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[iffrey]

My Strange Library (Chapter 1)

My library is strange. I am the Librarian, and as such, I am in charge of all the odd things and happenings in this place. I sit in my little cove, reading an ancient book that bleeds black ink into my hands as I turn the pages. That's when I hear the tinkling of the bell at the door, and I raise my eyes to face the figure who walks into the library. She is around my age, with blonde hair and pale brown skin, her eyes like diamonds.

She walks into the main aisle of the library, the one containing non-fiction stories. I frown and stand up, walking over to the woman. She looks up at me, adjusting her jeans skirt and pink blouse.

"Can I help you?" I ask her, my tone polite and even.

"Yeah, uh .... I'm looking for a particular book. One thats kinda .... rare."

"Alright. Do you know what it's called?"

"Um, I think it's called The Empaeriym."

My heart skips a beat, my hands starting to sweat, making the ink that spilled on them flow once more. She does not seem to notice that, until a pool of ink falls to the floor, and swirls into the shadow beast that is behind me now. She gasps, horror etched on her face.

"What the fuck is that?" she asks shakily.

"Oh, this?" I ask, gesturing behind me to the creature. She just nods, mouth agape. "Don't mind her. She's a guardian of this place."

"Um, okay," she says, stretching the "o" in the word. She slowly turns back to the stacks, and sighs.  "I'm not sure what the book looks like."

"I know," I say. I turn, brushing past the shadow creature that towers over me. She follows me deeper into the library and the girl slowly trails after us. I pick up the book I'd been reading before, and turn back to the girl. The shadow creature snarls low in her throat, and the girl winces.

"Um, why is your shadow thingy here?" she asks me, her tone clearly nervous.

"She's just got my back, this is a dangerous book that cannot leave the walls of this library," I say.

"Oh, okay. Can I.... read some of it here?"

I nod.  "Yes, here, I'll take you to the reading area."

We walk into the area filled with couches, chairs, and tables here and there. I gesture to one table, within eyeshot of my own little reading cove by the desk. The girl sits down and starts to read the book. She's anxious, so I walk over to the desk and sit, letting the shadow watch her.

The sound of skittering draws my attention back up to reality, as I'd been reading yet again. The girl is gone, as is my shadow creature. Dread coiling like lead in my gut, I jump up and start to search for them. There's a clicking sound that's growing louder the closer I get to the stacks that hold our history books are.

I round the corner of the aisle, and freeze. The girl's not here. Neither is the shadow.  Instead, there's a small, chittering insect-like creature pulling itself from a book, which is on its back, open on the floor. The chittering creature has the appearance of a mix between a scorpion and a spider, and its chitinous body is black and shiny. It clicks and skitters away from me, racing down the aisle.

Swearing under my breath, I chase after the thing. But I do not get far. Because standing at the end of another aisle is a Spidermaiden. No, not a knockoff of Spider-Man. These things are much, much worse. Like a centaur, but with the body of a spider, and the torso of a woman. Her full breasts are covered in thick silk, but that's the only part of her covered. She makes a soft clicking sound to the insect, and it chitters, dancing in front of her.

Her long, black hair and equally black eyes seem to absorb the flourecent lights above us. Her spider body is massive and her eight legs tap as she steps forward, her attention finally landing on me.

"Oh, look at you," she croons in a warped voice. She steps closer to me, the insect following her. She tilts her head to the side and smirks, showing me her tiny fangs like needles in her mouth. "The Librarian all alone, struggling to keep us all under control. One curious mind is screwing everything up, isn't she?"

"What do you know about this?" I demand.

"No more than you, I'd guess," she answers, her eyes gleaming.  "But I'll say this. That girl who came in looking for The Empaeriym is not a human. A lot like you, she's also from a book. But the thing is .... which one is she from? Oh, the questions swirling in your head. Oh, how wonderful! This is getting very, very interesting."

I swallow hard.  I am from The Empaeriym, I just don't like to admit it. All Librarians are from a book in their collection. I am no exception. And because of that, I am not human, and so, I can do things that most people who walk into this Library can't. But if that girl is indeed from a book.... then why haven't I seen her before? Or heard of her? I've been the Librarian for 20 years, despite the fact that I look like I am only 22.  But that girl ....

The Spidermaiden clicks her tongue and shakes her head. The insect at her feet shrieks and charges at me. I jump to the side at the last second, and the insect crashes into a cart full of books. I swear under my breath again as I see three books fall and open, ink spilling onto the floor.

A wall of crows swarms around me, frantically flapping their black wings and cawing loudly. Then, a man appears. Beside him is two new creatures, beings from new books appear from the inky pools.  The one looks like a gray wolf, only the size of a horse. The other is a massive snake.

"One Librarian, against all of us," the Spidermaiden says, chuckling.  "You're done for, girl."

