Jennifer Fischetto hears voices.

They tell her to wait in the dark for her next unsuspecting victim.

They tell her to kill.

She writes down every whisper, every threat promise to frighten.

“Write what you know” is easy when you’ve spent your life plotting murder and revenge on annoying classmates and nosy neighbors.

When not burying evidence in her yard, cooking another batch of poisonous brownies, or dealing with ghosts and other supernatural baddies, she sits in the corner of her creaky, damp basement, writing fun, humorous mysteries for teens and adults--to cover her tracks, so no one notifies the FBI or calls for a straitjacket.

Seen as a nice girl, her friends and family assume her books are filled with multiracial romance and journeys of strong, smart, sassy women and girls of all shapes and sizes.

Not dead bodies.