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If I were you...
Jan. 1st, 2014 06:12 pmThe lights are all out. It's only 7pm on a Saturday night and the lights are all out. The library is closed abnormally early and for no apparent reason. There was no notice, there's no signage, and Wedgeley isn't answering his phone.
While the front doors are locked up tight, there's a side door left ajar and a sticky trail of something on the ground leading right through it, down a hall, and down the back stairs that go to the basement. It's dark down there, too. Mostly.
Something's in there. The typically musty scent has been replaced with something more coppery and the faint smell of a fire that was burning not long ago. It's hard to tell without a light-- no, something's definitely moving. Shifting slowly. Dragging... dragging something behind it through the cramped spaces between shelves that hold the oldest and most important books in Wedgeley's possession. Any light that makes it down here will glint off razor sharp teeth and a pair of glasses.
While the front doors are locked up tight, there's a side door left ajar and a sticky trail of something on the ground leading right through it, down a hall, and down the back stairs that go to the basement. It's dark down there, too. Mostly.
Something's in there. The typically musty scent has been replaced with something more coppery and the faint smell of a fire that was burning not long ago. It's hard to tell without a light-- no, something's definitely moving. Shifting slowly. Dragging... dragging something behind it through the cramped spaces between shelves that hold the oldest and most important books in Wedgeley's possession. Any light that makes it down here will glint off razor sharp teeth and a pair of glasses.
