Smoke hung so thick in the library's rafters that she could read words in it. She thought she was going crazy. No smoke could be in formation of letters so perfectly outlined that she could make words out of it.
However, it was right there in the midst of her view.
"Get out while you can."
She shook her head and rubbed her eyes. That wouldn't happen. That couldn't happen.
"Run."
Maybe it could?
Her heart raced and her breathing got louder. She felt a presence, something that shouldn't be here.
She threw her books in her bag hurried away from the tables, the smoke following her.
However, no longer in an array of words, but shapes.
Very peculiar shapes. She knew what they were, however she has never seen them.
Running down the corridor, she heard movement. Almost as if someone, or something was behind her, following her every move.
No one was ever in the library, and if they were, it was just the old, bossy librarians shushing you.
She pushed through the double doors of the entrance, free of what had captured her mind.
"Bree! Hey, I know I said hurry up in there but you didn't need to run out so quickly, hun!"
"W-what?"
"You look flustered. Come on home, let's get you some dinner. I hope you finished that school project!"
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A Mission
Mystery / ThrillerBree is having daydreams about something of a disturbing presence. She swears she's not crazy. It's happening. She's not faking it. Who does she have? What does she do?
