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Jesse’s Lost Journal — by Mark Patton

Entry 28, 1982

I want to go back to that night and explain to you more fully the experience.

After the mayhem at the pool, this sickness the killing, the mess… there really was no one that could tell a consistent story, everyone there saw it or felt it differently… But none really SAW Fred….

The police only found my fingerprints, my shoeprints… only me…

They convinced themselves that I acted alone, that I was a borderline personality and really believed that Freddy existed… mmm. They never spoke of Nancy, tried to reach her, it was as if that part of the history was wiped away… how? Why?

I want you to understand how it feels to have him take over my body as it is important for the next parts of the history. I am his entry into the real world… I am the Ying to Nancys Yang… get it…

We are the male and female aspects of him, night and day…

When he needs to move into the world I am his ride. It is all very painful, more so the harder you resist… the harder I try to shut him out the more painful it is… like a rape really… after it begins I have found it is easiest to relax and just go away… but usually I do not, I fight… I stay present because I want to know what is being done by him through me. So when he and Lisa began the last fight in the house it was very, very hard for me to stay aware… the pain and her fear was being channelled though my body so he could experience it…. I could feel his joy, lust and it disturbed me deeply… I felt the knife she stabbed him with… I felt the kick in the face, was I angry… NO. Was Fred angry… I think not, he was turned on, ready to move to the next level of the game… to prolong the pain… he is aiming for long term lifetime agony, he wants to haunt the survivors… he is very aware of every move… so as he exploded through the glass door and on to the pool… what I call his cheap trick appearances, the Freddy Show, his hammy side… it really is all about the fear and the kill…

After he killed all the boys at the pool he ran for home… the old factory, I was dazed but I knew where we were going and I knew that he wanted Lisa to follow us. It felt as if my body was on fire, the heat was coming from inside me… all this time I thought it was the house and it was really my body that brought the heat, the flame…

Here we were at the sticking point of my plan, the reason I had involved Lisa and now I am confused because nothing has gone as planned… everyone is dead…

The next question is can she save herself?

Jesse’s Lost Journals

~ Preface ~

Jesse's Lost Journals
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