The Book

The Book sat on a lonely shelf at the back of the library. Nobody knew where the book had come from. It was simply there. The Book was unremarkable and plain. Not many people had checked it out. Though it sat unnoticed and unused in the dusty corner of the library The Book was a curious thing. Those who did check it out found that it in fact was a very, very, curious thing. Funny as it may be those who checked out the book seemed to live shorter lives. comically short lives indeed. Ravings and rants, people claimed it was out to get them. No matter the book was simply there, harmless and docile. It was a book, books did not live or hate or seek blood. They found that within weeks or days even the people in question committed suicide. Curioser and curiouser indeed.