Mr. Linden's Library - May 14, 2011

I did this story when I was 11 in the 6h grade it was an assignment.. we had to write a short scary/creepy/freaky story.. Hope you like it!

                                            Mr. Linden’s Library
      Remembering what had happened I stood there right in front of the book shelf in Mr. Linden’s library. I remember it perfectly as if it were yesterday. It had been four years since it has happened now and it still haunts me, I was there when the book wrapped her into the story.
      Roxana Knight a little girl around my age went to Mr. Linden’s library a lot. Every time I went I saw her reading a book looking at it like as if she had been seeing a war right in front of her, eyes wide open and mouth looking as if it had dropped to her feet. This time when I came she was looking for a book.
      I was behind her waiting for her to check out her book, and as I’m waiting I hear the librarian asking her over and over if she wanted the book, she would keep answering yes but to me it seemed like the librarian had been trying to tell her something.
      So curious me followed her to her house, now you might be thinking that I’m a stalker or something but I’m not I’m just curious is all. I sat there for about two hours and a half watching her read the story the same as every other one. As soon as I saw she was falling asleep I started getting ready to leave the place when suddenly I saw in the corner of my eye something move so I turned to look and there I saw it, the most terrifying thing in my life.
      There on the book I saw a plant or a branch of some sort spreading and next it started to wrap Roxana into the book. The last thing I saw were her eyes open in shock, she looked at me standing there frozen too terrified to move and then, she vanished her along with the book. From then on I had hardly spoken a word and nobody knows what really happened. Her parents always crying in grief making me want to burst into tears. I feel as if it was my fault, and now there lay the book on the shelf. I almost felt as if it were staring at me waiting for me to read it waiting for me to go in next.
 

-Erika