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Secret of the silent librarian
Chapter 1 Mystery of time
“And this is the sydney Harbour bridge.” I yawned, as my teacher listed all the possible ways to bomb the sydney harbour ( seriously, who would do that?)We were on the bus heading to the state library. The weather was storming. I was excited, not because of the two million books but because I could sneak away to the look at the interesting collection.
When we arrived I was the first one to get out of the bus. There it was, standing solemnly in the rain. The large building looked sinister in the rain and storm. By this time the class should’ve gotten out. I looked back, the bus was not there! Then I looked at my apple watch, it was exactly 12:38pm. Of all the peculiar things that happened to me this was the most crazy.
Running to the entrance I noticed something, a murder of crows. I approached the door. With simple pull of the door handel I was in the library.
Chapter 2 Mr david scott Mitchell
Advancing towards the Mitchell reading room I felt scared.
Goose bumps were creeping up my arm. This was not good. Every step I took, the courage inside me lessened.
After what seemed like an hour of creeping toward the reading room I was there.
Everything seemed normal until I saw the shelves.
Books were arranging themselves, gliding through the air. The books all seemed dead. A sort of wispy mist energy was being channelled from a unknown hand. This was very, very bad.
Then I saw a figure suspended in the air. Its form was flickering like a candle. The exquisitely patterned ceiling was glowing as if it was blessed by thee figures presence. The figure was gliding very slowly, using the mysterious energy to arrange the books. Suddenly he spoke, “I am expecting YOU Miss Molly Mcguire.” He spoke quite calmly. His voice was ringing in my head. “It is time” he continued. “I am Mr David Scott Mitchell, you will refer to me as the silent Librarian.
Chapter 1 Mystery of time
“And this is the sydney Harbour bridge.” I yawned, as my teacher listed all the possible ways to bomb the sydney harbour ( seriously, who would do that?)We were on the bus heading to the state library. The weather was storming. I was excited, not because of the two million books but because I could sneak away to the look at the interesting collection.
When we arrived I was the first one to get out of the bus. There it was, standing solemnly in the rain. The large building looked sinister in the rain and storm. By this time the class should’ve gotten out. I looked back, the bus was not there! Then I looked at my apple watch, it was exactly 12:38pm. Of all the peculiar things that happened to me this was the most crazy.
Running to the entrance I noticed something, a murder of crows. I approached the door. With simple pull of the door handel I was in the library.
Chapter 2 Mr david scott Mitchell
Advancing towards the Mitchell reading room I felt scared.
Goose bumps were creeping up my arm. This was not good. Every step I took, the courage inside me lessened.
After what seemed like an hour of creeping toward the reading room I was there.
Everything seemed normal until I saw the shelves.
Books were arranging themselves, gliding through the air. The books all seemed dead. A sort of wispy mist energy was being channelled from a unknown hand. This was very, very bad.
Then I saw a figure suspended in the air. Its form was flickering like a candle. The exquisitely patterned ceiling was glowing as if it was blessed by thee figures presence. The figure was gliding very slowly, using the mysterious energy to arrange the books. Suddenly he spoke, “I am expecting YOU Miss Molly Mcguire.” He spoke quite calmly. His voice was ringing in my head. “It is time” he continued. “I am Mr David Scott Mitchell, you will refer to me as the silent Librarian.