ok so when i was a kid i used to hang out a lot in our local library. lovely place, there's some rumors that the place was cursed by cultists but honestly the place never gave me those "cursed" vibes. well except for one time. so i was staying especially late that day, my mom was especially bad that day so i needed an excuse to get out of the house, and the librarians decided to let me stay - though they did make me sort their books and shit. let me set the scene, it's around 10PM on a friday, i am 10, and i am extraordinarily tired and bored. i've been doing nothing but carry around books for the past 5 hours. it's become kind of mind numbing. suddenly, i hear a loud noise coming from the history section, the one i JUST finished. i go in to investigate. despite the clear sounds of a struggle and some speaking in tongues or whatever, all i see is a burnt patch on the ground and a visibly exhausted woman. i don't actually remember anything about her, just that she was kind to me and patted me on the forehead before leaving. i guess it must've been my overactive imagination? i still wonder if it was real though... wouldn't be the weirdest thing that's happened all day.
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