Dressed to Kill_Nightmare in the Library_Into the Pages_Esmeralda's Red Shawl
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Dressed to Kill
“Wake up!” A voice in my head screamed. I felt a piercing headache drill into my brain. I grasped at my temple as I sat up on the single bed, I found myself in. I looked around the room and I could barely make out the blandest bedroom I had ever seen in my life. Whoever lived here had an obsession with dark grey. The curtains were in a smokey grey shade and were closed, keeping the room dark and soulless. The duvet and pillow under me were both also in some kind of shade of grey. There was a weird smell that lingered around the room. It was like bleach mixed with nutmeg or something to that ef...
Nightmare in the Library
Allison Danvers stood in between the stacks of books in the library on campus of the University of Washington. She took in the smell of the old books, a musty smell that wasn’t too strong. Her fingertips grazed the spines of the books on the shelf in front of her, feeling the texture of all the different kinds of book covers. She enjoyewww.onedoor.ccd the covers that almost felt like fabric and were older than most on the shelves. Allison preferred these books more because they had so much more history to them than just writing inside of them. Most of these books were second editions; the first editions lo...
Into the Pages
There was something in Doss Hall that shouldn’t be there.After a moment, Victoria opened the padlock and pushed the fence open, then unlocked the library’s front door. She stalled for a moment with her hand on the doorknob and glanced behind her. The black of night was all-consuming and she couldn’t see past her parked car right in front of her. The street lamp directly above flickered randomly until it completely stopped and went out. The emptiness of the cool, fall night sent chills down her body. She pulled the door open and let out a sigh questioning herself in her own mind as to what she ...
Esmeralda's Red Shawl
1、 The metal box rattled as she picked it up off the attic floor. Her fingers left marks in the dust frozen in time on the outside of the green-tinted box. Shaking it, she tried to guess it’s contents. “Coins? No, it sounds like one item. A pen? One of Uncle Pat’s war medals? Maybe a magic diamond that will make me rich and I can move to Ireland and become a sheep farmer?” She chuckled at the last guess. Looking at the latch she saw a dial lock, 4 digits, all sitting on 0. “Let’s see, Uncle Pat wore 28 in hockey, and 25 in baseball, so how about 2825?” She dialed the numbers. Nothing. Still...