Dear Diary,

October 1, 2024

Hey there! How are you?

These past few days have been so tense. You remember my mission, right? My love, it feels like I'm living in a murder mystery movie. Every person is a potential enemy. Anyone could turn on me at any moment. I have to be so careful.

Lately, I've noticed my teachers have been interrogating me a lot. I mean, I just asked for a bathroom break, and that silly humanities teacher started grilling me like we were in a courtroom.

"Where are you going?"

"A bathroom break."

"In the middle of class?"

"Are you trying to skip my class?"

Blah, blah, blah. Such a blabbermouth. Huh.

Yesterday, during the morning assembly, I was supposed to give the morning thought, but they pulled me down at the last minute with no explanation at all. Seriously?!

Did they start suspecting? Did they see me that night? But that's not possible—I know I didn't leave any clues. So many questions, and not enough answers. But do they really matter? For now, no.

Whatever. We should focus on the investigation, right?

Okay, so for the past few days, I've been trying to get into the library, but luck hasn't been on my side. I almost got caught by Father—you know, the same guy who dragged her to be burned alive. Such pathetic Soul.

May god boil him in hot oil in Hell.

To save myself, I had to play my innocent card—a lost soul whose life was turned upside down after her mother left.

I don't regret using my mother's death to save myself from situations like that. Even if I regret, it makes me feel a surge of anger, gripping my throat, making me want to scream at the people who killed her.

So, no, I couldn't get my hands on the book I was looking for. But... I did have a word with our History Teacher, who happens to know more about this place than any of the elders in town. I "interrogated" her without her realizing it. Yes, I had to be discreet.

While talking to her, I learned about a cult that existed back in the 1600s. People used to worship these witches, and during that time, the number of suicides dropped to zero. As I told you earlier, our town is cursed by witches. Every 100 years or so, people start killing themselves out of nowhere.

It started again 5 years ago, with only 10 cases reported so far. But a hundred years ago, the number was close to 50—a really big number. You see where I'm going with this, right?

When I dug deeper—cross-examining her—I asked why there were no killings during that era. She simply said that the people in the 1600s, the inhabitants of this town, started worshipping the witches through that cult. The witches were pleased and protected them, so the suicides came to a halt.

But when Colonel Reepe from Britain invaded our town, he disregarded the cult and killed all its followers. And you know what happened next—the curse continued, but this time it was brutal. Oh gosh!! Can you imagine such a massacre? He and his army literally burned people alive because the cult threatened their belief system.

Honestly, I think this town deserves the curse. How could they stop believing in a cult which was saving them, and let the massacre happen, and still have the curse hanging over them? I think the Father is a follower of Colonel Reepe's beliefs. After those morphed photos, he must have assumed that Sister was a devil and will corrupt the girls of our school – huh! They are already corrupted Father.

You know what Diary, my blood is boiling just thinking about it.

I know her words alone can't prove anything. They could just be stories, and no one in this town really believes in the curse. They're superstitious, sure, but a thousand-year-old curse? No, they don't buy it.

How can I make them see the truth? Oh, I've got an idea...

For now Good Night!

Love

Mai <3