Secret Passage in Library - 9/28

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RE: Secret Passage in Library - 9/28

Postby jmeml517 » Fri Dec 10, 2010 5:25 am

I shuddered.
My local library was an old mansion, made up tiny rooms – old servants’ quarters and such – that could give you a serious sense of claustrophobia. The room I needed was wedged at the end of the east wing, tiny, dusty and dark. But it wasn’t so much the room that made me nervous, but the sign on the door.
Economics: Origins of, History of, Theories on.
Horrifying.
The final paper for my Economic Theories class was due and I was searching for a way to explain the difference between communism and socialism without actually having to know how communism and socialism worked. Every book in the room looked that same. I was starting to wonder if it wouldn’t be easier just to drop the class when a title caught my eye.
"The Exchange of Goods and the Rules of Interest Rates in Pre-Monarchial Luxemburg."
It was so bad, it was almost good. I had to see it. I blew off some dust and pulled the book from the top. It stuck a little, slid out a few inches, and then stopped.
A great creaking sound rose up from the end of the book case and the entire wall eased open, revealing a staircase descending into the dark.
I stood there in stunned silence.
Down below, there was a flicker of light, and the sound of someone – something – scurrying.
That snapped me out of it. I gave a scream and darted down the hallway, towards the safety of the main hall. I risk one last look back and immediately wish I hadn’t.
A little elfin face looked out. It caught my eye and squeaked, darting back into the dark. The door started to close. Before I could think I was racing after it, sliding through the doorway just in time. There was just enough light for me to make my way until I emerged in a dank chamber. A pile of books dominated the room.
“Hello?” I ventured.
Little voices echoed from behind me. “What is she doing her?” “Get rid of her!” “Don’t go out there –“
“Hello.”
I gave another little shriek. It was the elf again. “What the heck?”
“You’re not supposed to be here,” it stated flatly.
“Obviously! But what is this place?”
“You’re not supposed to be here!” Another elf, even more nervous than the first. “Stop asking questions and go!”
I made an incredulous noise. “You think I’m going to leave without finding out what you’re doing here?”
The head elf scowled. “Look here –“
“Look here, yourself. You got caught. But I’ll strike you a deal – you tell me what’s going on and I’ll keep my mouth shut. Or… I can go screaming up those stairs and have everyone in the tri-state area traipsing through here.”
The elves glared at me.
“Or I could just see for myself.” I started towards the books but was immediately surrounded by a dozen elves underfoot, screeching for me to stay put. Luckily for me, they only came up to my knees. I stepped over them and plucked a book off the pile.
“'Frankenstein'.” I picked up another book. “M'LA Handbook'. 'Basic Math Concepts'. 'Encyclopedia Brittanica, Volume 4'.” I turned to the elves. “I don’t get it. What do these have to do with each other? Unless…” I sorted through the pile. “'Shakespearean Sonnets'. 'The Great Gatsby'. 'Sociology in the 20th Century'.”
The elves looked guiltier with each title.
“This… these are all the books that are always checked out when you need them! You steal these books! This is not cool! Why would you do this?”
They had the decency to look remorseful. “We just wanted to keep you coming back to the library,” the first elf said.
“Well, it’s still messed up. Why shouldn’t I tell the librarian?”
“You promised!”
“That was before I knew you were messing with everyone who uses the library,” I scolded them.
They tittered nervously. Then the second elf got a mischievous look in its eye.
“We’ll write your economics paper for you,” it promised.
“What? I can’t… well…” my voice trailed off. “You do good work?”
They scoffed. “We live in a library,” one stated.
I thought of all the students, desperate to finish a book report or a research paper.
Then I thought of my Economics Theories grade.
“Deal.”

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Postby sns3guppy » Fri Dec 10, 2010 8:37 pm

Melvin wouldn’t have given a book like The Revised Guide to Euclidian Geometry a second thought on Tuesday morning, if it weren’t for the bright red bookmark with the yellow tassel. It was the bookmark that drew his attention, and it was the bookmark that lead him to dig the musty volume from the sixteenth row of the science section, beneath a burned-out fluorescent globe (the one with a layer of dead flies in the case), in the old university library. It was the bookmark, not the book, that lead Melvin to find the tunnel, and it was the bookmark, therefore, that lead Melvin to be in the predicament in which he now found himself firmly mired.

