CHAPTER 1

*A man of words and not of deeds, is like a garden full of weeds. And when the weeds begin to crawl, it's like a bird upon the wall. And when the bird away does fly, it's like a lion at the door. And when the door begins to crack......... it's like a stick across your back. And when your back begins to smart, it's like a knife inside your heart. And when your heart begins to bleed, you're dead and dead and dead indeed*

"What the hell is this book talking about? " Tiffany frightened threw the diary away. Suddenly she heard a voice that echoed all around her.

"You're dead and dead and dead indeed" the voice repeated and she shivers as she looks around her but saw no one.....