guest00901 Posted August 16 Report Share Posted August 16 I got this from the Jersey board....after reading this...tell me if you still think Freddy scares youhttp://www.houseofhorrors.com/krueger.htmFreddy Krueger was born amidst a raging fire in the old insane asylum on Elm Street, thebastard son of a beautiful young schizophrenic who died alone and unattended in the agonyof childbirth. In later years, Freddy would distinctly remember his mother's screams as thefirst sounds he ever heard.Raised from infancy by a succession of ax-murderers, rapists, and arsonists, young Freddy wasadopted by at an early age by a lonely old pimp who hoped that the strange-looking boymight someday make himself useful by luring curious drunks into the filthy alley in which hisdisease-ridden whores earned their meager pay. Whenever the old man would catch hisadopted son enjoying the services of one of his employees, he would express his displeasureby beating the boy almost to the point of unconsciousness with a razor strop. It did not takeyoung Freddy long to begin associating sexual pleasure with the infliction of pain.Occasionally, the old man would punish Freddy for some imaginary offense by drawing bloodfrom his belly with a straight razor. Refusing to cry out loud no matter how badly hissadistic father slashed him, the boy began to take a perverse sort of pleasure in fingeringthe narrow scars that soon covered the front of his body.As a young man, Freddy showed no more aptitude as a pimp than the old man showed as afather. Finding the boy to be of no practical use, the old pimp paid no attention to himwhatsoever except when doling out his daily punishment. After a while, Freddy beganalmost to welcome the beatings, which were the only expression of parental interest he wasever to know. Freddy finally decided to run away after being savagely beaten by his fatherand left for dead in the alley. Before he left, Freddy used the money he found in the oldman's strongbox to hire a professional arsonist to torch his house while the old pimp sleptpeacefully upstairs.Freddy never bothered to find out if the old man survived the blaze.With no formal schooling and no particular skills or aptitudes, Freddy wandered from townto town doing odd jobs and getting into trouble with the law. He began to drink heavily andspent many nights sleeping in the gutter. Freddy was sleeping in an alley near the localschoolhouse when a group of young boys decided to try picking the drunk's pockets. Oneboy's hand was still in his pocket when Freddy awoke in a drunken rage and lashed out wildlywith the bottle of gin clenched in his hand. The bottle landed on the boy's head with a loudcrash as his four companions field in terror. Freddy watched the boys run away and thenlooked thoughtfully at the child who was bleeding to death beside him in the alley. "They'rescared of me", he thought, strangely exhilarated as never before by the unfamiliar feelingof power that surged through his body like a shot of adrenalin.Freddy carried the bleeding boy to a deserted cellar and studied his figure for a long time."Children are useless" he thought, repeating a sentiment he had often heard muttered bythe old man who had raised him. "Children are better off dead" he thought, improvisingfreely on the theme. He reached into his pocket and took out the straight-razor he hadtaken from the old man's closet before leaving home. Freddy roughly tore off the boy'sclothing and studied his smooth white belly for a moment. Then, recalling the four boys whoescaped, Freddy cut four deep incisions into the boy's flesh. He watched for a while as theblood spurted out, his face flushed with triumph. For the first time in his life, FreddyKrueger was in control. It was a feeling he did not want to live without ever again.Freddy continued his nomadic existence until he arrived at the suburban community ofSpringwood. There was something about Springwood that instantly outraged him. Perhaps itwas the well-cared for lawns and lovely tree-lined streets that were so much more beautifulthan anything he had even dreamed of as a child. Or perhaps it was the carefree children ofSpringwood so blissfully unaware of the suffering and anguish of the real world. Suddenly,Freddy knew his calling in life. He would teach these smug suburbanites and their childrenwhat the world was all about.He would teach them the true meaning of pain.For the first time in his life, Freddy looked for a regular job, and he soon found onemaintaining the boiler in the old generating plant on the outskirts of town. The work waseasy enough, and it left Freddy with plenty of time to devote to his true calling. He soondecided that his old straight razor was insufficient to do the holy work that needed to bedone. Freddy spent many hours in the machine shop, forging the deadly tool he would useto carry out his mission. These were among the happiest hours of his life - designing andthen building the special glove with it's four deadly finger-blades. Carefully, with a feelingakin to love, Freddy cut the gleaming metal, honing it to a fine razor-sharp edge and thenfitting the assembled apparatus into the fingerless leather glove. Then, when it was finallydone, he took a deep breath and slipped the deadly talons onto his hand.A perfect fit!And now it was time to put his creation to the test.The next day, Freddy slipped into his comfortable red and green sweater, donned hiscrumpled fedora, climbed into the front seat of his battered Chevy van, and drove intotown. Lovingly, he clicked the blades that gleamed so beautifully on his right hand andwaited patiently in the alley adjacent to Springwood elementary school. He felt his musclestense with excitement as the bell rang, announcing the end of another school day. For afleeting moment, Freddy wondered what it would have been like to have gone to schoolwith other children, to have friends and to have played the innocent games of childhood.For that one brief moment, Freddy wondered if it might not be terribly wrong to interferewith the normal development of a child, to cut off at the very beginnings a human life ofalmost infinite possibilities and potentialities.Then he saw the children, laughing and skipping as they rushed into their parent's lovingarms, and Freddy knew what he had to do.There was a little girl standing at the curb not far from the alley. Perhaps her mother haddifficulty starting the car, or maybe a long line at the supermarket had set her scheduleback a few minutes. No matter. The little girl was very much alone, and Freddy felt astirring deep in his wicked soul. Squinting into the sunlight, he read the name "Amy" writtenin bright pink letters on the girl's lunch-box."Amy?" he whispered, but the girl didn't seem to hear him. "Amy," he repeated, a littlelouder this time. The girl looked at him with her large ORANGE eyes. "Come here," he said,beckoning with his left hand. She looked away for a moment, glancing up the street as ifexpecting her mother to arrive at any