My great grandmother once told me about a child rapist / murderer caught near where she lived in northern michigan in the early part of the last century. She made a cryptic comment about some of the local fathers taking him on a tour of the steel mill in the middle of the night and he never came back to town.
The towns folks caught him and set him on fire.
He came back in the dreams of their children"....One two Freddys comin for you..three four better shut your door...five six grab a crucifix...seven eight gonna stay up late...nine ten never sleep again.."