If a month ago someone told her that she will be out here running for her life and will be on a race to find a witch, that someone would have received a pat on his back for trying to make her laugh. But that someone would have received her gratitude for atleast giving her an idea of what's to come. Vanessa's life had been relatively easy for the last twenty six years. Her family was doing well, she had a lot of friends, and lately the person she likes seemed to show more interest in her. She thinks they could even fall inlove. But that person turned out to be a psycho when he went on a rampage and almost killed her, just before she accidentally drove a knife to his chest.