On Tuesday morning when Melvin arrived to find a book on wallpapering a kitchen (not his, but Susie Bakers’ kitchen; the same Suzie Baker who’s bright yellow hair drew Melvin like the proverbial moth to a bug zapper), he wasn’t looking for a book on geometry. He wasn’t looking for a secret tunnel, either, but he found both. The bookmark might be to blame, but nobody made Melvin Wright remove the book from the shelf, and it was removing the book from the shelf that made the bookcase move. The tunnel was behind the bookcase.

Melvin had been startled at first, but more curious than frightened, and truth be told, he wondered far more about the reason that the bookshelf made no sound when it slid left than he worried about his own safety. Melvin simply assumed that everything in a library ought to be safe. Shy of a paper cut, which he hadn’t personally experienced, only oafish clumsiness would have brought down a bookshelf and choked the life out of a gentle reader. Melvin wasn’t any such oaf, merely a too-curious seeker of book wisdom who loved the old, musty scent of the printed page.

The tunnel smelled of mold, the antique odor of stale newsprint and paperbacks far past their prime. It reeked of archive, as though it were the cemetery for all the world’s card catalogues and the final resting place for countless dead and dying dime novels from an era far gone by. No spiders clung to walls, no creepy things darted amid the strewn pages of the tunnel floor. If they had ever lived in this space, their desiccated exoskeletons were crunching underfoot with decaying paper and paste.

Melvin hovered at the entrance to the tunnel for some time, uncertain, yet compelled by morbid curiosity. Where did it go, he wondered, and how did it get here? Who dug it, and did it predate the library? Why had the stench of rotting paper diaries and handwritten scripts never pierced the quiet library halls, and how could it be that no one else knew the tunnel was here? Melvin stared blankly at the antique book in hands, but not so much at the cover or fill, but at the bright red and yellow bookmark. The one that looked so much out of place, which lacked a speck of dust or the prints of a finger.

Someone knew the tunnel was here. Someone placed the tab in this book. Someone, he was quite sure, who intended very much for the tunnel to be opened, and explored. But who? To Melvin, 28 years old and a virgin bookworm, fast food was an adventure. Surely a secret tunnel in a library rivaled Raiders of the Lost Ark for excitement and thrill. He set one toe in the soft floor dirt and felt an electric thrill run down his spine. He felt along the wall, searching for a switch, but found none. No flashlight in his book bag, either. Too bad, so sad, he thought; if only Suzie could see him now. Melvin Wright was going in.

Melvin paused, pressed a dictionary aside, and set down the ancient math text in his hand. He hesitated, and then snicked the bookmark from its burrow in the book. Handwritten scrawl caught his gaze. He turned, and held it up to the light.

“Don’t go in.” The writing simply said. Nothing more. No signature, not even an exclamation point. Did the writer go in, Melvin wondered?

Without hesitation, Melvin backed away, and set the math book in place. The bookcase slid effortlessly sideward to conceal the tunnel, and all that remained was the bookmark in Melvin’s hand. He studied it, turning it over in his fingers. He stuck it back in place, and walked away.

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RE: Secret Passage in Library - 9/28

