Moth to a Flame

I was almost killed by a delusional murderer five months ago. Since then, the recurring nightmares, creepy hallucinations, and overpowering fear are gone. That's good, right? I mean, no one in their right minds wants to feel like that. I am starting to wonder if I'm in my right mind anymore . . . When a lady in my neighborhood died, I couldn't help but stick my nose in, to see what happened. I should just get on with things--I've got some new friends, and a cool boy named Chris has taken an interest in me. Everyone is telling me to just leave this weird murder alone. But I can't stop myself. The more I find out about her death, the more twisted everything is. I think there's a predator in Narrowdale. And now it's hunting me . . . What have I gotten myself into?