Freddy's House

My mother, Amanda Krueger, worked at an institution for the criminally insane. One day she was accidentally locked inside the building and the guards went home. When they found her, she had endured a series of horrific attacks by the inmates and was pregnant. Nine months later I was born; they named me Freddy. I was adopted by an alcoholic named Mr. Underwood. He was always drunk and took great pleasure in beating me with a belt. At school I was mercilessly mocked and I began to play at being a killer, killing hamsters. One day, unable to bear my foster father’s abuse, I killed him. I grew up and married a woman named Loretta, who gave birth to a daughter, Catherine. The thirst for blood would not leave me, and I started killing children. I built a secret room in our country house. There I kept mementos of my hobby. When my wife discovered it, I had no choice but to kill her. It happened in front of my little daughter. Soon after that I was arrested, and Catherine was given to a foster family. Due to a judicial mistake I was released, despite the obvious guilt, but the parents of the children I had killed could not accept it. They gathered into a mob, lured me into a trap, doused me with gasoline and set me on fire. They had no idea that, while I burned alive, demons were moving into me.