The cover of the jet black book was covered in thick dust, as if someone had left the book for years. As I wiped the dust of the book, the dust covered my hand and turned it black.

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The book

I walked through the gigantic two doors that led into the library. It was rather modern with computer on the left, and the book on the right. But right in the dark far end corner of the library were the book was kept, I walk towards there. As I walked further down the library, the smell of the air freshener was fading, the floor was much dirty and looked like it hasn’t been hovered for some time. Then there it was in front of me, the book that every kid in the school feared of opening, the horror of the consceques it will give you, the apparently different world you will enter. It was on an ancient brown wooded book shelf that was just able to stand up. It had gold triangles on each corner of the book shelf. I gently took the fragile book of the shelf. The cover of the jet black book was covered in thick dust, as if someone had left the book for years. As I wiped the dust of the book, the dust covered my hand and turned it black. The book is extremely thick it must be the width of my arm at least. It’s really heavy like a bucket full of water. The book looks very worn, the cover of it just readable saying “what really happens after death?” with the horrible scingfent picture of death, the grim reaper with a sort of blade in his right hand.

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As I held the book I kept thinking of the things people told me about it like “you’ll never be seen again after reading a page of it” and “people die from just looking at it!”. Well I know the last one is false as I am looking at it now, and I’m not dead. As I turn the front cover of the book, I wondered what was going to happen were the things people telling me about the book be true, will I never be seen again or will I even die! As I looked at the first page, ...

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