Some people wear their hearts on their sleeves. Maddie learned not to... She's the quiet girl with a gentle smile, the one who listens more than she speaks. She's loyal, thoughtful, and easy to love. But beneath her calm exterior lives a heart built from lessons no one should have to learn. Every betrayal has become another lock. Every secret, another wall. This diary isn't just a collection of memories. It's a record of broken trust, whispered secrets, strange encounters, and the whispers in the darkness that began calling Maddie's name when no one else could hear it. Based on real life events of L Mystic Saga the line between truth and nightmare slowly disappears. Every entry uncovers another piece of a mystery that refuses to stay buried, and every answer only leads to more questions. If you're looking for a some type of hero, you can close this diary now it is not for you..... But if you're willing to walk beside a girl who loves deeply, forgives caref...
Yasmine knew that the old brass key that was hidden in the flowerpot was not meant for her, but being a young, curious mind can lead you into places that your sound mind wouldn't dare let you walk into. Yasmine put the key into the door, and as she turned it, it made a soft clicking sound as she let herself in. When Yasmine walked into the ballroom , the dust curled through the air like a ghost of past music. Yasmine stepped onto the old ballroom floor, which creaked softly under her feet, and in the center of the room sat a violin that had aged centuries. A cold wind pressed against her back, and then soft music started to play as the shadows formed into shapes of dancers. They moved in rhythm, faceless and somewhat graceful in a creepy way. "Dance with us," a soft voice uttered. The voice was like silk. The music played softly in the background as Yasmine's feet started to move without a thought, pulling her into the waltz . She was spinning with her...