Old Buildings, Old Books
Saturday 1st February 2025, Story #398
I shouldn't be here. Everything in me was screaming to go back, so why do I keep going?
There's a reason the Manor is desserted. Good reason why no one comes here. And yet, see here, another step, sending up another little cloud of dust around my feet.
Reaching out cautiously, hoping to find a source of light, and something scuttles over my fingers. I pull back with a shriek, but it's muffled in the ancient air. It feels like l am breathing cobwebs.
The door at the end of the corridor swings open with a slow creeeak. I have never wanted anything more than I want to turn around and run. Just run, as far and fast asl can, away from here.
It's like there's a hook in my guts, and someone is pulling on its string... Every nerve in me is stretched tout, ready to snap.
I don't want to step over the threshold and through the door. I don't want to walk down the rows and rows of shelves. That old vanilla smel is sickly sweet in my throat, choking me.
As if I'd intended it all along, and yet without knowing I was going to do it, I reached up. The book seemed drawn to my touch, and fell open in my hands.
I managed to read a little of it before the pages riffled forward. Enough to see it was writing my life. Not just the significant things, either Things I'd forgotten. Personal things. There were, written in front of me, secrets I'd never have shared not even with a soulmate, had I believed in such things. Shameful things, that I'd tried to forget so thoroughly it was like they never happened...
...feet rooted to the spot, I am helpless to resist the outpouring of my soul on to the pages, until there is nothing left...
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Comments (13)
Wooohooooo congratulations on your Leaderboard placement! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
I love this LC, feels like such a great metaphor for an author's life!! Congrats on honourable mention this week!!
oh wow. Yes, we want to forget some things or be forgiven some things. Exposed….is … hard. Great story. books call to me when I go to library or store….
All those embarrassing things we did as young adults, I shudder to think....
I also jumped whe something scuttled. Excellent work.
You have such amazing phrasing. And breathing cobwebs is such a great image
What a way to die! I would loveeeeee that hehehehehe
Such a chilling conclusion! I love it! (Might also be something to be said for the writer and their craft)
Fantastic imagery in this - love something scuttling across the fingers. Think this is awesome and completely true how we pour our souls into our writing. Fab.
The last paragraph is a killer, LC. This might very well be how death happens.
So, like Tom Riddle from Harry Potter but with personal details! I loved this so much! Great work! I wonder what motivates the book! Fantastic details ❤️♥️❤️♥️💙
Great! This is a wonderful short story, L.C!
Damn L.C. You impress me every time. This has such a haunting chill running through every line. Like a writers life we pour ourselves in every book.