Mr. Linden’s Library
“He warned her about the book, now it was too late”
“I going to the library, mum!!” Sally yelled.
“Be back soon honey,” mum replied.
Sally stepped outside, and breathed in the fresh air. It was a beautiful Saturday morning, and Sally couldn’t be any happier than she was now. She was going to get her first hamster, and her birthday was in one week. She practically skipped to the library.
“Good morning Sally,” said Mr. Jenkins, “how are you today?”
Mr. Jenkins had taken over for Mr. Linden after he died of mysterious circumstances just a few months ago. In his memory, Mr. Jenkins had kept the name of the library the same.
“Good thanks,” Sally said as she skipped off.
“And remember, stay away from section Z!” he called after her.
“O.K.!” she replied.
But there was one other reason she was so happy. For the past few days, she had formulated a plan to get a book out of section Z. Her curiosity was eating her up from the inside out. As quiet as a mouse, she creped over to the section Z door, and she tried the handle. Locked. She glanced behind her, fumbling with her lock pick. Finally she got the door open and snuck inside quietly closing the door behind her.
It was dark. Really dark. Sally groped around for a light switch, found one, and turned it on. She looked around, and gasped. There were paper shreds everywhere, and only one book, like the lone survivor. Carefully, she picked it up, but just lay there, silent and still, which somehow made it even more creepy. Sally turned around, and there it was! A very convenient back door. Sally went toward it and finding it was unlocked went outside, shut the door behind her, and sprinted back home. What she didn’t know was that there was no back door, there never was, and there never has been. When she shut it, it just disappeared. Vanished into thin air.
Later that night, Sally got her first good look at the book. But what was there to look at? There was no title, no author, no nothing. Just a blank cover. Suddenly, Sally didn’t want the book anymore, she had a bad feeling about it.
She looked at Hammy, her hamster, he was roaming around his cage, staring at her bedroom. Everything was new to him, from pet shop to bedroom, everything surprised him. Sally looked at the book again, and she knew that if she didn’t read it, her curiosity would never let her live it down. Sally Carman, scared of a book. Not a good self description. She took a deep breath and opened the book.
Suddenly, thousands of vines shot of the book and wrapped around Sally’s neck. She tried to scream but she couldn’t breathe. In the last moments of her life, she looked at Hammy, whose eyes were like shining stars, and smiled. As the vines retracted back into the book, two giant words, in bold print, were written on the page- THE END.
