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Chapter 2
The Discoveries
“What the?” I asked, more confused than a polar bear playing (or trying to play) tennis.
“Can’t you see me? I’m literally right in front of ya!” said the deep male voice.
“Uh… no…”
“Oh yeah! I totally forgot! I’m a ghost!” the voice said, and a misty figure appeared in front of me!
“AARRGGHH! Who in the name of Taylor Swift are you?!” I screamed.
“Why, I’m David S. Mitchell, the founder of this magnificent library!” the ghost announced proudly.
“Riiiiight… why are you still here?”
“I got trapped in the freezer,” David said cheerfully.
“Okay…”
“Yeah.”
“Right.”
“Uhh, why are you here?” asked David, more curious than a beaver in a hotel.
“This,” I said, pulling the note from Tobias out of my shirt pocket and showing it to David.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. I’d go home ASAP if I were you.”
“Why?”
“All people who have entered this library because of mysterious notes requesting them to come here, are in their graves!” said David, creepily.
GULP! “A…a…are you sure?” I stammered.
“100%.”
“Oh, help me LORD!” I said, falling to my knees.
“Um…okay…”
It took what felt like forever for me to get over it, yet it was only 20 minutes.
“Um…would you like me to guide you through this glamorous library?” David said, his voice raising proudly.
“Uh, sure!” I said, my hopes raising a little bit.
“Alrighty, so first…”
*** 30 MINUTES LATER ***
“…And here we have some ancient diaries from well known people, such as Dorothea Mackellar, Henry Lawson, Roald Dahl and more!”
“Hold on! Can I please have a look at one of these diaries?” I asked, more excited than the King on his 105th birthday.
“Knock yourself out! Not literally.”
“Thanks!”
I walked over to the diaries and picked up the one marked ‘Elwyn White’. I flicked it open to a random page. In unusual cursive writing, it read:
‘YOU’RE DEAD MEAT! Signed, Tiobas’
I read it out loud to David.
“Who’s Tiobas?” I asked.
“Who knows? It could be Lady Ga-Ga for all I care!” said David.
“Tonight, I die!!” I cried.
“Stop being such a baby!” exclaimed David, as he pushed me into the wall.
Suddenly, I was at Tobias’ house!
“What the…?!”
The old building looked heart-stoppingly creepy in the moonlight. How did I get here?
I turned around and walked forward. Then, I was back in the library!
“Where’d you go?” asked David.
“Tobias’ house!” I said, a little dazed.
“Aaahh…how?”
“The wall.”
“Riight.”
The Discoveries
“What the?” I asked, more confused than a polar bear playing (or trying to play) tennis.
“Can’t you see me? I’m literally right in front of ya!” said the deep male voice.
“Uh… no…”
“Oh yeah! I totally forgot! I’m a ghost!” the voice said, and a misty figure appeared in front of me!
“AARRGGHH! Who in the name of Taylor Swift are you?!” I screamed.
“Why, I’m David S. Mitchell, the founder of this magnificent library!” the ghost announced proudly.
“Riiiiight… why are you still here?”
“I got trapped in the freezer,” David said cheerfully.
“Okay…”
“Yeah.”
“Right.”
“Uhh, why are you here?” asked David, more curious than a beaver in a hotel.
“This,” I said, pulling the note from Tobias out of my shirt pocket and showing it to David.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. I’d go home ASAP if I were you.”
“Why?”
“All people who have entered this library because of mysterious notes requesting them to come here, are in their graves!” said David, creepily.
GULP! “A…a…are you sure?” I stammered.
“100%.”
“Oh, help me LORD!” I said, falling to my knees.
“Um…okay…”
It took what felt like forever for me to get over it, yet it was only 20 minutes.
“Um…would you like me to guide you through this glamorous library?” David said, his voice raising proudly.
“Uh, sure!” I said, my hopes raising a little bit.
“Alrighty, so first…”
*** 30 MINUTES LATER ***
“…And here we have some ancient diaries from well known people, such as Dorothea Mackellar, Henry Lawson, Roald Dahl and more!”
“Hold on! Can I please have a look at one of these diaries?” I asked, more excited than the King on his 105th birthday.
“Knock yourself out! Not literally.”
“Thanks!”
I walked over to the diaries and picked up the one marked ‘Elwyn White’. I flicked it open to a random page. In unusual cursive writing, it read:
‘YOU’RE DEAD MEAT! Signed, Tiobas’
I read it out loud to David.
“Who’s Tiobas?” I asked.
“Who knows? It could be Lady Ga-Ga for all I care!” said David.
“Tonight, I die!!” I cried.
“Stop being such a baby!” exclaimed David, as he pushed me into the wall.
Suddenly, I was at Tobias’ house!
“What the…?!”
The old building looked heart-stoppingly creepy in the moonlight. How did I get here?
I turned around and walked forward. Then, I was back in the library!
“Where’d you go?” asked David.
“Tobias’ house!” I said, a little dazed.
“Aaahh…how?”
“The wall.”
“Riight.”