It was around ten o'clock at night as I entered the large building, which was, of course, a public library. Not many people were there. It was just me, an older woman, and a young girl, who I'm assuming was her daughter. There weren't many books inside either, nor were there any shelves on the other side of the library. I didn't notice it at first. I headed straight for the books I needed for school, grabbed a few, and sat at the same table with the woman and her daughter. The woman was pretty. She had long dark hair, her eyes as dark as the night sky, and skin as pale as a ghost. She smiled at me when I gave a little nod as I took my seat. The little girl looked exactly like her mother, except for her eyes. They were a shade of emerald green. Quite beautiful.
I realized I was missing one more book I needed, so I got up to look for it. Still, I hadn't noticed the other half of the library that was empty. I sat down on one of the chairs, pressing the power button on the computer in front of me. The computers weren't working. I stared at the blank screen as I continued to click on the power button repeatedly, then knelt down to see if it was plugged in. It was. Confused, I began heading towards the other half of the room. Maybe there was something there that I could use to help me look for this damn book. Boy, was I wrong.
The room was suddenly dark. It was colder now. I grabbed my phone, and turned on the flash. Beneath me, the floors were torn apart. It was filled with scratch marks, as were the walls. The shelves were replaced by large cardboard stands, the air filled with dust particles. It was as if this library was abandoned for many years now. There was a pit in my stomach. My phone died, and, once again, it was pitch black. I couldn't see anything ahead of me besides the one flickering light across the room, and the light being shone from the other half of the library I just came from. My heart began to pound against my chest, faster and faster. I shut my eyes, and instantly dashed back to the other side.
The woman looked at me as she stroked her daughter's hair. I turned to look at the abandoned half of the library. It was well lit, nothing seemed out of the ordinary except for the emptiness within it. I shook my head. It was just my imagination. Right? I sat down with the two others in the room. The little girl dropped her crayons, and suddenly ran into the other half of the library. Was she seeing what I saw? I wasn't sure, until I heard her scream at the top of her lungs. My first instinct was to run away, but if something was wrong, I should be here to help. So I got up and ran to the little girl as she re-entered the room we were in. She seemed to be different, acting differently. She just stood there, staring deep into my eyes. There was that pit in my stomach again. My heart almost stopped when our eyes locked. It was like the life was being sucked out of me the longer I looked into her eyes. She looked away all of a sudden, back to her normal self as she began to cry out, "mommy." My heart began beating again, and the pit in my stomach was gone.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" her mother asked. The little girl whispered into her ear. I ignored it, and turned back to my books, when the woman walked into the other half of the room. The little girl ran towards me, grabbing at my leg. I stared at her for a moment until her mother came back to the half of the room we were in. When I looked back her way, the same feeling came back. My heart stopped as my eyes met hers. It's not her. I know it's not her. As soon as I broke our gaze, she lunged at me with a knife at her hand. My eyes widened, and I began to run the other way. I could hear the little girl's screams as the woman chased after me, yelling "mommy's a sinner" over and over again. I wanted to scream, but nothing would come out whenever I opened my mouth. I lost my footing, and tripped over my own feet. My knees and hands met the ground, and I held myself there for a second, trying to get up. The woman pushed me back down, turned me over and drove the knife into my stomach. My eyes widened at the sight of blood, the pain shooting through my body. I screamed as the woman repeatedly stuck the knife into my stomach. She stared into my eyes as she took my life. It wasn't her, though. Something had taken over her body. As my life came to an end, the last thing I saw was the little girl at the door, smiling at me.
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My eyes shot open as I instantly sat up, trying to catch my breath while looking around to make sure I was okay. I was at home in bed. I reached out and grabbed my phone to check the time. It was four in the morning. This was all just a bad dream. I lied down on my back once I could breathe at normal intervals, staring at the ceiling. I very clearly remember those little emerald green eyes watching me as I died. I couldn't go back to sleep for the rest of the night.
