AUTHOR'S NOTE: This should go without saying, but I DO NOT CONDONE P3DOPHILI@. This is just a theory I had about how Freddy might have developed into a child-predator. I may or may not make a full-length book out of this premise at some point, but as it stands, it's not a project I want to devote so much time to. I only wanted to get this idea out of my head for the few others who might enjoy hearing a piece written by Wes Craven's original vision for Freddy as the worst kind of monster: a child molesting child killer.

Letting out a heavy sigh, I threw my legs off the side of the bed, "It's not you, Loretta. I'm just tired is all."

After emerging from the master bath wearing a seductive nightdress made of a deep purple satin, the woman's coy smile fell upon seeing that her attempt at arousing me had failed. I was usually so good at reacting properly in theses situations and then could get a fantasy going in my head to be able to perform as well. However, the truth was that I was tired and I didn't feel like pretending tonight. It wasn't that I was setting out to hurt my wife or anything. I just...couldn't love her like that. Try as I might, I continued to find myself incapable of seeing her sexually attractive.

"Is something on your mind, Fred?" she asked gingerly, coming to sit on bent knees on the mattress behind me and rubbing my shoulders.

I slouched, eyes darting back and forth on the carpet between my feet. I couldn't keep doing this. Not to me. Certainly not to her...but what would I do instead? It wasn't as if I could be myself. Hell, I couldn't even confide in her or anyone else for that matter. This wasn't something a person spoke about. It was a dirty little secret...one that you'd keep protected at all costs if you wanted to continue living. And as torturous as it was to live a lie, I didn't want to die. There was so much to enjoy about the world.

"It was a rough day at the plant," I didn't lie, just neglected the full truth.

"Honestly, Fred, I don't know why you left the school to work there," Loretta frowned, "It's a much nicer atmosphere and you love seeing the children. You're so good with them."

I hid my scoff by clearing my throat with the same breath. I was good with children...and I most definitely loved them... "It just seemed like the right move," I shrugged. "The pay is good."

"But we don't need the extra money," the woman protested, "Your boss is a jerk and the hours are horrible! Besides, aren't they talking about shutting that place down?"

"It was just a bad day, not a bad job!" I snapped, twisting to look at her, "Why are you so worried about it all of a sudden?"

She fell back onto her behind, hands leaving my shoulders to come to rest in my lap, grasping my palms whilst turning a soft grin, "I just thought you'd rather a job where you can work during the day and come home to your family at night," as she finished speaking, she lifted our hands and pressed mine flat against her stomach.

My eyes fell, following the motion, but not understanding at first. Slowly though, my vision lifted, resting on her tender form. My brow furrowed and my lips parted questioningly, "Loretta, are you..."

"Doctor says about six weeks now," her smile grew.

"That's...this is..." I was absolutely shocked. A baby? My child? What would I... Could I even be a good father with the way I was?

"Well, say something Fred," the woman chuckled nervously, "Cat got your tongue?"

"It's just..." I pressed harder against her abdomen. A father? Me? I shook my head, a small cry breaking through in the form of a gasp and a tear. "It's wonderful."

A beam spread across my face to match Loretta's as I looked up at her. Her own eyes welled with moisture and she threw her arms around my neck to bring us into a tight hug.

"Fred, I'm just so happy!" she exclaimed.

"Me too," I cried in a whisper, "Me too." I wasn't much. A delinquent, a pervert, a blue collar laborer...but in that moment I knew one thing, I would be a good father and I'd be a good husband...I could be good.

"I'm sorry to see you go, Fred," my supervisor at the plant stated plainly, "But to be honest, it's probably for the best."

"Oh?" I asked.

"It seems the owner has indeed decided to close the place though it will take a while longer to finish the process...a few years maybe. He plans on compiling energy efforts with a new company. Something progressive...cleaner, it's supposed to be."

"I see," I nodded before turning for the door, "Well, I appreciate your understanding."

"Oh and congratulations, Fred, on your little girl," the man called as I made my way out.

I shouted a 'thank you' back over the noise of the factory when I opened the door. In another month, Katherine Krueger was meant to be born. I had dithered about leaving my current post to get my job as the school janitor back, but in the end, both Loretta and I decided it was best. Her reasoning, of course, had nothing to do with why I'd actually left in the first place.

On the surface, returning to the Springwood Elementary was for better hours. Ones that would allow me to be home at night to spend time with and protect my girls. Switching positions, underneath this, I felt would help alleviate some of my frustration. I had thought by removing myself from children, I'd be less tempted, less turned on... However, it had only seemed to increase my agitation. I had become lost in my mind quite a lot after doing so. I also had no desire to ever hurt or touch my little girl like that so I figured that perhaps seeing other kids during the day would allow me to practice stifling my urges so I never was inappropriate with Katherine.

It hadn't been difficult to get my old job again. Apparently I was a cheery asset to the staff in addition to doing my job thoroughly especially compared to the teenager they had hired to replace me. Departing the power plant and boarding my coupe, I took a deep breath. I could do this. I could do this... I pulled out of the drive and starting into town, heading for the school. Once in the lot, I repeated the same encouragement in my head. I could do this...

I got out of the car in time to hear the recess bell ring, my attention instantly drawn to the storm of excited children rushing through the doors and to the playground. I found myself standing there, staring at the little boys and girls, running about so innocently, finding particular interest in one child who was climbing the monkey bars.

She was wearing a yellow dress with ruffles on the bottom and multi-colored flowers along the trim. With every step onto the next higher rung, her fluffy skirt kicked up, showing off her bare legs underneath. Looking up at her face, I could see her sweet smile...could hear her laughter above all the others. It was pure, just like her precious skin...flesh that looked so soft...

