The door to the abandoned library creaks open. It stands in the middle of Eheb and was deserted in the 1800. The locals told you it’s because of a book so disturbing it drives men insane.

The smell of old books wafts over you alongside damp air. Something in the air feels wrong, as if the contents of the cursed book have infested it. Your eyes glance downwards at the two inch deep dust.

You wonder where it came from, but a more interesting sight takes your attention. Black books of the same thickness line the bookshelf. Nothing sets them apart except for the symbols on their spine.

You think about grabbing one of the books. What could they contain? But then you hear a noise coming from deeper in the library, and you freeze.

“Hello,” you call out to no answer.

You continue further. It’s dark, and the only thing lighting your way is a weak lightbulb on the roof. It’s barely strong enough to light the path ahead of you, but you make do.

Lurking behind a desk, you spot a figure. Could it be a human? You think to yourself. It certainly looks like it, but there’s something off. Even though you can’t spell out just what it is, your gut certainly feels it.

The wood creaks below your feet but the figure doesn’t freeze or make any type of movement that would suggest it heard you. No, it keeps scribbling away on a small, blue, note book.

You get closer until you see his face. Peels of skin hang stretch from hairline to chin, wrapping everything in many layers except for the parts where his eyes and mouth are. There’s small holes there.

You want to scream, but this is a library and a part of you reminds you it’s not allowed. Instead you swallow and stare, frozen with dread welling up behind your heart. The man glances up from his notebook.

“Do you require assistance?” He says.

It takes you a moment to regain your composure, but when you do, you say. “No. Isn’t this place abandoned?”

“I don’t think so, although, business has been slow as of late.”

The man returns to his notebook, and you take a step backwards. You keep marching away until a bookshelf stands between you two. You want to run out, and you should have but curiosity gets the better of you, and you grab one of the books from the bookshelf.

Opening the book, you recognize that it’s English. You begin to focus on the text and after a sentence your pupils shake as if horrible pain streams inside you, but you can’t stop reading. It’s the purest truth you’ve ever seen. You finish a paragraph and your breathing quickens. A chapter, two, three and eventually you finish the book and your brain shuts down.