My friend gave me a book.
She wouldn't tell me what it was, or why she even gave it to me.
She didn't explain it.
I just accepted the book and took it home.
I didn't question her about it.
I set it on my desk in my room.
It was brown, and had very fantastic details on the cover.
It had a lock, which I thought was quite weird.
The book had a red eye in the middle of it.
The eye seemed to have a weird.. realistic shape to it.
Almost like it could blink.
I had this weird feeling in my body.
It felt like something was very offset.
I couldn't seem to place what it would be, so I didn't bother.
I went to get ready for bed.
The book was still sitting on my desk.
I got under my covers and burrowed in.
My eyes peeked out and scanned my room.
They landed right on the book.
The books eye was glowing red.
I blinked twice.
It was still glowing.
Instantly a wash of hatred came over me.
It felt like millions of different things were after me.
The book started shaking violently.
It forced itself open.
My eyes were glued shut on it.
I didn't move a muscle.
The book started shaking violently again.
This time more and more harder.
It shook my entire desk.
I saw a shadow in the corner of my eye.
I shift my eyes to look in the corner, but when I turned back..
I was face to face with someone who had their mouth closed shut.