I glare at the man, who is also chuckling and grinning at me. He flicks his wrists, and a murder of crows bursts forth, flying right at me. They swarm me, pecking and clawing at my skin. I cry out, my inky blood spilling across my pale flesh, and onto my clothes.

The insect thing beside the Spidermaiden comes at me, stinging me in the back with its scorpion tail. I scream, my legs failing me as I collapse to the floor. The snake coils itself around me, and the wolf bares its sharp teeth as it glares at me.

The Spidermaiden and the Crow Killer (yes, that's the man's name) come over to me, both grinning. 

I cannot move. Im paralyzed.  And if I don't try to fight it, I will likely be the cause of death for countless poor, innocent humans.

"Good luck fighting the paralysis, girl," sneers the Crow Killer.

I can't speak. I can barely even breathe. I just stare as the Crow Killer dissolves into a murder of crows, and then he and his friend the Spidermaiden leave. And then, the venom from the sting kicks in full force, and I black out.

To be continued.....

Authors note: There is a chapter two, and I'm gonna try aiming for six chapters in this story. This is a Creepypasta story I'm writing. I have been posting this story on Wattpad under the story "Book of Nightmares" by me, Ravin_Raven! If you'd like to read chapter two, tell me please, and I will post it. But for now, this is just up as a taste of my horror works. I will post other stories, like poems, but this one in particular is up on Wattpad first. So follow me there if you enjoyed this one! It'd be much appreciated!

[bereft-of-frogs]

There’s that post that’s like ‘everyone should get into a tiny niche fandom at least once’ fully agree, that was really fun -- but I would like to add that everyone should get into a fandom where their opinions run counter to major fanon because it really teaches you about sticking to your guns and trusting your interpretation of the text without having to rely on peer validation

because WHAT are people talking about sometimes

[jade-len]

yeah twink shen yuan this hunky binghe that, in all honesty the image of some scruffy awkwardly tall lanky mid 20's nerd with a half shaven tired face standing next to a seemingly perfect almost androgynous gorgeous beauty of a man is 5x more hilarious, bc imagine witnessing an absolute supermodel influencer (who's known to be a ladykiller) crying and clinging to some guy who looks like he's on the verge of having a midlife crisis at only 24 tiredly patting said supermodel's head and in a deep dead pan voice saying, "no dumpling, you can't murder that girl just because she said my xianxia themed legos were stupid." like you can't tell me that the stark contrast and impact would be nearly the same if it were your typical twink sy and hunk binghe.

[inkskinned]

we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.

"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."

i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.

you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"

i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.

what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.

i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.

"don't make a big deal about this," you said.

this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.

"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.

you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."

the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.

afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."

[camestela]

“In all possibilities only you… can show me this” _ ig

[bittsandpieces]

this pic brought to you by waterfalls coming out your mouth by glass animals

[timecase]

Best conversations I've had with my partner

[bubblingsteam]

dilf twink and his drop dead gorgeous wife (+their daughters). Also they're t4t its canon kui told me herself

[cozylittleartblog]

Columbo and the Knight (1984)

put me in the universe where Columbo ran through the 1980s and had a crossover episode with Knight Rider. I think they deserved it, and I am not just saying that because they're my two favorite Old Shows. @telebeast wrote a little fanfic blurb about it and I HAD to visualize it into a comic (which is also the longest comic I have finished thus far at five pages...), so writing credit goes to them.

Autism W!

[lonely-fried-art]

assortment of shitposts for your viewing pleasure

[horsemeatluvr23]

i had a dream where etho accidentally called bdubs 'john' on stream,, and in retaliation bdubs said 'yes horace'..... and that's how we found out etho's real name is freaking. Horace.

[teaboot]

Social anxiety level: Chatting with someone experiencing a schizophrenic episode and becoming increasingly self-concious of how I'm just saying "That sounds really stressful", "I've never heard of that but it sounds scary", and "You must be pretty worried about that" over and over again

[civetcider]

there is no where in my room with good lighting where you can't see it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[dollya-robinprotector]

That one event when PC sleeps in History class and wakes up with cum on their hand. It's not the only one, but, like......

No just let me delulu okay just LET ME THINK IT'S THE HIGH CONFIDENCE ROBIN and this is the premise we need for Somnophilia Ronin okay "no one seems to notice" BUT IF YOU LOOK TO YOUR SIDE HONAY MAYBE YOU LL SEE SOMEONE IS BLUSHING JUST LET ME DREAM PLEASE SOMNO ROBIN IS REAL AND I'M SO READY FOR IT.

[millionsknives]

[skeletonthecreator]

btw anyone whos following the drake/kendrick thing but doesnt listen to rap music. this is a sign you should start listening to rap music. listen to some kendrick. you wont regret it i promise. listen to to pimp a butterfly. listen to good kid, m.A.A.d. city. listen to other rappers to, not just kendrick. if anyone wants recommendations feel free to message me/send an ask. rap music is awesome. this is your sign to get into it. rap is such a broad genre with so many incredible artists, there is something for you i promise.