The book of scraps

Chapter 2: The Book

There are three things I learned about that book in the Eboni box.
One is that I cannot touch the Eboni box or I'll be given a shock as a warning.
Two, I can move to any part of the room so long as the doors are not closed. If a door closes between me and the book, I'm instantly teleported back to the book's location. It seems to only recognize an open door as part of the room and a closed door as a wall.
Which finally leads me to believe that the book inside the box is truly attached to me.

"How is any of what's happening possible?" I wondered as I gazed at the box. Then I shot up quickly, "don't tell me-!"

"DING-DONG!"

"Coming!" Yelled Andy's Mom as she ran past the study room. Curious, I peaked out the study, but could barely see the small, blonde hair person with a pink bow.

"Oh! Anne, I didn't expect you to show up, are your parents okay with this?"

"Yes mrs. Claire, although I'm only here to give my gift today."

"It's alright, I'll let Andy know you stopped by. I know you are moving today so I won't keep you."

"Thank you!" Said the girl named Anne. Just as she was about to go, an old man walked up, almost running into him. "oh! Excuse me!"

"Oh my, youngsters these days are always on the move!" He giggled to himself as he watched the girl run past him just before turning his eyes to Claire, "Wouldn't you say so my dear?"

"Oh dad, why don't you come in and celebrate Andy's birthday, hmm?" Replied Claire as she gently placed her hands on the old man's shoulders to escort him inside.

"Ah! Yes of course, where's the birthday boy?!" He exclaimed excitedly looking around. Then he looked over in my direction and smiled."hmmm?"

I jumped, and quickly hid back into the study room."There's no way he could see me right?" I thought panicky as footsteps slowly approached the room.

"Ho? I see you still keep this old room tidy Claire," compliment the old man as he steps into the room, seemingly appearing right next to me. Not sure if the old man could see me or if it was my imagination, I slowly stepped away from him as quietly as possible.

"Oh come on dad, if i don't keep it up, I'll lose all the good memories that come with this room." replied Claire.

"Ahaha a true keeper of the books i see! And I see you're here as well?" I froze at the old man's comment thinking he was talking about me. Instead he walked over to the ebony box and picked it up. "You know legend says if you stamp a page in your blood a mystical being will appear...."

"Dad , we talked about this... I don't want that book near Andy. Plus he says it keeps leaving that box on its own."

"Well that is expected... but you not telling Andy more about it is even more dangerous don't you think?"

".... well I certainly can vouch for that... i mean look at me im invisible and stuck to that stupid book!" I grumbled. Suddenly, I felt a pair of eyes on me and quickly looked up. As soon as my eyes met with the old man, he smiled. " okay... weird...." I thought.

" Give me some time to think about it first... I-" Claire was cut off by the sound of Andy's impatient voice.

"Mom, what's taking so long?! The food is going to get cold!"

"We'll be right there!" shouted Claire, then she turned back to her father and quickly spoke. "Dad, let's talk about this another time, it's Andy's birthday today."

"alright , alright... let's go chow down on some cake!" The old man spoke as he sat the box down on the desk. He then secretly took out the book and hid it in his jacket.