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Jesse’s Lost Journal — by Mark Patton

Entry 29, 1982

We waited for her to arrive; Fred was in full mode, whispering, shouting, celebrating… for himself… total control. I tried to melt in to the background while still staying present… so when the moment came that Lisa needed me I would be there.

Understand I had already given up on what was to become of me… there would be no happy conclusion to my story. I knew what was to come and understood there would be no pleasure in my Victory over Fred. Look behind us… death is everywhere, heartbroken people weeping for there children, betrayed and confused… I could not allow myself to think of the horror that would be rained down on my family… already I knew the police had invaded my house, the house of hell on Elm Street.

Then she was there, like a warrior she came to save me, I could feel her terror but she was resolved that she would not leave without me. First, the fire… easy trick for him. Then the chase… the fight, he was really just playing with her but she began to get at him, taunting and cajoling… no tears right now (MY GOD, HE LIVED FOR TEARS, lapped them up like candy)… I love You Lisa… that was not me. Him, all him.

As she began to win her battle with Fred, I knew I had to move forward in his personality for the moment had come… he looked into her eyes and began to melt away… I know this trick, he was about to leave and go into hiding… ready to arise again and murder more… I had to stop him… you have to believe me , I, I, Me, I had to control him and the only way to do that was to stay with him, keep him with me… Lisa was begging, offering herself to him… as she leaned forward to kiss him… I plunged the blades into her.

She was dead the moment I touched her…

Fred roared, raged, I think he wept over her body… not for her of course but for the loss of control of the game… he was trapped inside me, my body, the body he needed was his prison… and I sat down to wait… for the police,, but more importantly for Nancy Thompson.

Goodbye Lisa, I will see you in Heaven… you were my hero.

Jesse’s Lost Journals

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Jesse's Lost Journals
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