Only darkness.
No memories.
No thoughts.
No feelings.
No 'me'.
All of a sudden a bright light fills the place.
It is so bright that I can't see anything.
I?
Me?
As my eyes adjust to the light, I notice that I am in a library.
It is not a normal library, the bookcases look like trees, with their branches reaching far up.
Their leaves, all different, give the room a dreamlike feeling.
The roots which are growing all over the floor are connecting all the trees together.
The floor where I awoke is covered in a beautiful mosaic.
The light is coming from two big windows with stained glass, one above me and the other on the wall I'm facing.
It is not like how it is in a church, the stained glass is in much more colors and the image is something I can't really understand
It looks really vague, but maybe that was the intention.
Carefully I stand up and walk towards the nearest bookcase.
There are many, many books.
None of them seem to be sorted in any way, the genres couldn't be any more different and none of them are in alphabetical order. Not the titles or the writers.
It's a bit of a mess honestly, some of the books aren't even placed properly on the shelves.
As I walk around the room, I notice that there are no doors present.
How did I even get here?
I have no bruises or wounds and I don't remember being kidnapped, so that probably isn't it.
But neither do I remember coming here out of free-will...
I should investigate more.
As I look around I notice one other strange thing, it's one of the bookcases.
Just like the others it looks like a tree, but it looks like it has been dead for a long time. There are no leaves on the finger-like branches and it almost looks like it has been burned.
Still it is connected to all the others by the roots.
When I take a step closer, I can unexpectedly feel something...
Something bad.
An emotion?
A memory?
I don't know, but for now I shall leave it be.
I walk to another bookcase, this one has many children's books.
From bedtime stories, to those of wild adventures.
From fairytales to informative books.
And then there are the books without an author.
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Short Horror Stories
HorrorMy vision obscured by the darkness of my mind... A bundle of short horror stories written by me. Most of the stories here are more on the psychological side of horror. Updates every Tuesday. Some stories might be a bit dark so viewer discretion is...