Postby Jayneege » Tue Jan 04, 2011 12:50 pm

I’m not sure what drove me to do it, boredom from the same old characters playing across the same old pages, tire from the same stories being told eight million different ways, a desire to see first hand the few books that had survived a violent history, or perhaps it was annoyance at that damn high nosed librarian for warning that section was not for the likes of a young blonde like myself. What a pretentious woman, her bony fingers always pointing me towards the People magazines. If I truly cared what the lanky old woman thought, I’d have a mind to spit acidic words back at her. Well never mind what my motives were, an inescapable force guided me to the old west wing of the library. My fingers grazed the spines of the dusty books as I cautiously walked in the narrow isles.
“This building used to be part of the infamous Mountarchet’s lovely manor. A fire worked its dark magic on this place and now only half of what was once so grand remains,” the gray old librarian pursed her lips and pointed to an elaborate model mansion. “I simply cannot have stupid girls playing among the walls of the older sections. Go find something more suited to your interests over there.” She turned her crow-like figure away from me and began carrying volumes of French literature towards their international shelves. If she only knew the truth of this house…
Indeed the house was grand, I had it on good word from my grandmother who’d been on staff as a maid during much of her childhood. Grandmother had been there when the curse surrounding the Mountarchet family “had finally found a way around their defenses,” she often said. Grandmother still feels a nagging remorse, or so that’s what I feel sits in the undertones of every story. Oh the stories she told, only few people were privy to the secrets of this place’s dark history, and I was lucky enough to know someone who’d seen it first hand. I knew Grandmother would tell me exactly what happened some day, but until then I could fill in the few missing pieces on my own. I suppose I was naive then, thinking I knew the enough of the story and every secret hidden within these walls, for they were watching me even then. Perhaps the fact that I thought I knew much more than the ungraceful old woman had kept me from firing back a witty retort. So, I simply ignored her backward glance, and sauntered towards the very section she warned against. I wish I’d known the mistake I was making.
As I walked through the isles, not truly sure I was looking for anything to read at all, I was unaware of the spirits I was stirring up with my footsteps alone. I had reached the furthest wall in which stood a beautifully built oak bookcase shrouded in dust and darkness. Why, I thought, would they hide such old treasures so far out of the way? A sharp pain wound its way around the pad of my finger, and a trickle of blood seeped out from a small cut. A childish anger at the culprit old book caused me to slap its spine, and watch it tumble to the ground. I barely had time to see what was hidden within the pages of that old book before the oak bookcase cracked open down the middle and swung open, pushing me to the ground.
I would have stayed on the ground from vexation, but curiosity pulled me to my feet… for behind this old oak bookcase was a musty passage consumed in a thrilling darkness. I am not one to shy away from adventure, so after a short courage mustering, I stepped inside the darkness armed with only the light on my cell phone. Had I known then that with those steps I was setting in motion a centuries old curse that had been waiting for someone like me to open Pandora’s box, I would have ran away then…
To be continued…

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Re: Secret Passage in Library - 9/28

Postby Trissa » Fri Jan 07, 2011 7:59 am

Growing up (before the age of computers) there were four buildings in my hometown that were important to me: my family home, my school, church, and the local library. As fortune would have it, my school, church, and library were all on the same street. I could walk across to the library after school as I waited for my ride home. I spent many happy hours leafing through books, thinking of the day when perhaps I might pull something from a shelf with my name on it.

Not long ago, I went home for a family reunion. I also wanted to reunite with my old "buddy" the library. The entrancing smell of leather and pages surrounded me like an old robe. I wandered the stacks, remembering every nook and cranny. Ducking into "Fiction", my sleeve caught on something. A door I didn't remember stood slightly ajar. There was no sign of "Employees Only" or "Restrooms". My curiosity got the better of me. Sneaking through, I heard voices. I eased through a dark tunnel, weak light growing stronger as I walked. Suddenly, the tunnel opened into a huge room filled with people.

Many of the people glimmered, shapeless, faceless, their voices a croak. Others stood, half formed, while others stood as if preparing to leave. I walked up to one who was leaving. My eyes kept straying to the formless ones as I said, "What is this place?"

"Well, ma'am, " the man was dressed like a cowboy, "You've stumbled into Literary Limbo."

A tiny lady appeared dressed in Victorian clothes. She seemed half-formed. "We're books in progress. Some of us," she nodded to the ghost-like forms, "are mere notions waiting for form." She smiled weakly at the cowboy. "Jasper here is complete. They'll be putting him on the shelves soon."

One of the ghost-like notions gave a small shriek and disappeared. "Oh, dear. Another idea gone."

"What happened," I asked startled.

"His writer either passed away, never getting him onto paper...or just gave up. It's so sad."

As I watched, another half-formed character jerked and became clearer. "Yahoo! Another chapter down! It won't be long for me now!"

Looking at the back, a shapeless form tried to hide as if in shame. "I know you," I whispered. "Oh, you're one of mine."

The form drifted forward. "Please, don't let me die. You need to tell my story. You need to work on me, even if it's a little bit every day. Give me some form, I beg you."

"I'm sorry, but I haven't had time lately. I've been so busy."

"It doesn't take much. Even one phrase a day." As he spoke, a half-formed male character twitched. "Damn," the now-female character said. "I wish she'd make up her mind!"

I tried to take my character's hand, but it was too misty. "I promise. I'll keep pads of paper on me at all times. I'll even write on the backs of receipts if I have to. " My character smiled weakly. "Please hurry. I'm not sure how much time we have left."

At that, I turned and headed out of the library. Climbing into my car, I grabbed a pen and scrap of paper: Name - Toby Whitmore. What does Toby do? Let's see...maybe I should make him a.... As possible occupations raced through my mind, I felt a small glow begin to form.

