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Standing miserably on the cold sandstone path that surrounded the Mitchell Library, the white, mysterious glow of the moon shone down on Ronan Richardson’s back, as he stood there, waiting. The time was 11:57p.m., when the streets were deserted, and all you could hear was the odd car zooming past, the distinct sound echoing through the alleys and corridors between buildings. Looking at his pocket watch, Ronan continued forward purposefully, slowly, and gradually ascending the yellow stairs, to the grand entrance of this architectural masterpiece.
With the solid wooden doors standing proud and tall in front of him, Ronan slowly edged the doors open, creeping inside, without setting off any unnecessary alarms. Inside the library, all he could see was the darkness of the library’s endless corridors and rooms. Looking around he spotted what he was looking for, a book the size of a fingernail was perfectly taped on the outer edge of a stair railing, guiding Ronan upstairs. Once he was on the second floor, he continued into the grand hall of the Mitchell Room, taking out book upon book upon book, until it was impossible to distinguish the floor from the endless pages.
“It must be somewhere.” He muttered to himself, searching through pages rigorously. Suddenly he heard metal keys banging against each other. Rushing into the darkness of a ebony black shadow, he remained perfectly still, till he spotted, over on the other end, a headless man, with paws instead of hands, lurking through the corridor. Petrified, Ronan made a run for it, trying to make as less noise as possible.
Escaping the Mitchell study room, Ronan’s heart was still pounding furiously, he was completely perplexed as to what he had seen. Obscure questions kept rolling into his head: was it real he thought to himself, was I hallucinating was another thought he contemplated. He pictured the endless rows of paintings and artifacts on display in the grand hall, the old books and the beautiful mosaics that lined the edges. He knew something was off, something was strange, but he couldn’t figure out what.
Edging down the corridor, Ronan kept his eyes peeled for the strange man that was loitering around the library. Every time he would hear even a little screech, Ronan would jump up in fright, knowing this could be the end of him. But the creature never came, Ronan couldn’t spot it, wherever he went, it was like the monster that had disappeared into thin air.
With the solid wooden doors standing proud and tall in front of him, Ronan slowly edged the doors open, creeping inside, without setting off any unnecessary alarms. Inside the library, all he could see was the darkness of the library’s endless corridors and rooms. Looking around he spotted what he was looking for, a book the size of a fingernail was perfectly taped on the outer edge of a stair railing, guiding Ronan upstairs. Once he was on the second floor, he continued into the grand hall of the Mitchell Room, taking out book upon book upon book, until it was impossible to distinguish the floor from the endless pages.
“It must be somewhere.” He muttered to himself, searching through pages rigorously. Suddenly he heard metal keys banging against each other. Rushing into the darkness of a ebony black shadow, he remained perfectly still, till he spotted, over on the other end, a headless man, with paws instead of hands, lurking through the corridor. Petrified, Ronan made a run for it, trying to make as less noise as possible.
Escaping the Mitchell study room, Ronan’s heart was still pounding furiously, he was completely perplexed as to what he had seen. Obscure questions kept rolling into his head: was it real he thought to himself, was I hallucinating was another thought he contemplated. He pictured the endless rows of paintings and artifacts on display in the grand hall, the old books and the beautiful mosaics that lined the edges. He knew something was off, something was strange, but he couldn’t figure out what.
Edging down the corridor, Ronan kept his eyes peeled for the strange man that was loitering around the library. Every time he would hear even a little screech, Ronan would jump up in fright, knowing this could be the end of him. But the creature never came, Ronan couldn’t spot it, wherever he went, it was like the monster that had disappeared into thin air.