By the time you read this book, there is a good chance I may well be dead already. A few months ago, my best friend took his own life. He was happy, having recently earned the promotion he had been working for, and was getting ready to ask his girlfriend to move in with him. His death came as a shock to all when he was found in the bathroom with a razor in hand. Close to where he lay, there was a strange book. There was a demon painted on the front and nothing else; no author name, no book title. To this day I do not know why I picked it up and started reading, even ignoring a warning on the inside stating that, for every ten pages I read, someone would die. Thinking it nothing more than a gimmick, and with curiosity burning away, I continued to read. The book was not a gimmick and, within days, I lost everything. Now, sitting in a cabin hidden away in the woods, I think I have finally figured a way to beat the demon cursing these books. I have written this book to help you.