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Postby Melissa Jane » Mon Jan 24, 2011 10:16 am

It all started in the public library. I walked in the front door, as usual, and the man at the front desk smiled vaguely. He smelled of rich, fancy cologne and tobacco. I went looking through the store and I soon reached the back shelf, which was completely packed with old, ratty looking books. I couldn’t see anything that captured my interest, so I just picked a book at random. I flipped open the front cover, but I was instantly unsure about what it was; there was no writing on the pages. I closed the book, and reached to place it back on the shelf and instantly noticed something odd. The front cover of the book was moving. I pulled it closer to my face and noticed that the cover was morphing into a dark tunnel, a tunnel getting larger by the second. The tunnel was soon completely covering the whole book cover; it looked so real. I went to place my hand on the cover of the book, but instead of being solid, my hand went right through the cover. I started moving my hand around, trying to feel around the inside of the book, or the tunnel for that matter and before I knew it, I felt a strange sucking feeling all over my body. I closed my eyes, unaware of what was happening to me. After a while, I felt my feet hit something solid, and I wrenched my eyes open. I noticed that I was in the very tunnel that I saw on the cover of the book. I reached in my pocket and grabbed my lighter so I could look around me. I noticed that at first the tunnel seemed to be never ending and I started getting anxious. But as I jogged forward, I finally saw a dim light and I ran as fast as I could toward it. The sight that greeted me when I reached the opening was so stupendous that I laughed out loud. In front of me I noticed a large lake, filled with the most beautiful creatures imaginable. Across the water, there were mermaids perched on the shore, and on the rocks just of the small bay. On the land, there were trees filled with every type of fruit known to man, along with some that I couldn’t recognize. As I turned to the left, I noticed a small but sturdy looking canoe. I automatically walked into the shallow water, and clambered into the boat, feeling awed at the world I had just discovered. As I sat down, I noticed the boat had no ore. I sat there for a moment, trying to find out how I could get to the other side of the lake, when the canoe moved forward, and started gliding gently across the water. I looked down into the deep blue depths, and saw a shape moving towards me. Slightly scared and completely curious, I leaned closer. A light green dolphin with bright yellow eyes popped its head out of the water. It looked at me, as though it had been expecting me. The dolphin reached its head up, and I reached out to pet it. It gave a cute gurgling noise, and disappeared beneath the surface. Just then, my boat softly hit the shore, and I climbed out. The sand looked soft, so I pulled of my socks and shoes and continued walking towards the trees. I noticed that the birds were singing joyfully, and the insects were buzzing quietly. I turned and looked at the mermaids; one looked up at me with interest. I tried saying hello, but for some reason, I felt like there was no need to talk. She smiled and turned onto her stomach. She started writing in the sand. I took a small step forward, and noticing my hesitation, she beckoned me forward. I walked up and sat to look at what she was writing. There were small words telling me that this was the land of peace. Nobody can speak in this land; however once you’ve lived in it for a while, people can talk through their minds. I spent hours laying in the sand, watching everything and every creature before me. I got up, determined to leave, when I remembered that where I came through the book, the tunnel was just solid wall. When I realized this, the Mer-people raised all there heads at once, and stared at me in the most malicious way…
(to be continued??)

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Postby HS Senior =) » Mon Jan 24, 2011 10:41 am

