Chapter 1
As I snuck into the library I senses something was not right. A death freezing quiver slithered down my spine like a slippery python.
Once I entered the library, the horrible feeling attacked me once more. The bright moonlight glinted through the glass panes on the roof and the stain glass panels of the wall.
I went into the reading room as I felt a distinct yet clear and determined voice that urged me to the reading room.
"Release me" suddenly said a mysterious voice in my head. I was taken by surprise, then I felt the urge to dash out of the library and never come back again.
"It is because of your ancestors that I am trapped. And only you can free me." The voice howled, it sounded sinister and powerful. But there was a hint of sorrow in it. I had a pang of sympathy come to me and I wanted to help whoever was speaking to me.
It was the middle of the night in the old and enormous library with the walls lined with old, thick books.
I want to get out of the library. I don't care about this mysterious voice wanting to be released. It's all a trick.
"Please don't leave me alone. You're the only one who can help me." The continuous voice pleaded. "How can you read my mind?" I half whispered as I couldn't trust myself to speak. "Oh, you haven't hear of me then!" It said sounding surprised.
"I'm the one your great grandfather imprisoned using the magic object passed down to him. He turned me into a carved lion in the wall." Then why am I the only one that can help you, I thought.
"Because only the first born of every generation of your great grandfather can undo the spell if they find the enchanted object David Scott Mitchell, your great grandfather used to imprison me into a carving into his library, reading room. I shall be free. But your grandfather and father would not oblige to help me although I called them to the library and pleased with them. Now you are my only hope. You decide if I can get out of the spell your wicked great grandfather put over me.
Chapter 2
I started to remember a rumor about this mysterious creature. Was it true? This creature had attacked the owner of the library.
My great grandfather turned him into a stone carving into the walls of the library. My great grandfather had a knife which could carve things and send anyone or anything into it. But the spirit would haunt the room in which it was carved into.
My great grandfather must have had a reason to turn this person into a carve lion. I wasn’t prepared to find out why. I ran for the door, the suddenly. “BOOM!” As I turned around to see what happened, I saw an ominous monster in all black emerge from the dark shadows. Suddenly I saw black and white fire right up behind me and I saw the monster ripping the neatly tidied books in the shelves and flinging the precious book across the room and lighting them up with a special chemical or fire.
This mysterious creature also destroyed anything owned by DS Mitchell and all his precious artifacts and collections. Suddenly people all around came rushing towards the library causing havoc. They were all being mind controlled by this mysterious character. I abandoned the library never wanting this experience again.
Chapter 3
As people from the nearby towns come streaming in the library, i desperately search for a place of refuge. Panicking as I become surrounded by people with blank eyes I dash underneath a desk which happened to be D.S. Mitchell's ancient desk, I hoped that the monster would not find me here.
Hearing running feet coming in my direction, I hurriedly shifted closer to the wall. Suddenly I felt a knob in the wall, I turned it and before my astonished eyes a dark passage yawned out before me.
But I didn't have time to think, without thinking I jumped into the Ominous passage as I heard voices. I closed the trapdoor not knowing my surroundings and not knowing how to open the door from the inside.
Chapter 4
After a few hours had passed, everything seemed to pause suddenly the peace in the library resumed. It was now early in the morning and the library was beginning to open. The early morning staff and people slowly drifted in staring in awe and devastation at the damage.
I realized the monster must have disappeared. I crept out slowly drifting back into the David Scott Mitchell reading room.
Once I put one foot into the reading room cautiously, with a roar the monster springs out of a pile of books.
As the monster roared, creating a force pulling people in. I remember a small dagger with a note I found in the small underground passage I hid in whilst everyone was causing commotion although they didn’t know it. The note had said this was the only weapon that could defeat or banish this monster.
As I thought, this was my only chance to save the entire world from this Monster.
Taking a deep breath, I threw the dagger at the monster. Pushing us all away with a super natural force with a loud scream of defeat the monster disappeared once and for all.
Things begun to get back to normal, picking up books and repairing damage and the general reading, borrowing, returning and studying. But whenever someone from my family goes to the state library, we can hear the slight angry muttering of the monster.
The mystery of the monster was never solved.
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