True to my word I went to the address that mother gave me earlier that afternoon. At the start I thought she got the address wrong because the house was old and dirty and looked like a haunted and abandoned house. I wearily knocked lightly on the wooden door.
There was a shuffling sound coming from the building. As I waited I noticed a old faded sign that said "Library" on it. A loud creak filled the air as the large door opened. A familiar yet strange face appeared around the door.
"Welcome to the Library. Please come in. How are you doing? Does your head hurt?"
" Thank you and no my head doesn't hurt. Are you Mr Linden?" I replied. the man gave the slightest of nods as he gestured me inside the book filled building.
I entered cautiously as I looked around the library. the ceiling seemed at lest 9 feet tall and the walls were lined with books from floor to ceiling. The room had a antique feel and the furniture was old but hardly used. All of the wooden floors and furniture was varnished and had a unnatural shine to it.
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Mr Linden's Library
Short StoryHe had warned her about the book. Now it was to late.