It all started in the public library. I walked in the front door, as usual, and the man at the front desk smiled vaguely. He smelled of rich, fancy cologne and tobacco. I went looking through the store and I soon reached the back shelf, which was completely packed with old, ratty looking books. I couldn’t see anything that captured my interest, so I just picked a book at random. I flipped open the front cover, but I was instantly unsure about what it was; there was no writing on the pages. I closed the book, reached to place it back on the shelf, and instantly noticed something odd. The front cover of the book was moving. I pulled it closer to my face and noticed that the cover was morphing into a dark tunnel, a tunnel getting larger by the second. The tunnel was soon completely covering the whole book cover; it looked so real. I went to place my hand on the book, but instead of being solid, my hand went right through the cover. I started moving my hand around, trying to feel around the inside of the book, or the tunnel for that matter and before I knew it, I felt a strange sucking feeling all over my body. I closed my eyes, unaware of what was happening to me. After a while, I felt my feet hit something solid, and I wrenched my eyes open. I noticed that I was in the very tunnel that I saw on the cover of the book. I reached in my pocket and grabbed my lighter so I could look around me. I noticed that at first the tunnel seemed to be never ending and I started getting anxious. But as I jogged forward, I finally saw a dim light and I ran as fast as I could toward it. The sight that greeted me when I reached the opening was so stupendous that I laughed out loud. In front of me I noticed a large lake, filled with the most beautiful creatures imaginable. Across the water, there were mermaids perched on the shore, and on the rocks just of the small bay. On the land, there were trees filled with every type of fruit known to man, along with some that I couldn’t recognize. As I turned to the left, I noticed a small but sturdy looking canoe. I automatically walked into the shallow water, and clambered into the boat, feeling awed at the world I had just discovered. As I sat down, I noticed the boat had no ore. I sat there for a moment, trying to find out how I could get to the other side of the lake, when the canoe moved forward, and started gliding gently across the water. I looked down into the deep blue depths, and saw a shape moving towards me. Slightly scared and completely curious, I leaned closer. A light green dolphin with bright yellow eyes popped its head out of the water. It looked at me, as though it had been expecting me. The dolphin reached its head up, and I reached out to pet it. It gave a cute gurgling noise, and disappeared beneath the surface. Just then, my boat softly hit the shore, and I climbed out. The sand looked soft, so I pulled of my socks and shoes and continued walking towards the trees. I noticed that the birds were singing joyfully, and the insects were buzzing quietly. I turned and looked at the mermaids; one looked up at me with interest. I tried saying hello, but for some reason, I felt like there was no need to talk. She smiled and turned onto her stomach. She started writing in the sand. I took a small step forward, and noticing my hesitation, she beckoned me forward. I walked up and sat to look at what she was writing. There were small words telling me that this was the land of peace. Nobody can speak in this land; however once you’ve lived in it for a while, people can talk using their minds. I spent hours laying in the sand, watching everything and every creature before me. I got up, suddenly determined to leave, when I remembered that where I came through the book, the tunnel was just solid wall. When I realized this, the Mer-people raised all there heads at once, and stared at me in the most malicious way…
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Postby sns3guppy » Tue Jan 25, 2011 2:13 am

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Postby adaniels » Tue Jan 25, 2011 4:59 am

Amalia stared in shock at the darkness in front of her. Wasn't it only a few minutes ago that she complained how boring the town library was? Fingers trembling, she picked up the book which had fallen on the floor. Should I go in or stay safely where I am? Someone called out her name - and Amalia was sure it came from inside the cave.
"Okay," she breathed, "I'll go in. Someone might be needing my help."
She looked around her one last time and cautiously entered the cave. The farther she went, the colder it became. "Why didn't I listen to my logical side and stayed in the library? I could die here."

Amalia had never done anything unexpected in her entire life. She had every hour scheduled, and knew exactly what was to be done. No surprises, no interesting twist of events. Her friends often commented on how robot-like her life was becoming, but Amalia knew she wouldn't survive a day without an organized schedule. So why did she choose to enter this mysterious, unexpected cave?

Soon, the cave became illuminated with a bright red-orange color and a descending staircase came into view. Without thinking, she made her way down. It seemed like forever to get to the end. As she reached the bottom of the staircase, she found herself at the end of a long hallway with doors on each side. She heard more voices, each one echoing her name.

"Hello? Does anyone need my help?" Amalia called out.

The cold was fading, and in its place came stinging heat. Amalia covered her eyes and continued walking. Each door was shaped differently and had various designs and colors. The walls were painted blue with jungle murals everywhere. "What is this? Some sort of nursery or something?" Suddenly, someone grabbed her from behind and covered her mouth. "Sshh! Keep quiet or they'll hear us!" Her captor led her inside one of the rooms and let her go. Amalia quickly turned to see who it was.

The man was gorgeous. His eyes were dark and hypnotizing and his lips sent shivers down her spine. He had a well-formed body which reminded Amalia of underwear models and wrestlers. She couldn't help but look down and regretted it instantly, her cheeks blushing. He had nothing on.

"Who are you?"
"I'm one of Hell's Keepers, and you, miss, aren't supposed to be here."
"Hell's Keeper?" Amalia gasped. "Then you're here to kill me!"
"If that was my intention, I'd have done that minutes ago. Now listen," he motioned for her to come closer. Amalia wanted to stay as far away from him as possible, but seeing she had no other choice, she did as he asked. "I don't normally let intruders go, but I've been watching you for quite some time now and I don't think you're death has come yet."
"Watching me? You've been spying on me?"
"Look," he explained, "I'm as embarrassed to admit this as you are to find it out, but it's the only reason I can give you. I've become quite attached."

