forward, raising her hand with the light bouncing from the gleaming object she held…the light illuminated her face and she started to smirk.
“Emily…what the Hell are you doing here!”
With that, she brought down her gloved hand and slashed at Spencer’s face, only scratching him.
Spencer screamed and ran, trapped in a corner like a mouse.
“What…what are you doing?”
Amie didn’t answer him.
“You’re the one that killed that woman.”
Amie walked toward him, still smiling.
“Oh, Spence…I haven’t seen you so scared.”
“They were wrong…Freddy didn’t do it.”
“Freddy’s dead, but his daughter…well his daughter is alive and well.”
“Emily…”
“The name’s Amie…Amie Krueger.”
Her hand came down on his chest, slashing over and over again…blood splattering into her face as she laughed.
Amie looked down at her once lover and smiled.
“Enjoy Hell.”
She threw a piece of paper onto his lap and disappeared.
Amie walked to a payphone in front of a diner and made an anonymous call to the police, then walked in to grab a cup of coffee.
Her energy was drained…she needed to regain her strength…her head was heavy, her eyelids like boulders; slowly she felt herself drifting away and the sounds of the diner disappeared…all was silent.
“Miss, Miss!”
Amie jumped and looked around.
“I’m sorry, but we’re closing. Do you need me to call you a cab?”
“No, I’m fine.”
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a few bills and left them on the table…staggering, she wobbled to her feet and headed to the door.
Amie swung open the door and breathed in the night air, suddenly realizing how much time had passed…she took a deep breath and continued down the road to the safety of her dorm room.
Detective Stone walked over to the remains of Spencer Harris and, with gloved hands, opened the paper so that he could read what was written.
With a small sigh, he read the note:
Detective,
Do you really think Freddy did this? Freddy is dead, but I’m alive.
-Fredgirl
With a pained expression, he knew that the killer would be back.
Unless there was a breakthrough in the forensics, he knew that they wouldn’t be able to catch her.
Freddy continued after he was dead, so what was said that they could catch a copycat…he didn’t like the idea of failure again.
He left the garage with knowledge that Fredgirl would be visiting somebody else very soon.
“Good work, Amie. You have proven yourself worthy of the ultimate and final challenge…Nancy.”
“Nancy Thompson, the girl from the movies?”
“Yes, but you know her as Nancy Matthews.”
“My best friend’s mother…I can’t.”
“Ah, but you will. You are a killer now, Amie.”
“I won’t do it!”
Six
A month went by and Amie’s life was a constant struggle between reality and dreams, one bleeding into the next until she couldn’t tell whether she was asleep or awake…she had to stay awake in fear that Freddy would kill her for betraying him.
In the bat of an eye, Amie’s life had taken a completely different turn after meeting Freddy and after all the years that the Walker family took care of her; knowing what she was asked to do, her mother would never forgive her.
Her cell phone started to vibrate in her pants pocket…it was Soren.
“Hello?”
“Amie, help me!”
The line disconnected.
She threw away the comforter that had been wrapped around her and pulled herself up, gripping her cell phone in her hand and called Soren.
Five rings; and then, “Hi.”
“Soren?”
“This is Soren Matthews. I’m not able to come to the phone right now, so please leave a message.”
Amie hung up and tried again. Five more rings and the same message.
Did Freddy get strong enough to kill? Was Soren dead?
Amie tried again, this time calling Soren’s home. On the third ring, someone picked up.
“Hello?” Soren’s mother said.
“Hello, Mrs. Matthews. I was wondering if Soren was home.”
“Yes she is, but she’s resting now. Is this Emily?”
“It is.”
“I heard about another murder in your college town. Your ex-boyfriend. I’m so sor-“ Amie hung up.
That night, Amie went back home and slept in her old, familiar bed. She thought again about the murders she caused...she couldn’t close her eyes without thinking of all the slashes on their bodies, all that blood.
The more she consumed herself with the images, the more she was taken in with a strange, unexplainable sensation…something she couldn’t possibly understand because she’d never experienced it before. It was like a rush of adrenaline, only stronger.
Her pulse raced, her temperature rose...beads of sweat escaped from the pores of her skin and she had to take short, quick breaths of air to calm herself.
“What’s happening to me?”
Amie had fevers before, but this was nothing like it…one moment her skin was burning, and another, it was ice cold. She was disoriented. Every move of her aching head weighed at least a ton. As seconds passed, it only grew.
She realized Freddy had ahold of her and she screamed…he was killing her…she screamed until her throat was sore and there was nothing coming out but air.
That was when something began to tug on her shoulders…it was her mother and she was scared.
“Amie!” Mrs. Walker shook her daughter awake.
Amie’s eyes opened, she was drenched in her own sweat and the pain was gone.
“Everything’s alright.” Mrs. Walker soothed, stroking Amie’s hair.
She asked herself the very same question that came from her mother’s lips only shortly after.
“What happened?”
Seven
Amie knew that Freddy was strong enough to kill and wouldn’t think twice about doing so unless she did what he wanted.
She sat at her desk, wrote a letter and lied in bed to fall asleep.
As she walked through the dark, underground tunnel in search of Freddy, anger coursed through her veins…she had to find him.
