"The Fred Kreuger Case Files" (Part One)

"The Fred Kreuger Case File" by Nancy Thompson
Blog Post Collection from July 11th to 25th

Where do I begin this? Well, my name is Nancy Thompson, I am currently 16 years old. Me and my friends: Tina, Rod, and my boyfriend, Glen have been experiencing shared reoccurring nightmares. Call us crazy, say we should be locked up but what I'm saying is truth.
We all see the same man, he had burns all over, he wears a dirty red and green sweater, brown pants, a brown fedora. This man takes us places in our dreams that seem familiar. Maybe he's trying to show us something. Maybe, he's an innocent spirit trying to get us see something.

Update; we have all had progressive experiences with this person. But not in a good way, he seems to be hostile. I know I for one am starting to dread when I go to sleep. I've starting stealing some of my fathers temazepam, I mean he's been moved out for the last 8 years. I don't think he'll be missing it anytime soon. Our encounters with the fedora man are getting more and more aggressive and yet, I feel there's more to the story. Who is the Fedora Man? Why is he coming to us in our dreams? I need to find our more.

Update; The Fedora Man is definitely hostile. He killed Tina in her sleep, splattered her blood all over her mom's room. The police are looking for Rod. I went to my father as he's the Chief of Police and hoping he would listen to reason. I know that he didn't kill Tina, he loved her. But, my father is as stubborn as ever and apparently I'm "just a kid" and don't know what I'm talking about. UGH. No one listens to me. But yet all this endless pleading for a listening ear other than Glens is pointless...my best friend is still dead.

Okay here's what's going on...I am terrified to sleep now. Rod was killed in his cell. Alone. They labelled it A SUICIDE! WHAT?! no one can hang themselves from the outside of the jail! ... It's been 3 days without sleep, my mother has been on a binder with her friend, Vodka and her other friend, Tequila. Even though I begged and begged, she forced me to go to a sleep study. I fought it but I gave in. I fell asleep. BUT. It was worth it. I have something now. I have evidence. A hat. (Photo included) His brown fedora. I showed it to my mother and she confiscated it. I get the feeling she's hiding something. She knows more than she's letting on.

Update; I broke into my mother's desk drawer and grabbed the hat. The label inside has a name 'Fred Kreuger'. Who is this man? Why does the name send a chill down my spine? I'm going to the police station to interrogate my dad.
I just left the station and with a lot of information but not from my dad from another office. Freddy Kreuger was a caretaker at the Badham Preschool that apparently I went to. I don't remember my pre-school days but apparently; Rod, Tina, and Glen were there too. Freddy was our hero. Apparently I was his favorite student. I feel like he was about to tell me more, but then my dad came in and interrupted. Now I have a name and a place, time to do some research of my own.

[End of Blog on July 25th]