Ever since Penny explain who the Sinclair brothers were. I've felt different, paranoid, alert even. I have no idea why but I check my surroundings at least twice every twenty minutes. The feelings of eyes on me never stopping. I talked to the other slashers about it, Hannibal dove right into research on the boys.

Hannibal soon figured out there was a third brother, one that only had a few records in therapy. Yeah he had a therapist- but we can't talk to him because he died under 'unknown' circumstances. Sure- no doubt I have a feeling I know exactly how those circumstances happened.

The third brother or known as V. Sinclair in the files, explained a shy, timid boy who cared about his family. But over time the therapist explain in the documents that he changed slight and evermore every time he came for another session, and the later dates his parents claimed that he no longer wanted to go willingly and they had to force him.

The therapist noticed a change in his clothes, looks, mental features. Almost as if he was a passenger in his own body. He soon stopped talking in all, but on some accessions it seemed as if he was fighting back for control in his own mind.

The therapist claimed that it seemed that someone was trying to get into his mind and ended up being successful. He soon gave up on his long fight, but the therapist concluded that it had to be someone he knew and was close too or looked up to.

So if the Therapists theory was correct someone very close to V. was constantly trying to control him and was succeeding over a small amount of time. Poor Kid.

We didn't get much information on the person, and we don't even know his first name as it was redacted and not documented anywhere else.

We don't even know his age, how old was he when he was in therapy. I mean it seemed as he was pretty young, well for the mere fact of some words in the document, and Hannibal suggested it first.

It doesn't help us figure out who he is, where he could be now, if he's dead or not. It really doesn't help, if anything it makes things much more complicated.

I called a meeting with the slashers and I explained everything earlier. Michel was quick to leave, Freddy mumble something about Blood, or camp or lake, and everyone else agreed to keep and eye and and ear out for me.

Hannibal went back to his room to do more research. He spoke a sweet goodbye, using one of his nicknames on me before he descended the stairs. God what his nicknames do to me.

I felt an odd attraction to each and everyone of those slashers, I should've realized the attraction I felt towards the two grime covered men, but I was so worried and busy I didn't even really realize it until later when I really though about it.

I could only wonder what would happen next, I mean I should be focusing on my daughter who birthday is coming up in about a month, but my mind had been so clouded I didn't even realize we made it in the month of October, or even September it was clear my birthday was passed and I didn't even realize it.

How did I forget my birthday, my daughter loved smashing cake in my face. She's been asking me lately "mama when's your birthday." And it kills me inside to tell her I accidentally missed it. I knew it would hurt her inside and I hated making my daughter feel that way.

So I have to figure everything out, I need to get my shit together. I need to work on myself soon before I loose myself and become like any of the other slashers.

The slashers actually help me a lot in life, my life would be much more boring and complex without them. I'm helping them by creating a truce between the slashers helping them work in harmony. In my house I don't allow fighting, and any to all fighting would have to be taken outside and I would reprimand them when their finally done.

They are my family, but I don't see them in the way of family. I couldn't imagine my life without them. They changed my life for the better, they make me wanna be better everyday and I would do anything for them even if it means turing myself in for them. If anything ever happened to me I know that they'd take care of my girl and that's all I really care about.

They have my back, which is the exact reason I have theirs. So I will keep my truths, promises, and word for them. They are my life, they are my world and I wouldn't change it even if I could.

They are another reason after my girl, that I want to live my best life. Weird I feel that way about slashers, the beings that kill others for either personal or psychological pleasures.

I cant help it, maybe I'm crazy myself but do I care. Not really, I can't bring myself to care. I know most people they kill, they have a reason for killing them. Since two months ago when I first met Michel I have been living an crazy- by amazing life.

I don't know if it's wrong I feel this way, but I honestly can't fathom being normal. It seems even if I try to be normal it doesn't help. I guess you could call me a geek, or horror nerd for writing about them, knowing them, and killing for my own pleasures to help me feel a closure I didn't actually get.

I will never change, or at least I hope I don't, and I only have a few people to thank for changing my life for good, forever

The Slashers.