Exactly 15 years ago, this day, a girl named Emily came into Mr. Linden’s library. She seemed nice, with blond hair, blue eyes and freckles with cheeks you just wanted to squeeze. I warned her that some books were dangerous and some were not, but she didn’t listen to me her attitude didn’t match her face at all…
When I tried to tell her, she replied in such a rude manner.
“I don’t have to listen to you old man! I know how to choose my own books”
“Ok….” Mr.Linden said sternly”
“Don’t come to me when something goes wrong…” He said while walking away.”
Emily was 12 years old, but she looked like she was 15. Back then, before it all happened, she used to be all joyous and cheerful. Then her mother died…. and it was just her and her father. Who rarely comes home anymore other than to sleep or take a shower. You could say not having any love in life can change you forever…. just a little more love can change you from being a horrible, rotten to a sweet and caring person. When Emily got her grades down her father didn’t care, he didn’t even remember her birthday it just was a normal day to her father. She felt Emily had no friends so she ate next to the the trash can when it was lunch time she never listened to the teacher. Emily’s dad never came to talk to the teacher because well, he didn’t care about Emily at all he never asked her how was her day or anything they didn’t even talk to each other. She felt so left out…
Emily looked through the back of the library to find a book that she thought would at least even look interesting. She had read most of the books already and they just weren’t satisfying that hole in her heart, she just wanted to have someone to care about her, But she didn’t let anyone know that. She had a heart made of stone but deep down there was a piece of her heart that was still there, ready for someone to come and save it, waiting for someone to help her.
She was roaming through the aisles waiting for that interesting book to magically come to her, just like she was waiting for her mom to magically come back to life…. She could only wish. As she had walked down the same aisle over and over again for what it had seemed to be the 1,000th time, she saw a book that looked out of the ordinary. She was confused, she went down this aisle many times and looked at every single book but she hadn’t seen this one. She grabbed it and read the first page, it seemed to be a diary of a person named Thomas Finley. She searched up his name and nothing came up it was like he never existed. Emily took the diary but when she checked it out Mr. Linden came out of nowhere and said
“I’m warning you Emily do not take the journal, it’s dangerous.”
Emily thought about it for a minute, then she countered what he said with
“A journal can’t be haunted you old man! Maybe you should stop reading too much scary stories before you go to sleep.” And with that she strutted off.
She took the journal home and started to read it when she noticed the weird things in the jou started to happen to her she read the journal until she fell asleep but right before she fell asleep she read this….
“It was the day before the last day of school. I tried to make the vines not really noticeable by wearing long sleeve shirts, it is very hot but I would rather deal with that than deal with people knowing about the vines that are growing on me. I don’t know what I do when I pass out but, i’m sure it’s not good. I’ve been waking up with scars and scratches on my body…. Someone help me please! What’s happening to me?! The vines are growing
It ended there, the next page had been ripped off and she couldn’t read the rest.
“This isn’t true,” She scoffed. “This is just some scary ghost story that’s made up.”
With that happening she decided to call it a night and go to sleep. She had enough of reading this story and she didn’t want to read it anymore. She left the journal beside her and went to sleep . After about 30 minutes the journal opened on a page with mysterious drawings on it, it glowed a dark purple and then it stopped. Then, a vine started growing from the bottom of her nice new pair of shoes to her perfect blonde hair.
She woke up the next day with bits of vine poking out from underneath her skin when she saw it she screeched and went straight to Mr.Linden’s library.
“ Help me and undo whatever you did to me now!” She yelled.
“No.” He said firmly.
“What?”
“I said no.”
“Mr.Linden I will not take no for an answer.”
“I told you, don’t come to me when something goes wrong.”
And with that he walked away.
Emily ran home and cried in bed, he knew that what was happening to her wasn’t normal. You aren’t supposed to grow vines in your skin. Eventually she cried herself to sleep, not knowing what was about to happen.
She slept for 3 hours and woke up after she felt a bit itchy. She went to the bathroom and try to see what was wrong and took a look in the mirror. She screamed in terror as all of her legs were covered in vines, and once again she ran to Mr. Linden’s library. People ran away when they saw her, babies cried, and dogs barked like crazy. She cried the whole entire time getting there. When she got to his library she begged him to hear her out.
“Please Mr.Linden, help me.” She cried. “I’ve learned my lesson so just please…. Help me.”
He looked at her with a firm face and replied:
“I’m sorry but no, I will not help you. You haven’t truly learned your lesson. Now please leave my library.”
“FINE!” She yelled. “I don’t need your help anyways!”
She turned around and stomped away. Mr.Linden turned around and thought to himself:
“ he had warned her about the book. Now it was too late
And he walked away.
She ran home as fast as she could, she knew what she had to do. She set up a camera and went to sleep. She wanted see where the vines were coming from and how it happened. She went to sleep for the day hoping she could figure out what’s happening tomorrow.
She woke up with her whole entire left arm covered in vines and her right arm halfway covered. She got out of bed and rushed to the camera, and stopped the recording. She played the tape over and watched what happened during the night. She saw that the vines were coming from the journal and the page that it turned to. She quickly grabbed the journal and flipped the pages until she found the page with the drawing on it. There was writing on it but she couldn’t tell what it meant, and she didn’t want to know.
She grabbed the journal and ran to Mr.Linden’s library for what she hoped to be the last time, bust through the door and confronted him.
“Why in the world would you have a book in your library that does this to people?!” She yelled. “This book actually hurts people! But you know what? I’m going to get rid of it, and you can thank me when i’m done.”
She ran, ran as fast as she could, She knew she didn’t have a lot of time left because the vines were already up to her neck, and she could feel the air getting thinner. She went to her house and rushed to the fireplace. Where she then threw this terrible book into. As the book burned she could feel the air getting thicker, and she felt proud. She faced what was happening to her instead of running away. She knew that these past few days were the most important days of her life.
The End
