[ WP ] Peter Pan is a serial killer who uses pixie dust to cause little children to jump off windows in the hopes of being able to fly .

`` Another child found dead in his bed last night, autopsy report shows signs of PCP overdose'' the anchor for the 10 O'clock news proclaims as a worrisome gaze glosses over his eyes. 
 `` Timmy, you all ready for bed'' Randa calls out pulling an earbud from one ear 
 `` yeah, will you read me a bed time story'' asks little Timmy just as cute as he can. 
 `` of course'' says the sixteen-year-old clueless babysitter as she gets up, finally setting down her phone. After reading Tim a book about a fairy taking children to a land where they wo n't ever grow old he's out like a mommy after a few glasses of wine. 
 A loud pounding pulls Randa from her phone, looking through the door she spy's Timmy's mother wobbling, her make-up is disheveled, a mere ghost of the beauty that left here just a few hours prior. Opening the door emits a stench similar to that of a bar floor, or that's what Randa would think had she been of age. 
 `` How'd every -hic- thing go'' asks Kelly as she stumbles to the couch Randa had just been nodding off on. 
 `` oh you know, he's been a sweaty as always. I read him 12 pages of Peter Pan and he passed right out'' Randa gleamed. 
 `` Well thank y-hic- you hon. take $ 50 from my purse and lock -hic- the door on your way out'' 
 `` thanks Mrs' S'' spouts Randa before quickly making her leave. The walk home is chilly and she leaves without grabbing her coat, forgetting to lock the door. 
 Kelly wakes up at 11:22A.M, a pounding head she goes straight for a glass of water muttering about how she'll never drink again though she will tonight. Looking at the clock she decides to check on her son, opening the door she feels her heart drop through the floor, his bed is empty, the room seams to have had a storm pass through. Making her way carefully over the toys and broken T.V she finds the window's still locked, how can this be? She had gotten back and passed out.. 
 `` The front'' she exclaims frantically running to the door, it's ajar, pushing passed she sees the window in the stairwell gaping, a harsh breeze pushing into the complex. `` oh no'' she mumbles as she cautiously makes her way to the window, taking a deep breath before forcing her head out the window. 
 There's four cop cars, an ambulance, a blood stain wider than she'd ever seen before, and a black bag being hauled into the ambulance by two men.
