As I watched the orientation I visibly shivered having gone through that two years ago after my father Fredrick Krueger had admitted me to the place or at least gave me a good reference. My arm still stung occasionally thankfully in the realm of dreams I could ignore the pain or even forget it. Then again i was used to this place already and with the others they generally accept me. Then again my eyes were set on another they had been since I had seen her, they whispered she was 'the Jack the Ripper' the actual one, how such a unholy and exquisite specimen could have accepted whores was baffling to me. Mayhaps it was my Mum blood but I craved her, each step she made in the halls a enchantment that sent my heart into frenzy, sometimes even my dreams I lost control and found her in them.<br/><br/>It was not even forbidden the love I felt for her, but still I felt shy, especially since in many ways people feared me or feared my father as he had abused children in horrific ways, to very honest my existent hinge entirely on the fact that Nancy had been alive. After all my father was more a spectre who had become a legend, so words of his actions or stories spoken of him, empowered... I was held in a class that felt little restricting, yet i could only watch and be transfixed as she moved through the halls, even my sadistic games were effected because when she passed I forgot everything, even my name. I trembled and lusted as well at the chance she would even speak to me, it had been two years, but everytime it came close, I fled rather than face the danger. How my heart acted for her and compelled me to reveal myself to her declare these passions... I could not... I instead tried to just not be near her, but even that came with unreserved agony, torture, pure torture...