One, two, Freddy's comin' for you.
Three, four, better lock your door.
Five, six, grab your crucifix.
Seven, eight, gotta stay up late.
Nine, ten, never sleep again . . .
Nice guy, Freddy Krueger. Conceived in a madhouse one weekend when the inmates took their grotesque pleasures with a trapped staff member, this "bastard son of a hundred maniacs" worked as a school janitor in Springwood, U.S.A., where his hobby was kidnaping and murdering teenagers. Tried for these crimes, he was freed on a technicality: "Oh, the lawyers got fat and the judge got famous, but somebody forgot to sign...
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