Stories from My Inner World

The Old Bookstore

The old bookstore had always been a place of mystery and wonder. Yesterday, I went to an old bookstore which is just a few miles away from my house.

As I stepped into the bookstore, I found an old man who was the caretaker of the place. The owner of the bookstore only comes here once in a while. He greeted me as I stepped into the bookstore. He knows me very well because I come thrice a month for three years since my dad got transferred to this city.

Then I stroll towards my favourite genre section, mystery/thriller.
when I reached there, my eyes caught a glowing book from the bookshelf. I wonder why this book is glowing.

Curiosity kills the cat and I quickly reach out my hand towards the glowing book. As my hand meets with the book, a sudden jolt of current flows in my veins and everything blackouts before my eyes.

When I opened my eyes, I saw people walking around me in the bookstore, wearing old-fashioned clothes. It makes me wonder. Am I in the 1950s?

Then the book slipped from my hand, and suddenly, everything went black. When I opened my eyes, I was still in the same old bookstore, but everyone around me was in normal clothes now. It was a bizarre experience for me, to say the least.

The End.