Another Day, another weird psychopath murder. I know I technically have no right to talk but I mean I just kill people, I don't go above and beyond to turn them into Wax Figures. Pennywise was beyond serious. Hes been by my side for days on end, he protects my little girl from danger but for the most part, he never leaves me unless its to feed or infact make sure my daughters okay.

So when i told the slashers about a case that had been opened to the public involving someone turinv people into wax figures, they wanted to make sure me and Alicia stayed safe. Which i assured them we would be.

Bodies had just started popping up a few days ago, and people were scared shitless. They wondered why all the slashers were in this town, killing our people- and truth is I think it's because we're attracted to it. A little north of our town is Camp Crystal lake, which is known as the killer Jason Voorhees turf.

I had god knows how many killers living in my own home, amongst myself. But there was something about this case that was chilling. I sigh as I walk across the street to the police station, Penny was here but I couldn't see him only sense him. I felt eyes on me by multiple people but shake it off as nothing.

Upon entering the police station, I was escorted by one to the morgue, where o would infact see the bodies and talk to the Medical Examiner who would explain to me what happened as I take notes, though cameras weren't allowed in this part.

I was told some personal information about the victims, like the fact their all not from this town and were visiting. They were all friends, on vacation wanting to scope out their college option before choosing the official college, or that's what they told their parents.

I was given the information of the parents so I could call later and get more information if I needed. I knew most of the police force, and I helped out a lot around here so they trust me.

All the victims were killed in different and unique ways while they were all coated in hot, liquid wax that soon solidified and created a solid shell around the victims. It was hard to tell much, as the Examiner said but he did in fact mention the fact that they were all terrified before they died.

That's when I decided I would start writing, I walked back over to where I parked my car, which happened to be at a coffee shop. I set my labtop down and started working, the coffee that I ordered soon reached my table but I didn't pay much attention to it as I continued working. I soon felt a glare on me, it seemed very close. I not much later hear someone clear their throat.

I look up from my work and see two boys, they looked as if they haven't taken a shower in days though I did not find it in my heart not to judge them.

"Can I help you?" My voice questions confused, one of their eye brows perk up.

"Are you writing about the new wax murders?" One asks, making me think for a second. It wouldn't be much of a stretch that they knew I mean I'm sure some media outlet had posted something on the matter.

"Yeah, I am." I mumble, ad I turn my attention back to my computer as I finish typing that paragraph.

"So that would make you that writer that writes about all the serial killers huh?" The others voice came out strong, "Alexandria?" He asked

"Alessia." I correct, "My names Alessia." Technically I'm lying but I'm not, my middle name was Alessia, my first being Ruby, but I changed it when I moved just like my last name.

"Right that was it, anyway I'm Bo, this is my brother Lester Sinclair, we see your busy so we'll take out leave." He chuckles, something about his laugh seemed dark. It make the hits on the back of my neck stand up and suddenly I felt as if I was in the presence of another Slasher. They walked away and exited the shop, but I noticed him stop at the register table slam a ten on it before mumbling something before leaving.

That's when I remembered "yeah your the first writer or news outlet to even know about this situation." The captain had said that this morning, and if they knew about it.... Are they somehow involved???

I sigh before deciding to think more about it later, I type up my last few words for tonight before going to the register ready to pay.

"Oh ma'am those men payed for your drink, your free to go." The cashier spoke calmly, which made my nerves uproar again. Fuck.

"Oh- thank you." I speak to the nice lady behind the counter before taking my leave honestly just wanting to get home.

I open my door before throwing- well placing my labtop down and throwing my bag inside the car. I shut the door and lock them because of how nervous I was feeling. I then felt a tilt in the car, I look over in the passenger seat to see Pennywise which made me let out a breathe of relief.

"Penny. What do you know about the Sinclair brothers?" My voice asks shakily as I start the car.

"You May wanna put your seat belt on, because this is going to be one hell of a ride, dolly." His clown-y voice gone, and replaced with a dark one, making shivers run down my spine and him to let out a small chuckle at my reaction but his voice didn't get any less deep. I put my seatbelt on in a panic before I calmed down a bit knowing I'd be safe with Penny.

Or so I hoped....