Violently, I shook my head, lifting a hand to slap the side of my face. Stop it. Just stop. I could do this...

"Oh Fred, she's beautiful!"

"Yes...yes she is..." I smiled, not being able to tear my gaze from the tiny bundle I held. "Hello sweet Katherine. I'm your Daddy," I whispered to the wide-eyes in my arms, "I love you."

And I did, more than anything, more than anyone- I loved my daughter...and I would do whatever it took to keep her safe...even from me.

I couldn't do this. It had been okay at first. I'd go to work and get to see the children playing at a distance. Then at home, I'd take over caring for Katherine. For the first eight months or so, it'd been difficult to have time to focus on anything else. Both Loretta and I stayed in a perpetual state of fatigue. However, as our daughter grew and we became more used to parenthood, my mind began acting up again. I'd find myself craving time alone for...relieving the ache.

After Katherine's second birthday, Loretta arranged for the two of us to finally have some alone time and every romantic moment I was with my wife, I couldn't help but to think how much I'd rather have been inside one of the beautiful girls from the playground. It went unnoticed to her, to everyone, as usual.

However, when we were reunited with our daughter after the weekend and I saw how she was getting older...could see her becoming more like those kids I saw at work every day...I knew this wasn't going to last. If I didn't take care of this craving somehow...she was going to get hurt.

"Who would do something so horrible?" Loretta quickly flipped the radio off.

I would. I would do something so horrible to protect my daughter. The evening news presented the story of a young girl of five who had gone missing recently, only to be found dead in the park. At first glance, she didn't seem to have been harmed. I had suffocated the child with a pillow. However, closer inspection revealed she'd been the victim of rape, several times over spanning the two weeks of her disappearance.

I didn't want to kill her, but I'd had no choice. My plan was to use her to relieve myself for as long as possible. Unfortunately, when I heard the police were widening their search, I panicked. If she was found, I'd be found and I couldn't let that happen. Katherine needed her father. So I'd disposed of her body in the park late at night where she'd be discovered without leading anyone to my lair.

The power plant where I used to work had ended up closing its doors many months prior, the owners not even bothering to clean up, but instead abandoning the place completely. From what I heard, several workers had even received garnished wages for their last days there with no sort of severance benefits. Good thing I had upped and left when I did after all. In the end, it made the perfect place to keep my special work hidden. The building was located on the outskirts of town, well away from any other businesses or residences, as per city ordinance. Down in the boiler room, I created a discreet cave for handling my nefarious affairs.

"Daddy? What are you looking at?" the tiny girl's huge eyes looked up at me.

"Nothing, Katherine," I shrugged, tearing my focus from the playground and giving it to her with a smile, "Now, are you ready for your first day of school?"

"Uh-huh!" she answered enthusiastically, "Will I get to see you at school too?"

"You might," I chuckled, planting a kiss onto her forehead before pulling at her hand to continue our walk inside the glass doors, "But you pay attention to your teacher and your class, alright?"

"Okay," she reluctantly agreed.

I led my daughter inside, handing her off to the kindergarten instructor and waving goodbye before I headed away to clock in for the day. Four years. It was hard to believe she was already this old. It was even harder imagining how it had been two years since I'd made the decision to act on my urges rather than suppress them. And with no negative repercussions either. Everything had gone smoothly. Obviously, I hadn't been able to solely prey on the children of Springwood. I'd had to branch out into neighboring towns since where we lived didn't have a grand population.

Initially, I thought I might feel guilty for hurting them even though remorse was far from a normal emotion for me. Probably that was due to not only how harped upon the idea of harming little ones was the utmost evil, but also the fact that if I ever loved anything truly in the world, it had been children. There was something about their purity- their newness and innocence...something I had never had myself.

That's why I went after those born to the cruel bullies that preyed on me when I was growing up. And the son shall pay for the sins of the father. Isn't that right? Ha! Needless to say, my special work had grown. Not only was I protecting my sweet Katherine, but I was acting as karma personified. These wicked souls could have only bred the same evil. The world wouldn't see it as so, but I was doing noble work- thinning the herd and protecting my innocent daughter as well as the other innocent children those little brats would have tortured.

And why shouldn't I enjoy myself? Just like making soldiers out of men who enjoy bloodshed. These people shan't be affected by the perceived vile nature of the act so it made them the best to exact it! After long nights of self-reflection, I had come to terms with myself. I finally understood that there was no reason for my continued suffering. I had dealt with enough and I had overcome my struggles, had channeled my desires into a positive outcome. A terrible and wonderful purpose, I now had.

I was justified. These other criminals and random jerk-offs who offer nothing to society were far worse than I. I didn't care if anyone else realized this because very few can handle these bitter truths like I could. They'd rather sit in their ignorance and cower behind their traditional values and not see the bigger picture. They were the evil ones, not me.

I tried. I tried their way. I tried abstaining. I tried being an empty shell of a man. And in the end, it yielded no results. I had been the one to find the way...the right way for me to exist. Just be yourself takes on a whole new meaning when you apply it to the dregs of the world, no doesn't it?

"PLEASE! I WANT TO GO HOME!" the little girl screamed, tears soaking her face and blood staining the thin nightie I had dressed her in.

"Sh sh sh, princess," I leaned down over the dirty mattress she was tied to, caressing her cheek with the blades of my favorite glove, "Freddy's going to take care of you."

Straightening my back and letting my bare hand fall to the crotch of my pants, I carefully unzipped the fabric. Now this is where the fun begins.