I stared into the room that was at the end of the hallway. The way to that room was dark, I heard some noise in the other rooms passing through that dark long hallway, and I noticed some starryeyed souls looking through me, their eyes were glowing in the dark.
The ground was cracking beneath my feet because of the years that passed by, it becomes so fragile and unsteady. I reached that room at the end, after minutes in that hallway thay felt like hours, hours of horror.
The room, the place I was really excited to reach, here it is in front of me. I pushed the cracked door and I got in. The room was empty and dark, with a dim light in the furthest corner. There was a desk with this huge pile of books, and a library that was emptied by the people who threw all the other books all over the room. I checked that desk and one book was missing, the desk was so dusty and the trace of a missing book was there, drawn into that dust, someone must have been here before I entered.
I was searching all around the place, I was so curious to find someone in that darkness to join me in my loneliness, “he has the book” I thought to myself. I searched and searched, I also thought about the fact that the room is small and if someone was there I would’ve seen him, but I kept looking for secret doors and secret handles to pull. I went next to the dim light and cried, I sat there miserably because I wasn’t able to find the person with the book.
I grew old in that corner with that light getting dimmer; I grew old in that corner surrounded by the many other books around waiting for me to read them, to drink from their knowledge. I sat there, just me, the light who was fading and the pile of books, I sat there.