Creepy Little One-Shots

Library Of Lives

  She walked slowly breathing in the the comforting smells of old paper and ink. Her fingers trailed over the gilded spines of the thick tomes that lined the shelves. Each step she took, soft as they were, echoed, getting lost in the shadowy corners of the dusty room. 

She seemed to be looking for something, lost in the depths of identical leather and gold scroll-work. She stopped suddenly, and pulled out the book that her fingers were resting on, and sank to the floor, the book cradled in her lap. 

She stared at cover stroking, the name and illustrated, watching as the boy grew from a baby to an old man. She opened the cover with the precision of a surgeon, revealing a map covered with trails and dots, a tribute to all the places this person had gone. She turned to the next page and read, page after page, skimming some and studying others. All the while gaining knowledge. 

She sat there as seconds turned to minutes and minutes to hours until she finally closed the book with a happy sigh and returned it to its place. 

She then continued on her way, her fingers trailing over the gilded spines of the thick tomes, relishing in the knowledge of another person's life. Another person's story.