There was a familiar jingle as I shoved open the glass door that led into the Alman's. The bookstore smelled like fresh paper and lavender. Fred Alman lifted his bald head over his new read only for a few seconds before returning to it. I began to walk down the "mystery" aisle.
"Your mother still finishing her novel?" Fred asked.
"Yeah," I say as I pull my mother's desired book off the shelf, "but I've read it so far and it is not "Eerie Halls" worthy." Fred just chuckles and sighs. I began my slow stroll down each aisle, gazing at each book that is showcased on the shelves.
I pick up a few flashy looking books, but none of them look like they are worth reading. Then, I see it. The large, old book with a brown leather cover. And the title "A Plethora of Tales." I decide to buy it and walk to the counter.
Fred began to ring me up. "What did you find?"
"I don't know. What is it?" I ask. He holds the book in his hands and rubs the title with his finger.
"I found it in the donations in the back," he said, "I have never really heard of it." I shrug and take my newly bought books. I wave as I leave the store and make my way home.
It's weird that there is a book that Fred hasn't even heard of , I thought. This is the only thing in my mind as I reach my driveway. My mom is in the garden landscaping.
"Hey, Nel," she says with a wave and nod of the head. I wave back and open the front door. Inside I place Mom's book on the kitchen counter and make my way to my bed room. After closing the door I lounge on my bed and crack open the book.
As soon as the cover is open, a bright light is emitted from the brown book. I start to feel looser and looser until I am slowly sucked into the book. And then all is black.
