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Call
I wouldn’t call it a longing or a call. More of an insane action you do, when you're freaked out and shelter is the spooky library at night. Sorry, I have to use high tense words as my teacher says. The super-natural library. My vivid imagination is why this story is very bone chilling. I was desperate, we all were desperate. Especially my teacher. She had just gotten her hair done and didn’t want it ruined. So after the six painfully long hours we spent wandering the library, we returned five minutes later as a sound breaking storm loomed over us. I looked up, my heart racing. The stone cold arches loomed over us entwining together as the shadows danced across the ceiling. The large doors stared down at us daring us to come into the ghosted library. I pushed to the front of the group, towards the door and out of the night. I stared up at one of the reflecting windows squinting in. Then a flash of lighting lit up the window a silhouette of a hunchbacked man. Staring at me. I suddenly hated being in the back wanting to scramble from this ominous library. Then the doors swung open, screeching in the darkness. As a sea of students swept through the door I creeped inside. Then I felt the call.
Guide: very unique guide!
I separated from the group, something drawing me to the staircase. The darkness engulfed me, settling on my skin. But I kept walking, my shoes clicking against the marble floor. The decorated floor swayed beneath me all I could hear, feel, see, was the call. The last of my classmates disappeared around the corner. I didn’t hesitate. The call wanted me. Then something hit me. Literally. I crashed to the ground. I breathed ragged long breaths. In the shadows, there was a movement. I could see an outline of a starving dog. No, it stepped into the light. How. In the library. A dingo. It took rasping huge breaths, I could see the outline of her bones. She was hungry. Her dusty sand stroked coat memorised me. She had intelligent eyes. I noticed. Right before she lunged at me. The dingo pinned me down, claws outstretched, on my throat. “Why are you in the Library? He'll get you.” She growled threateningly “you're the first person I saw”. She could talk. What the? Sizing me up she grunted her disapproval. “Now I have to be your guide, the names Leona”
Mitchell Vestibule Room
“What, how, no, I…urrr, YOUR A DINGO. IN THE LIBRARY!”I splutter. “ Wow thanks for noticing, '' she muttered sarcastically. I stared at my shoes. Breathing in deep breaths. Tears formed in my eye, I used to have a dog. He had looked like Leona, except less Dingo. I force back the tears and stand up. Staring down at the sarcastic dingo. “What did you mean guide?” I question, remembering what she had said earlier. Leona opens her mouth, taking in small breaths, then a crash emoted from the Mitchell Vestibule room. Leona sprung up, bounding towards the noise. I run after her, panting as I enter the room. I look around the room. The beautiful stone arches glow white. The decorated floor seemed alive with a story. I look at Leona. Her eyes are wide open, in fear. She’s staring at something on the floor. I follow her gaze. To a stain on the floor. A blood stain.
I wouldn’t call it a longing or a call. More of an insane action you do, when you're freaked out and shelter is the spooky library at night. Sorry, I have to use high tense words as my teacher says. The super-natural library. My vivid imagination is why this story is very bone chilling. I was desperate, we all were desperate. Especially my teacher. She had just gotten her hair done and didn’t want it ruined. So after the six painfully long hours we spent wandering the library, we returned five minutes later as a sound breaking storm loomed over us. I looked up, my heart racing. The stone cold arches loomed over us entwining together as the shadows danced across the ceiling. The large doors stared down at us daring us to come into the ghosted library. I pushed to the front of the group, towards the door and out of the night. I stared up at one of the reflecting windows squinting in. Then a flash of lighting lit up the window a silhouette of a hunchbacked man. Staring at me. I suddenly hated being in the back wanting to scramble from this ominous library. Then the doors swung open, screeching in the darkness. As a sea of students swept through the door I creeped inside. Then I felt the call.
Guide: very unique guide!
I separated from the group, something drawing me to the staircase. The darkness engulfed me, settling on my skin. But I kept walking, my shoes clicking against the marble floor. The decorated floor swayed beneath me all I could hear, feel, see, was the call. The last of my classmates disappeared around the corner. I didn’t hesitate. The call wanted me. Then something hit me. Literally. I crashed to the ground. I breathed ragged long breaths. In the shadows, there was a movement. I could see an outline of a starving dog. No, it stepped into the light. How. In the library. A dingo. It took rasping huge breaths, I could see the outline of her bones. She was hungry. Her dusty sand stroked coat memorised me. She had intelligent eyes. I noticed. Right before she lunged at me. The dingo pinned me down, claws outstretched, on my throat. “Why are you in the Library? He'll get you.” She growled threateningly “you're the first person I saw”. She could talk. What the? Sizing me up she grunted her disapproval. “Now I have to be your guide, the names Leona”
Mitchell Vestibule Room
“What, how, no, I…urrr, YOUR A DINGO. IN THE LIBRARY!”I splutter. “ Wow thanks for noticing, '' she muttered sarcastically. I stared at my shoes. Breathing in deep breaths. Tears formed in my eye, I used to have a dog. He had looked like Leona, except less Dingo. I force back the tears and stand up. Staring down at the sarcastic dingo. “What did you mean guide?” I question, remembering what she had said earlier. Leona opens her mouth, taking in small breaths, then a crash emoted from the Mitchell Vestibule room. Leona sprung up, bounding towards the noise. I run after her, panting as I enter the room. I look around the room. The beautiful stone arches glow white. The decorated floor seemed alive with a story. I look at Leona. Her eyes are wide open, in fear. She’s staring at something on the floor. I follow her gaze. To a stain on the floor. A blood stain.