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How many of you called the 1-900-909-FRED phone number without parental permission and got your butt 'whooped for doing so?
I did, but I lived to tell about it. Well kinda!
Before the internet and before texting there were 1-900 numbers, and even Freddy Krueger had his own of course. Freddy told you a variety of "Deadtime Stories" but the problem is I was too young to remember them so I need you to refresh my memory... Please E-mail us with your favorite 1-900-909-FRED stories. Let us know what scary stories Freddy told you as a child (or adult) when you called, how much trouble you got in for calling it and so on... We're dying to hear your tales so please share them with us.
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Ahh yes, the days of 900 numbers. I recall these ads running during episodes of Freddy's Nightmares and morbid curiousity got the best of me one night. This one fat kid at my school told me he had called and heard an awesome story of Freddy and Jason teaming up to stalk victims together. Freddy and Jason together? No way! Turns out he just a lying bastard but that isn't the point of this story here.
Ok, so I knew my mother would'nt allow me to call even if I asked, she did'nt approve of a 7 year old kid watching this sort of stuff. So I hatched a plan. I waited till she went into her room to smoke a joint like she always would after dinner. Allright...coast was clear. 1-900 909 FRED was dialed. The phone rang and I was shaken to hear Freddy's voice on the other end of the line. Well, actually some guy doing his best attempt at Freddy's voice.
I don't particularly remember any of the stories. I just recall that he was talking very slowly, milking every minute of precious time to keep me on the line as long as possible. Fast forward a few weeks, the phone bill arrives. I was out in the garage with my brother playing with those old school Hot Wheels racing car tracks. The orange ones with the red tabs you used to stick em together. My mom storms in yelling her head off. "WHO THE FUCK CALLED A 900 NUMBER?!?!?".
Her immiedate suspicion was that my older brother had done so, but he denied and snitched me out at the drop of a hat. So without hesitation my mom snatches up a lengthy rail of racing car track and proceeds to whup the living crap out of me right in front of my brother. That jerk left me hanging! So much for brotherly love.
Turns out I had racked up a 20 dollar charge on the phone bill, and she was pissed as all hell. I was grounded for 2 weeks. I was'nt allowed to play Nintendo, I was'nt allowed to play with my GI Joe's, and I was'nt allowed to watch my favorite programs. She REALLY did'nt want me watching this kinda stuff. Good memory, glad I got to dig this one back up.
Thank you Freddy Krueger, I was happy to add yet one more tale of child abuse to your legendary reputation.