I don't encounter anyone on my way home but then I see that short cut again... Maybe I should- Nope, forget it. I quickly walk past the alley way without another thought.

I finally arrive home. I sigh in relief to see the front door. I open the door and rush inside. Seeing my little brother sitting at the table again reading a book I give him a big hug. "Hey little bro!" I say ruffling his hair. "What are you doin'?" I look down at the book he's reading. "Reading." I roll my eyes at his ridiculously short short answer. "It's a book about the Myers." My head perks up at the name. "Where'd you get it?" Ian stands up and waves me over to a corner of the dinning room. "The shelf that was there" he points to the wall where two nails are. "fell and broke open the floor. There's a secret space that had some books about some killers and a few other things too." He casually walks back to his seat and goes back to reading. I kneel down and move a piece of broken wood oit of the way. In the hole is some books, VHS tapes and a sort of raggedy Ann type doll. I take them all out of the hole and bring them all up to my room.

I scatter them all out onto my bed. A journal that belonged to Dr. Hannibal Lector, a VHS tape labeled 'Smith Grove camera footage', some sketches of designs for masks, a scrapbook with no title whatsoever, another scrapbook with the words 'Charles Lee Ray', 'Jason Voorhees' and 'Micheal Myers' pressed onto the cover in cursive. I deside to open the first scrapbook.

I flip through the pages not seeing anything wrong. It's filled to the edges with pictures of little kids, more girls then boys. I flip to the next page and see a not burnt Freddy playing with the kids. My hands shake as I look each image. Suddenly the book turns to a pile of ash in my quivering hands then disappears completely. I close my eyes and shakily breath out.

I pick up the other scrapbook and open it. It's wider and has more pages then the last one. There are news paper clipings with Micheal, Chucky and this guy wearing a hockey mask named Jason. It has two clippings both talking about the deaths of two of them. Chucky was shot to death in a toy store and Jason drowned at Camp Crystal Lake as a child. There's also news paper clipings about Michael that confirms what Adam said earlier. There isn't much about Jason in here. Some are blacked out with marker and others just straight up missing. Literally, there are just pages with just the outline left behind. I close it and pick up the next book.

It's Dr. Hannibal's journal but it looks really long so I'll save that for later. I pick up some drawings and look at them in curiosity. The designs are very simple yet unique. None of them are colored in so it's hard to decipher what each one is supposed to be. I pull my binder out of my backpack and put the drawings inside. I stand up and pull Freddy's letters out from behind my mirror and put them in my binder too.

I flop down into my bed, close my eyes and let out a sigh. I pull Chucky's knife out of my pocket and look at the handle. The blade is sliver with red and the handle is black with a skull and leaf. I put it away in my bag. 'Jeez, I feel like I haven't had a shower in forever.' I think walking over to my closet. For some reason there's a red and green striped sweater that says 'Freddy's' on the back in sparkly pink cursive. I shove it to the back of the closet making a mental note to burn it later. I grab a (F/C) shirt and a (2ndF/C) shorts/pants/skirt. 'Perfect.' I look over at my bag for a moment questioning if I should bring my knife and sheath. I deside not to so I walk into the bathroom.

I set my clothes next to the sink. I look into my reflection's eyes but can't see any emotions. 'At least my face won't give away how I feel emotionally so my family won't know.' I start to undress but I felt like I was being watched. I look around. No one, no windows to watch me from either... I continue to undress then turn the water on and hop in. The water was cold at first but then warmed up.

'That was a nice calm shower' I think laying on my bed. 'with no stalkers interrupting. Ah. Just like the good old days.' Suddenly there's a knock on the door. "Who is it?" "Ian. Mom says dinner is done." "Okay, I'll be down in a few." Then there's footsteps leaving my door. I sit up and stretch. *Yawn* I stand up and sleepily walk downstairs.

On my way down the stairs my nose catches the smell of something. IT'S (F/F)! YAAAAASSSSSSS!!! I run into the dinning room and see that it really is. I quickly hug my mom and start eating happily.

I put my dish in the sink and walk upstairs just as tired as when I was going down. I flop onto my bed and fall asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.