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.

"Stop the babbling. I know you were not good at Biology. Get out." 


I pouted at her, and turned around when it hit me, she had said to 'get out', did that mean I was allowed to go? And no, I was not going to ask her again in case she got angry again. 


I made my way to my room. I was relieved that mom had agreed. Skidding to my closet, I hummed a song while twirling round and round, grinning. 


I wrenched the closet open, selected a light green sundress with light pink shoes - those were my favorite - and no, they would not look hideous on me. Light green and light pink actually brought out the pink in my cheeks even more and made me seem more beautiful. Not as if I wasn't even that in the beginning but still, a girl wants to look prettier. 


I whirled around and then turned back again to pick up my Shrek bag from the closet - which was not my favorite thing. 


What Happened At The Museum?