Chatterbox: Inkwell

Needler

The library makes its way into my view, its many books flung into piles surrounding the windows. I creak open the door, wincing at the sudden noise of its bell. Gee, I wish libraries weren't so quiet. It gives me the creeps.

Let me back up a little bit. You see, school was a slight stressful thing, with homework and tests. And of course, my teacher had to give me extra homework just because I was late. A research project it was, so research I must get. And the library is the best place. Well, almost best place. It's not like I have a computer or anything.

Anyway, you can see that the library is research filled. Books are heaped in corners, thrown in shelves, dog-eared and worn out. I gasp in surprise as I hear the librarian croke.

"Hellooo, deaarrrr. What kinddd of boookkk would you likeee?" she whispered slowly. What, does she even know how to talk?

"Er, yeah. I-er- kinda need a book about ancient... Um... Musapatamun," I replied, getting the words mixed up. The lady smiled slightly creepily.

"Mesopotamia, you mean? They are over there in the back corner." She jutted her crooked figure to the back. I said thank you and inched away. The lady gives me the creeps. As I look around the back of the libRary, my eyes fall on a strange book. Writing is carved on it, writing I can't even read. I pick up the book, frowning at every inch of it. Letters of a strange language are worn out and hard to read, though you probably couldn't read it anyways. I open up the book and gasp.

Monsters of all sizes curl up on the pages, moving and snarling. How... Is this possible? I touch the page and find myself flinging into its insides. What the heck? What's happening? The book's taking me into the pages! I close my eyes and hope for the best.