Amalia blinked at him and tried to find her voice. Oh good Lord. Attached to me? Out of all the men I could attract it had to be a freak! The man quickly frowned and looked at her, and Amalia realized he had read her thoughts. "Call me a freak, Amalia, but remember, your freedom lies on my decision. You do realize I could keep you here and make you mine forever." He stared at her coldly. There was something odd about everything, but nothing about him was frightening her at all. "Why don't you?" Amalia challenged. "Not that it's an option of mine of course."
"Because I know you won't be happy here."
"What if I CHOOSE to stay?" Are you crazy? This isn't you Amalia! Again, that small voice was telling her the logical things she should be doing - but heck! Being alive somewhere in Hell with a man who doesn't look like a demon? Nothing was logical about it! "This is crazy, I know," he spoke up, "And I'm not about to confess anything odd to you. Just please, trust me and I can lead you out." Amalia just nodded, refusing to give in to that small piece of her that was shouting no. Enough excitement. She needed to return to her organized world, and he was the key.

The man led her through a number of doors until they reached a room that served as the Foyer of a palace. Everything was black and red, and many candles were lit all around. Amalia remembered all the horror movies she had loved to watch and realized how frightening it was in real life. She had also heard of how Lucifer lived grandly under the earth and her heart stopped. She froze where she was and the man questioned her sudden reaction. "Why did you take me here?" Amalia whispered. "I thought you were going to lead me out?" A sad look crossed his eyes and he smiled. "The world has no doubt given you information on how we act, and how we lie. I'm surprised you fell for everything I said." He dragged Amalia towards a black door and whistled. It opened and standing inside were her friends who had died in a car accident, in their sophomore year in college.
But they looked different. Horribly different.
Their eyes were spewing out blood and their necks were tilted in an odd angle. Only a few teeth were left and their necks were dripping dark blood. The man threw her inside and her friends wasted no time in taking advantage. Amalia screamed and pleaded with all she had. But her fate had already been decided. They feasted on her like she was the only food they were ever going to get, ripping out her arms and legs and digging into her torso.
"Leave the heart to Lucifer," the man shouted. "You know that's the part he loves the most." With an evil grin the man walked away. He entered the adjacent room on the left and bowed before Lucifer. "My father, I have done as you asked. I have opened the passageway and enticed a human."
"But one compassionate heart is not enough! I need all the hearts I can get to take over the earth! I need to turn every kindness, sympathy, compassion to hatred and deceit and lies!"
"I know, father. That is why I have decided to keep the passage open to anyone foolish enough to enter."
Lucifer calmed himself and walked to his son. "I knew sparing you would be of use to me. Your foolish human mother wasn't so lucky."
"Yes, my father. She was a foolish woman." He excused himself and returned to his post, by Hell's gate. The passageway from the library slowly closed and darkness enveloped him one again. What should I pretend to be this time? A beautiful lost damsel perhaps? Or Amalia herself? He laughed silently. It wouldn't be long until another human would stumble on the book. He only had to wait.


Back in the library, Amalia's friend Carlo had been looking for her for nearly three hours. It was getting late, and they had to be home before dinner. As he searched around the room, she saw her notebook on the floor and picked it up. One of the books was out of place, so he pulled one out - and the shelf moved to reveal a dark cave. Maybe Amalia got lost inside! I have to rescue her! He entered.

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Postby weetot » Thu Mar 03, 2011 12:54 pm