“Looking for someone?” Freddy questioned, standing far into the distance.
“Okay, Freddy, you win. I’ll get Nancy for you.”
Freddy grinned and motioned her over.
“You’ve been very messy; one…clean…swipe.”
Amie nodded as Freddy demonstrated on a block of wood.
She turned to leave, but turned back when she heard him clear his throat.
“Don’t disappoint me.”
***
The front door opened slowly under her hand and the house was quiet as Soren turned to look for her mother.
“Mom?” She called out.
Nothing.
She checked the kitchen and the living room, but she wasn’t there and decided that she would show up later.
As she went into her room, she saw a streak of red a few inches from her door that grew thicker further along.
She focused at the center of the room where the line turned into a puddle pouring out from her mother. She was lifeless…she was…dead.
Soren didn’t scream or cry…she didn’t even know what to do. She was in shock.
From behind, she heard footsteps, but distracted, Soren walked over and closed the woman’s eyes.
The footsteps came closer and stopped inside the room.
“What happened here?” A man asked, petrified.
She didn’t answer.
He walked toward her and turned Soren’s body to face him. It was a policeman.
“Who are you?” He questioned, but Soren still couldn’t speak.
“Hey, who are you?” He repeated, shaking her.
“Soren…Soren Matthews.”
“The daughter?”
Soren just nodded.
Soren left the police station and headed back to her home.
There was no light coming from the house as she crossed the police tape and unlocked the door.
She went to her room where the carpet was stained with dry blood where her mother had died.
Soren placed her hand on the spot where her mother lied the day before, barely noticing the woman standing nearby.
“Hello Soren.” Amie said quietly.
Thoughts ran through her mind as she looked up at Amie.
“What are you doing here?” Soren asked, standing.
“I knew you would be back.” Amie replied with a slight smile.
Soren sat on her bed, not taking her eyes off Amie.
“I know what you’re thinking…Freddy didn’t do this. In fact, he didn’t commit the other murders either.” Amie informed, slowly slipping on the bladed glove.
“You killed my mother?” She questioned, standing once again, backing away.
“I did.” Amie noted, tapping a blade on her own thigh.
“Are you going to-” Soren started, but was interrupted by the police downstairs.
She turned her head back to where Amie was standing, but she was gone.
“You’re not allowed to be here.” The policeman informed, walking into the room.
The policeman helped her out of the house and called her father as they waited in his patrol car until he showed up.
“Are you okay?” Soren’s father asked, helping her into his car.
“Yes.”
“You sure?”
“It was Amie.”
“What?”
“Amie killed her.”
“Who’s Amie?”
Soren didn’t answer; she just closed her eyes and leaned her head back on the seat.
When they arrived at her father’s house, he suggested for her to go to bed and they would talk in the morning.
“I won’t be able to go to sleep.”
Mr. Matthews nodded, kissed his daughter on the forehead and left the young girl’s room.
Soren’s thoughts went back to the death of her mother…why would Amie do such a thing?
Eight
Soren went to see Amie at college, but only found the letter on thedesk addressed to her.
As her eyes scanned the letter, there were directions to a building where Amie wanted to meet.
In the darkness, Soren stood and tuned her head as she heard a dragging noise on the wall.
A small step back and then another, eyes never leaving the wall as she neared the door she entered from, but it slammed behind her.
A shadow moved in the room as her heart pounded in her ears.
“Hello?”
Nothing.
She was sure she wasn’t alone as fear grew inside her chest…knowing someone was watching her.
“Amie?”
A hand came down on her shoulder and she gasped.
“It’s okay. It’s me.” Amie noted.
“Why is it so dark in here?”
“Dark? I hadn’t noticed.”
Soren turned to run, but decided not to.
“Why did you kill my mother?”
“Nancy Thompson had to die.”
“This isn’t a movie, Amie.”
Red lights flickered on overhead and Soren could finally see Amie’s face.
“Are you going to kill me?”
“Why would I do that? You’re my best friend.”
Soren looked around at the burnt walls.
“Is this-”
“Where Freddy died? Yes.”
“Why would you bring me here?”
“This is where he brought me.”
“What?”
“He came to me…made me his apprentice.”
“Nancy is dead…it’s over.”
“No, I’m just getting started.”
Amie slid on her bladed glove.
“I thought you said you weren’t going to kill me.”
“Join me.”
“No.”
Amie flicked her fingers making the blades clash against each other…Soren screamed and ran for the door, fighting the door knob.
“Where are you going?”
Scared, Soren turned with her back against the door.
“Please let me go.” Soren pleaded, tears coming to her eyes.
Amie’s fist pounded the door beside Soren’s head.
“I can’t let you go.”
“I won’t tell. Please, just let me go.”
Amie kissed her friend on the forehead and shoved her blades into Soren’s stomach.
“Goodbye, Soren.” Amie whispered, pulling away.
Soren staggered and fell to her knees as the blood spilled out of her body.
***
Amie slept in the burnt building with a dreamless sleep.
Freddy was finally gone, but the urge to kill was still in her veins… she couldn’t help what she had become and waited to feel the pleasure from her next victim.
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