100 Dark Creepypastas

Books

Books. Growing up I was absolutely obsessed with them, The public library was like my home away from home, the nearest Barnes and Nobles or book shop was like going to Disneyland. I was a quick reader I'd finish about 20 books in one week, My parents had to become members to every book store that was in town. The people at the bookstore knew me by name and when I was old enough to get my own membership card I was filled with excitement. I was a dedicated yet nosey reader until one day, where my perspective of books changed.
I was at a garage sale when i saw a man at a stand selling books. The man appeared to be in his 80s, wrinkles adorn his chubby round face. His eyes were almond shaped, dull, lifeless, and gray. His hair was whiter than snow and a thick long beard that surpassed his feet. I went over to his stand the books he was selling where ones i've seen and read before except for this one book that seemed to be a diary. I asked the man "how much does it cost?"

He simply replied four dollars. I couldnt see what was in it since it had a lock on it i bought the book and the man gave me a key for the book. The book had beautiful engravings on it but I noticed the center of the book was a hollow round shape. Its shape reminded me of the man who sold me the book, it was round but not perfectly round. I noticed a few chips possibly from wear and tear or the user of the book before me must've been a reckless imbecile who can't take care of books. Once I got home in my room where all my other books that were piled ceiling high in perfect columns in my tall book case. I sat on my bed everything in my room was symmetrical, I put the key in the lock the book began to glow and shake violently.

The center of it began to be filled with blood then a face emerged from the hollow end. The skin on the face seemed to be drooping down leaving large clumps of darkness. Her almond eyes were blacker than any abyss and were crying bloody tears that stained the book and my bed sheets. She was laughing hysterically, her hair was burned and brittle as if it was charred by a forest fire. "HAHAHA! WHO DARES TO OPEN MY DIARY!!!!!!!" the woman shouted laughing as the book began to levitate. I didn't say a word I was so terrified my other books began to shake and be tossed around the room. When she acknowledged me she smirked realizing it was me who had done it.

She came close to me as I saw her cripple hand reach out grabbing mine trying to drag me in I clung onto my bed board closing my eyes tightly praying to god that I wont die. I felt another hand reach out grabbing me by my hair. Right when I was about to give in my brother walked in the woman screeched letting go getting sucked back in the book. My room was a mess as books were scattered everywhere. From that moment on I grew a fear of books - I sold them all away. If I see a book all I see is her dauntingly grotesque face laugh at me and then I go unconscious. Even with documents, I see her face still so I let my brother do it. I vow to never read another book in my whole entire life.  I also vowed to never go through anyone's personal belongings.