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Rated: 13+ · Short Story · Supernatural · #1713861
My last experience at the library. A Twilight Zone type story.
      While I was waiting for Susan to get off for lunch. I decided to see what was back in the Biography section. “Boy does this library have some strange biographies.” I thought to myself as I browsed the titles. “The unofficial Biography of Borus Bumpkin, The Forgotten King: Hodge Hunger, The life and times of Unger Gorbachov.” They sure are getting stranger and stranger as I catch some on the titles I said aloud this time. “What's this? Talk about a bedtime book to put you to sleep. “The Good Boy's Boy Biography of George George George”.

         Off impulse I reached out to take a quick peek at the first chapter. As I tilted the book forward I thought I heard a faint clicking sound. I pushed the book back to see if there was something behind me. As I put the book back the bookcase pushed inward. I pushed a little more to reveal a dark hole. The light wasn't good in this part of the library so I couldn't tell if it was a room or a passage way. Taking a quick look around to see if anyone noticed me back here. Seeing no one, not sure why, but I stepped into the blackness. Just as soon as I stepped into the blackness, the bookcase closed quickly and silently behind me. I reached to my right and my hand rested upon what I hoped was a wall.

         Taking a few steps forward with my hand upon the wall as a guide to keep going in one direction. I thought I better have my other hand in front of me to keep from running nose first into another wall. Walking slowly with my hand upon the wall and the other out in front. After what seemed like a hours I found another wall in front of me. I had found a corner, now I just need to find out if it was a dead end or if it ran off to the left. Carefully I put my right hand on the wall in front of me and reached out with my left hand. Walking sideways to trying to find another wall that I thought for sure was right there. I kept sidestepping until I the wall in front of me stopped and I still haven't found a wall to my left.

         “Now what??? Do I go forward again so I can have some kind of guide or keep going left knowing if I will find a wall again? Forward it is...wait what is this on the wall?” Placing both hand on the wall where I found something odd. I tried to figure out what it was. While examining it a panel moved and it revealed a room with a table and two chairs in it with a door in the far wall. The door opened and three people came into the room.

         “Susan? What is she doing in that room? She's at the library probably waiting for me now.” I could just make out what they were taking about.

         “Susan Hicks, we're sorry but we haven't been able to find out what happened to your boyfriend Bobby Drew Gentry. It is like he just dropped off the earth. Did you two have a fight or anything before he disappeared?”

         “No not at all, I know that he came to the library to take me out to lunch.”

         I started to pound on the window to try to get their attention, to no avail.

         “Welcome friend to my world that you may never leave. You are now my play thing and I will get much pleasure out of watching you try to find a way out of someplace that doesn't exist.”

         Turning around a saw a light shining down onto a chair and sitting on it was something that I could never in my wildest dreams try to describe. The light went out and I heard it laugh out loud at me as I turned and watched as the police arrested Susan for what I could just imagine would be for my murder. Slowly turning and putting my back against the wall, I slid down and hid my face in my knees as I knew that I was going to kill her at lunch and now she is under arrest for my supposed-ed murder and I am who knows where and can't do anything to help her now.


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