My children... from the very beginning, it was the children who gave me my power. The Springwood Slasher, that's what they called me. My reign of terror was legendary. Dozens of children would fall by my blades. Then the parents of Springwood came for me, taking justice into their own hands. When I was alive, I might have been a little naughty, but after they killed me, I became something much, much worse. The stuff nightmares are made of. The children still feared me, and their fear gave me the power to invade their dreams, and that's when the fun REALLY began. Until they figured out a way to forget about me. To erase me completely. Being dead wasn't a problem, but being forgotten, now that's a BITCH. No-one will forget. Help them remember! Make them remember! Pure Evil Never Really Dies.

I ......... AM .......... ETERNAL!

Basically this is a group for all the true fans of the Nightmare On Elm Street series, and the man himself (AKA...Freddy Krueger), to get together and bullshit about whatever the fuck our demented minds come up with.


P.S. I am sure everyone here has enough fucking brains to already know this but just in case some dumb-shit wanders in here......Nobody cares about threats over the internet. Don't try to act hardcore with the keyboard. Fighting online is like racing in the special olympics; even if you win, you're still retarded.





"One, two, Freddy's coming for you.
Three, four, better lock your door.
Five, six, grab your crucifix.
Seven, eight, gonna stay up late.
Nine, ten, never sleep again. "