"Hello. I'm Harold Fosteera; I sometimes live in a cozy suburb town, Lakewood, Southern California.... but, i'm usually on the move with my too-busy parents. Now, I'm staying with my Grandmother in Nowhere, Northern California (don't ask about the name; you also won't find it on a map.)
"Whatever you're parents said about magic is a lie. Magic is real; and that's not me just wanting to believe. My Gran almost ran over a Phoenix yesterday. And there was the time I fell into a huge dip in the forest-floor, which turned out to be a giant footprint. I could go on about all the weird things that happen to me... but one of my recent finding is more proof than any of those. A book, full of weird creatures and objects. But the thing is, I can only look at the pictures. The words are all encrypted in a secret code or language.
(*loud complaining*) "Charlie Bennikens, my best friend, thinks i'm crazy. Oh, he believes me; he just doesn't trust this wonderful book, no he doesn't trust you, does he? What? Oh, shut up Charlie! My other friend, Anna Wenly, is giving me weird looks. C'mon, guys, let me continue.
"The thing is, I think something happened to the author; of the few sentences I've decoded, he seems to have gone crazy... but why? Had he become increasingly paranoid because of the secrets he's hidden? Or was someone watching him? I hope i'll find out more. Till next time, Harold the Decoder, out.
"Harold the decoder?"
"Awwwwww...."
"GUYYSSSSS!!!!! Wait, is the recorder still running, Charlie?"
"Nooooooo......"