The Library
I heard a story from the old man that lived above the library. He said it was a secret because I was the only one that showed an interest to...stories. Expectably the ones that make your skin prick.
He told me a story about this little girl, he said I looked like her. He said it was a good chance that I was somehow related. I just nodded at this, I wanted him to just tell his story.
The old man spun how a young lady went into his library and constantly read. And read. And read. And read.
The old coot said "and read" for I don't know how long. He finally moved on.
He told me that this girl just left for one night and came back the next day and even spent the night most of the time. Everyone was scared of her, because if you were going to get out with a book she hasn't read she would fight you for it.
One night, a small child knocked over a shelf of thick dictionaries and it crushed her.
He smiled at my shocked expression and invited me to go see one night. I agreed. That night I sat in the place he said she died and he handed me a frail book that he said was what she was reading. Then he went upstairs.
I flipped open the thick book and...the words. Just said,
And read,
And read,
And read.
I threw the book and picked up another...
And read.
And read.
I tried another to find the same thing. All in that isle the books the SAME THiNG.
I sat back in the spot confused.
I heard a distance child's laugh over the book shelves. Echoing. Then the towering case..
Slowly.
Tilted.
Over.
He told me a story about this little girl, he said I looked like her. He said it was a good chance that I was somehow related. I just nodded at this, I wanted him to just tell his story.
The old man spun how a young lady went into his library and constantly read. And read. And read. And read.
The old coot said "and read" for I don't know how long. He finally moved on.
He told me that this girl just left for one night and came back the next day and even spent the night most of the time. Everyone was scared of her, because if you were going to get out with a book she hasn't read she would fight you for it.
One night, a small child knocked over a shelf of thick dictionaries and it crushed her.
He smiled at my shocked expression and invited me to go see one night. I agreed. That night I sat in the place he said she died and he handed me a frail book that he said was what she was reading. Then he went upstairs.
I flipped open the thick book and...the words. Just said,
And read,
And read,
And read.
I threw the book and picked up another...
And read.
And read.
I tried another to find the same thing. All in that isle the books the SAME THiNG.
I sat back in the spot confused.
I heard a distance child's laugh over the book shelves. Echoing. Then the towering case..
Slowly.
Tilted.
Over.