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 started to hear the voices frequently. I figured the death of my mother triggered them. Ms. Jolly and Mr. Know-it-all wanted revenge. Revenge from whom, how, and when, I didn't know. 


The only thing that I knew and wanted was revenge. Revenge for her death. 


So I started thinking about it. Who was responsible for her death? The answer was simple. My dad. 


He was responsible for it. If he hadn't left her, she would not have killed herself and maybe I would not have been the weirdo who talked to herself. I had to kill him. And I'm sure you wouldve understood it too if you were in my shoes." 


Err, yeah I highly doubt that but let's move on. 


"So I decided to go with the killing-him plan. Actually, you know what? Since I'm writing to you all about my murders and how I killed them, I think I should make you experience what I did by making you investigate them so in a way you'd understand why and how I did what I had to do." 


Getting Ready.