Never try to eat a raw potato, it could give you a tummy ache. Trust me I would know. 

Never try to poke yourself in the eye with a pen and if you ever do, do not do it for free. I get that this advice might seem highly specific but trust me, you do not wanna end up like my cousin.

Never talk to or accept candies from a stranger and never ever ever everrr try to accept a stranger's invitation to play detective, even when the said stranger has reassured you again and again that they will kill you, your parents and even your extended family, and will also quite possibly dig out your ancestors from their graves and would even go to the lengths of pissing on your grave just for the hell of it.

Because I did. And let me tell you, it did not go well.

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Fiona Lily Richard is an awkward and a timid girl, who is also a little bit weird but hey, who isn't? She has a normal day to day life with little to no trouble yet, that is. 

Moving to New Orleans, she only had the college acceptance letter in her mind. So what happens when she finds a strange note, an even stranger key and the strangest diary, opening a new world of secrets for her? And what happens when she decides to 'investigate' whether what written in the diary is true or not? 

With a serial killer named 'The Enchantress' on the loose and murders to get justice for, she has to find and stop the Enchantress. But can she?

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"People tend to love villains when they know their story and hate them when they don't know their story. It's human nature. We love someone we think we've known our whole lives because we believe we know what they have been through. It connects us to them."

The Enchantress' Diary.

"I am once again asking for food.", I poked my head inside the kitchen. 


"I am once again asking for food. And to be un-grounded.", I persuaded. 


Mama sighed, turned around, with a newspaper in her hands and mumbled, "Talking in the meme language won't help." 


"But I am speaking the language of Gods.", I smiled innocently. 


"Tell that to your dad", she waved dismissively, apparently too engrossed in reading. 


"Now, now, Dave what's the hurry?", Dad's voice came from outside. And he stepped in the kitchen seconds later, with his hand wrapped around Uncle Dave's neck, and Uncle Dave's was doing the same thing. 


Uncle Dave's hand, not neck. Although it would be weird if he could twist his neck around someone else's neck. Oooh. I had to check that on tiktok if someone could do that. That would be trippy as f - 


"Ah, my little gummybear, there you are", I let out a groan at Uncle Dave's endearment. 


Is E A Murderer?