I left school late that day and sprinted to Mr Linden's library so I wasn't that late. As I turned the last bend towards the library, Mr Linden was waiting on the pathway to the library. I rushed to him giving him a cautious hug. I could feel his tension.
I gave him a reassuring squeeze and he relaxed a bit finally hugging back. He suddenly let go of my friendly hug and motioned me inside.
He looked both ways along the abandoned street then softly closed the door. I looked at his lonely blue eyes trying to see what he was thinking but he was unreadable, his feelings as secure as a bank.
He walked quite quickly to a remote corner of the quiet library.
He scanned the bookshelves, tracing his finger along the book spines as he went.
He stopped at a aged red book called "The Secret Entrance" by L. Eave. It looked as if Mr Linden was going to pull the book out off the shelf but as he pulled the top of the spine a mysterious click came from the bookshelf. Mr Linden took a stern step back as a load creak came from the same bookshelf. The book shelf rolled open to reveal a stairway heading to an attic.
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Mr Linden's Library
Short StoryHe had warned her about the book. Now it was to late.