Caleb wandered around the public library, following rows of shelves to a very unused section of dusty books. He found this intriguing. Not even the library staff had been here to wipe the cobwebs off the shelves. An old, leather-bound book caught his eye. Under the dust of the burgundy spine was the gold lettering: "Book of Keys". Caleb immediately reached up and pulled the book from it's place on the shelf. As the book came forward, a click sounded and the entire bookshelf slid sideways revealing a long, dark passageway.
Caleb stood staring at the deep tunnel and wondered what mysteries lay inside. He also wondered whether it was safe to go wandering through a cobweb filled passageway that obviously had not been disturbed in quite some time. He grabbed his backpack and pulled out his flashlight. Pointing it straight ahead, the light stopped at a curve in the tunnel. Caleb decided to see what was down there and shoved the book: "Book of Keys" into his backpack for safekeeping.
As he walked the light from the library faded farther away and the darkness enveloped him. He shivered from the eerie quiet and stepped up his pace to reach the other end. After turning the curve in the tunnel, Caleb found a door. The knob was rusty and creaked when he turned. Inside was what appeared to be an old Victorian reading room. A small round table with a lamp stood in the center of the room and beside it lay two gold keys on a lace doily. Two keys? There were three doors leading from the room, besides the door he had just come through. Caleb sat down on the overstuffed, velvet chair and perused his situation. Then he remembered the book: "Book of Keys" in his backpack. He pulled it out and opened to the first pages.
There was a puzzle to read first: "How many times can you divide two into three without having anything left over?"
"What kind of book is this, anyway?" Caleb exclaimed into the flickering light. "If I have two keys and three doors, I guess I'll try them in the locks until I find the right door!"
He put the first key in the lock of the first door and it stayed in the lock. The door would not open. He took the second key and walked up to the second door. When he pushed the key in the and turned it, nothing happened except the first key, from the first door, fell out of the lock onto the floor. That was it! He picked up the first key and took it to the third door. He put it in the lock, turned it and - click! - the door opened!
Behind the third door was a gaping maw of another tunnel entrance going farther down into the bowels of the building. Gathering up his courage, Caleb pressed on to see what was at the other end of the tunnel. He reached another door with the same kind of rusty knob and squeaky hinges. After he lit the lamp in the middle of the room, he noticed there were no keys. And only one door. Slowly and carefully he opened the door to find himself deep in the stacks of the library bookshelves. Only there was no dust or cobwebs and the books looked newer and well kept.
Caleb looked around to get his bearings. It looked like the same building, with significant changes, however. There were not any computers, for one. Instead, there were rows of card catalogs and shelves where sorting was done by hand. Caleb felt a strange tingle up the back of his spine and he looked at the calender on the wall. It said March 1st. That was the right day, but then he read the year: 1911! How was this possible? Had he gone back in time one hundred years? THen he remembered the keys in the doors. Maybe he hadn't been patient enough to try all the doors with all the keys.
How would he find his way back? Without the right key combination he would be trapped here. He had to find his way back to the tunnel and it's cobwebs. He had to find his way home!

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Re: Secret Passage in Library - 9/28

Postby Fox-Rox » Sat Mar 05, 2011 12:03 pm

I placed the world war two book down on a table, and took a timid step towards the tunnel. As I walked through the dark, blinded, I could make out faint voices. "Schnell!"..."Schießen Sie! Schießen Sie!" I began to run towards the sound, trusting the voices for an odd reason. No sooner than the voices grew louder, I was thrown into bright sunlight. Again,I heard the voices, but they were now in my ear. "Are you stupid!?" A man barked at me. And I understood him. I didn't know what was going on and I didn't like it. Before I could ask, my own body took over. "No sir!" I replied, still wondering. "Then move!" He snarled.

I jumped to my feet, unsteadily, finding a new weight throwing me off balance. In my hands, I held a gun. I looked at him with uncertainty flashing in my eyes. "What am I..." I swallowed hard, "what am I supposed to do with this?" His eyes narrowed, and he smirked. "I don't know how you got into this army, boy, but..." I tuned the rest of his words out, as I began to glance around. Where was the entrance to the tunnel. "Sir, what year is this!?" I asked, desperate. "Did that fall do something to you?" He asked-nearly yelled. "It's 1940!" I shuddered, and stared down at the gun. No tunnel...no way out. I lifted my gaze to him, eyes lifeless. Was I stuck here? I had no time to think when a shot brought me back to earth. I swallowed hard, knowing what I had to do...

Hours passed, and I had no more strength to go on. That's when I collapsed, unconscious. I woke up but five minutes later, gasping in pain. Not only could I not breathe, but for some reason, my arm hurt like hell. My body took over again, leaving me powerless. "Verdammt!" I snarled. "Dumme Russen." A man, I presumed was a medic, peered over at me. His ice blue eyes traveled my body, as he studied me with intense scrutiny. "Quite a tongue you have there, Schmidt." He sported a rather grim smile, as if he hadn't been sure I would actually awaken that soon. Fighting my body and my mind, I managed out a few words, as they dripped with pain, "What the hell just happened to me?"

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