Haunted library

(A/N): Hi, this is my first story so please don't go too hard on me, this just came in my head and I had to write it down. Enjoy!!

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My name is Ria Odeveca. I remember that 1 day when I went to that library. That library, if ,it wasn't for that library, I wouldn't be here telling you what happened, I probably wouldn't even dare to show my face in public. Crazy, isn't it? It all started when I was about 12 (right now I'm 15.) And headed to that library to get a book on a famous person, and write a summary.

~~~~~~Ria's POV.~~~~~~~~~~

I strolled down to the library, but as I did, I heard a voice, a deep voice saying "Come." and felt a gaze burn into my back. I turned quickly, but only to find no one there. ".....H-hello?" I heard nothing and kept walking. I started to jog as I heard the voice get louder and closer. I broke into a run as I saw the library a few feet away. I felt something rustle behind me and sprinted. I ran inside and shut the door quickly yet quietly, if that is even possible, but cool. I heard nothing and walked quietly, my hands feeling clammy from that sprint I just had. I began to get lost in thought about it when I bumped into someone. He looked about my age and had dark brown hair, which had and probably never will reach his shoulders, and when I saw those eyes, I jumped a bit, they were golden, with a hint of dark emerald. "I'm sorry," I sighed, almost too quiet to hear. "'S okay." When I heard that voice, it matched perfectly to the voice chasing me around. I quickly got up and walked away, not wanting to know if that was the voice or not. I also ran into someone AGAIN, but this time someone I knew, and disliked. 'Ugh,' I thought. 'I really need to pay attention more.' "Hi." He said with a smile. "Blake." I muttered. His long shaggy brown hair almost to his shoulders, and his big dark brown eyes always having that hint of tease in them, whenever he bugged me at school. "No need to be rude Ria. I know I bother you a lot and stuff but I'm just here to get a book." He held his hands up in defensive, as if saying ' I come in peace!' Which is probably what he meant. "So, we cool?" He asked with a grin on his face hand out in a shaking position. "Fine." I shook his hands and he gave a thumps up. "Cool!" He winked and walked off, his hands behind his head. "Cool." I whispered. God how I hated myself for having a small crush on Blake. I mean, I know he's annoying, but sometimes he gets really nice and it just makes me smile. I walked off the other way hoping not to meet Blake again.

I finally found a book on someone I TOUGHT I would enjoy. I grabbed 'The Diary of Anne Frank' just grabbing a book of someone I know. I sat down and realized I still had my hat on. It covered my eyes, not showing anyone. I had my reasons, and I would like to keep those reasons secret. The hat was a blood red color, with a white feather on the side. It was one of those hats those princes wear, with the big floppy sides and such. I wear it every where, I didn't think I could live without it. And when it happened I was right. I opened the book, and started to read. But as I started, I felt drowsy, and thought, ' I should go home.' But my feet wouldn't move, as if it was glued to the floor, the more I pulled, the more tired I became, so tired until I finally gave up and fell asleep, sleep hitting me like a wave, the darkness surging around me to enclose the light before I knock out.