However, I totally love the excitement as well as the thriller of studying the exhilarating collection of urban myths. I can’t get enough. It’s like a hobby that I can’t quit—I’m addicted.
“It’s time to go Abbey” I heard the librarian calling.
Scheming through the last urban legend I sealed the book, furthermore, I looked across the spacious—empty hall at the large round clock, smiling. It struck five o’clock; I was late to confront my best friend who told me to be at the arcade—30 minutes ago!
While gathering my books, I made my way towards the ‘urban legends’ section to replace my borrowed books. I suddenly realised that the ‘check in’ desk was empty with the lights dead. Where did the Librarian go? I didn’t lose my nerves, she was probably around the back somewhere — I hope she is.
Placing the books on the shelves I rushed to the exit door. Twisting the handle, I tried to open it by pushing; but it wouldn’t. Why doesn’t it open? The librarian knew I was still here; it couldn’t be sealed, can it? I attempted to push open the door with all my force, still it wouldn’t undo.
Leaving this problem, I decided to look for the librarian to see if she knew the solution. What’s that? I heard a low pitch hissing noise in the air behind me. I ignored it at first, thinking that I imagined it and made my way down the aisle but stopped, another noise — noise of falling books, maybe it’s the librarian checking the shelves.
Creeping through the tall, dark, shadowy book shelves; I shifted my pupils from side to side to catch any glimpse of the librarian. Nothing — I couldn’t see any sign of her. I stopped. Tap; tap; tap, footsteps behind me, I shakily twisted around.
“ Who’s there?” I stammered. Nothingness answered me, tap; tap; tap, footsteps again to my right.
“Mrs Johnson, is that you?” I called the librarian’s name without receiving any response. Striding across the mosaic-designed floor, I headed towards the noise. It came from the same spot, I could hear the taping noise but it didn’t seem to move anywhere. I froze. Why? A cold –hard feeling made the hair at the back of my skin stand on end, making me shiver. What is going on here? I was petrified, scared out of my wits and worst of all I was alone. Curiously I faced the other way and saw; only the empty seats, book shelves and the round clock — nothing else. I strolled on ward, the air was warm here, so why did it feel cold a second ago?
I suddenly remembered the familiar events – the closed door, the disappearance of the librarian and the horrific noises. It was all in an urban legend I read earlier. How could I forget? I read that a young girl was mysteriously murdered. There was no clue of how it happened or who killed her. But it’s just a folk-tale, untrue. I wanted to think positive.
Finally I reached my destination; surprisingly the noise was coming from the ‘urban legends’ section. The taping stopped when I was at least 4 feet away, a new noise took its place — it was like someone trying to silent someone else – sshhsshhshss…
Is this a sick joke? Is someone trying to scare me? Who is making the noises? All these questions sprinting around my head, trying to find the answers. I began to whimper. I ceased the moaning, made my way forward, now 3 feet away, now 2 feet away and now a meter away. I turned the corner and shrieked.
“Agghhhhahha!” I dashed away; it came after me. My heart was stuck in my throat. It was about to explode. It was right behind me. I ran for my life!
I managed to turn into a corner and stood their paralysed; there was no way out. Both sides blocked, no doors or windows to climb out of. The evil came for me and I shrieked my last words.
“Aghhahahahhh!”