moment. Then she looked back at Freddy, and heknew in that instant he had won."Come here." he repeated. The girl hesitated for only a moment and then stepped into thealley."Who are you?" she asked in a small, sweet voice that set Freddy's teeth on edge."Uncle Freddy," he replied, liking the sound of it. "Your mother said I should bring youhome."The girl shook her head doubtfully."I don't have an uncle Freddy." she said."You do now," said Freddy, raising his right hand high into the air. Then he brought it down,his temples pounding as his left hand covered the girl's mouth and his right tore four deadlygashes in her soft belly.Freddy looked at the bloodied glove for a moment and felt joy deep in his soul. How easilythe little one had died! He lifted the girl's bloody body and carried it quickly to his parkedvan, feeling more alive than he had ever felt before. He stashed the body under someblankets in the back of the van and drove to the power plant. There he unloaded the bodyand hid it in a large unused storage locker in the back of the boiler room. Then he sat backand breathed deeply of the hot, stifling boiler room air that he had learned to love.At last, Freddy's life had meaning.After that, Freddy found it easy to fulfill his self-proclaimed destiny. His methods ofabduction varied, but the result was always the same. He loved to see the newspaperaccounts of the kidnappings, but it troubled him that no one knew for certain whether themissing children were dead. He began leaving puddles of blood at the murder sites so thateveryone would know that these were no mere kidnappings. It was important to him thatthe smug parents of Springwood know that their children were being carefully andmethodically butchered.Freddy soon learned that leaving evidence around was not the wisest course for a murdererto pursue. One morning, a small squadron of police led by the intrepid LieutenantThompson burst into the power plant and found the rotting bodies of the town's murderedchildren. Freddy was arrested and brought to trial amid great publicity. Fortunately forFreddy, however, the public defender who handled the case was extremely thorough in hispreparation. He examined the search warrant that had gained the police admittance to thepower plant the day they arrested Freddy and found a technical error in the wording of thedocument. The search was ruled illegal, and the case against Freddy was thrown out ofcourt. Despite public outcry, the Springwood Slasher was set free.It was time to move on, and Freddy knew it. There would be other towns and otherchildren. Next time, Freddy vowed, he would not be so easy to catch. That night, Freddypicked his meager belongings into the back of his van and settled in for one last night's sleepbefore hitting the road. He had just settled into a cozy corner of the boiler room with abottle of his favorite gin when he heard the commotion outside. The angry people ofSpringwood, led by Lt. Don Thompson and his wife Marge, had decided to take the law intotheir own hands. It was the Thompsons and their Elm Street neighbours, the Lantzes, whopoured the gasoline around the power plant; and it was the Grays and the Lanes who set thefuel afire. Never again would their children - Nancy, Glen, Tina, Rod, and all the others - beterrorized by the wicked Fred Krueger. They smiled grimly as the power plant began toburn, and someone in the mob applauded when Freddy appeared in the doorway, his red andgreen sweater burning brightly in the night. Even as the flames consumed his flesh, Freddycould be heard cursing the mob and screaming his vows of revenge. Then, with one last cryof agony, the burning figure turned from the crowd and raced madly into the very flamesthat were devouring him.The body was never found."I guess we've seen the last of Fred Krueger," said Marge Thompson that night, breathing adeep sigh of relief as she examined Freddy's blood-caked finger-knives with a mixture ofdisgust and ill-concealed fascination.But Marge was wrong.Freddy would be back.And the nightmare was just about to begin. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sassa Posted August 16 Report Share Posted August 16 no, not really Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
trancerxn112 Posted August 16 Report Share Posted August 16 Everytown... has an elm street! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dgmodel Posted August 16 Report Share Posted August 16 thats not true... he wasnt born in a fire and i didnt read the rest but if it starts off with bs it prolly ends with bs... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
guest00901 Posted August 16 Author Report Share Posted August 16 Originally posted by dgmodel thats not true... he wasnt born in a fire and i didnt read the rest but if it starts off with bs it prolly ends with bs... It said he was adopted by a pimp.... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sassa Posted August 16 Report Share Posted August 16 Originally posted by dgmodel thats not true... he wasnt born in a fire and i didnt read the rest but if it starts off with bs it prolly ends with bs... who cares to begin with. it's not like freddy kruger is a real dude anyways Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
guest00901 Posted August 16 Author Report Share Posted August 16 Originally posted by sassa who cares to begin with. it's not like freddy kruger is a real dude anyways But it's still funnythis is the guy that used to scare the hell outta me when I was young.....and now still Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
chris817 Posted August 16 Report Share Posted August 16 Originally posted by sexxybabyd But it's still funnythis is the guy that used to scare the hell outta me when I was young.....and now still \No doubt i was so afraid going to sleep after seeing nighmare on elm street 1 and 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bigpoppanils Posted August 16 Report Share Posted August 16 Originally posted by sexxybabyd But it's still funnythis is the guy that used to scare the hell outta me when I was young.....and now still same Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
naughtybabe Posted August 16 Report Share Posted August 16 I use to be really scared of him when I was little cant say the same anymore... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
clubrat98 Posted August 16 Report Share Posted August 16 4 was the scariest, fucked me up for life Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bullseye Posted August 17 Report Share Posted August 17 a good vampire movie still scares me. the first freddy movie was good, after that it fell apart. freddy v. jason should be interesting, but the real battle movie would be predator v. alien. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
joeg Posted August 17 Report Share Posted August 17 fVj was awful... i don't even want to go into it.... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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