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Horror Suspense Fiction

Read me...

Read me...

READ ME...

Iris looked up from the book he had been reading, eyes wide and heart racing. He looked around, first at the tall bookshelves surrounding his table, then at the pile of novels beside him. He could have sworn he heard a voice...

No. It was nothing, he was just tired. Iris rubbed his eyes and yawned. How long had he been sitting there? Four hours, according to his watch.

READ ME!

Iris jumped up from his chair. That didn't sound like it came from his head. The voice sounded strange, not human. It sounded crackly, yet muffled. Kind of like how it sounds when you fold a piece of paper.

Yes. That's what the voice sounded like: paper.

Iris shook his head. He was going crazy, he knew it. He reached towards the pile of novels he had collected, rummaging through them. Every Saturday, his mother allowed him to check out three books from the library to read over the week. He wished he could read more, seeing as he could easily finish an entire novel in the course of three hours. But he had to make do with what he had, and usually read the first chapters of a few books to help him decide which ones he might like better.

Iris glanced at his watch again. It was 5:30, almost time for the library to close. He had to be quick. He grabbed three books that were on top of the pile and was about to exit the reading corner when something caught his eye. Something golden.

It was a book.

A book made of what seemed like solid gold. It shone brightly, almost blinding him. His eyes burned, and he let his three novels slide from his grasp. Ignoring the sound of them toppling to the floor, he reached out a hand and touched the book. He wanted nothing else but to touch that shiny, smooth metal...

The gold vanished under his finger in an instant. The book was now black and burnt, the cloth cover ripped and charred. Bits of it came off in black shreds as Iris picked up the heavy volume. It smelled of smoke, as well as something metallic and sharp... blood? Why would a book smell like blood?

Iris coughed slightly and brushed away a few more pieces of cracked cloth so he could read the title: Tales of Absinthe Valven Blackheart.

Absinthe Valven Blackheart. Who was that?

Read me...

Read me...

Read me...

Iris stifled a gasp and dropped the book--or, at least, he tried to. The book was stuck to his hands, the cloth seeping into his skin, as it was now a part of his body instead of a book falling apart in ashes...

Iris's breathing became heavy. He ran over to the bookshelf and slammed his hands against it, but the book only stuck stronger. His hands shaking with pain and fear, he took a deep breath and looked at the book sternly.

"What are you doing?" He whispered, terrified.

Read me...

A frightened tear rolled down Iris's cheek. With his hands bound to the book, he couldn't brush it away.

He didn't understand what was happening. He didn't even understand why it was happening. Was this a prank? Had someone put this book in his pile when he wasn't looking, stuck glue on it, and was uttering those strange voices while they watched him struggle? No, that wasn't right. He was respected at school, though mostly ignored. Nobody bothered him, and he didn't bother anybody in return. He didn't have any friends who would want to do such a thing to him. They knew how much he hated things like this...

READ ME...

"Fine!" Iris hissed, desperate to get the book off his hands. "Fine, I'll read you if you let me go. Please."

In response, the book swung open in Iris's hands. Hopeful, he tried shaking it off, but it was no use. Sighing, he glanced at the first page and began to read.

To all those who have suffered at Absinthe Valven Blackheart's hand:

Casper

Felix

Alexander

Robinson

Elliot A.

Elliot B.

Iris

Iris's heart seemed to stop. He turned the page, not by choice but by instinct, as if his hand was more in control than his brain was.

The Needle shall cause pain

And you will suffer Absinthe's bane

The choice is yours

Will you speak here, or is your voice too hoarse?

A single uttered word will cause your ending

This book is for anything but lending

If it opens in your hands,

It means more misery than you will possibly understand

I'm sorry my friend,

I hope your time on earth was well spent

You should have not talked in the library

Because surviving the incident is a true rarity

The book dropped from Iris's hands the second he read the last word. Rarity. The black volume fell on the floor with a dull thunk, echoing throughout the whole room, so loud that Iris had to cover his ears to block out the sound.

The air became chilly.

So chilly.

Iris couldn't feel his own hands, they felt as if they were gone. He was so cold, he felt immobilized, unable to speak...

The edge of his vision turned blurry. It was getting dark.

He heard footsteps.

Then he saw it. A girl. A girl with ragged, black hair and a stained nightgown. She pushed the table aside as if it were as light as a feather and stepped in front of Iris. He couldn't see her face, it was covered by bangs so greasy that oil could have dripped from them...

His bones were freezing. His mind was freezing. Iris couldn't do anything but stare, horrified, at the girl. Fear pulsed through his brain. She reached a hand down her front and pulled out a long black needle that glinted dangerously. The only part of Iris moving was his heart, pounding relentlessly against his chest.

The girl raised the needle.

She lunged.

Do not talk in the library...

April 25, 2021 14:19

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37 comments

Helen Ross
17:21 Apr 25, 2021

oh gosh you're making me stress about my chatty nature now! I've definitely talked in libraries.... *dies instantly*

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Svara Narasiah
06:20 Apr 26, 2021

Haha!

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Ana Govindasamy
14:22 Apr 25, 2021

Ahhh more Absinthe. My very favourite, literary, mass murderer. This story was just as good as all the others. Well done!

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Svara Narasiah
14:27 Apr 25, 2021

Haha thanks!! Be careful the next time you're reading a black book... *scary horror music intensifies*

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Ana Govindasamy
17:38 Apr 25, 2021

Hahaha... *Stares at my copy of Pride and Prejudice with suspicion*

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Svara Narasiah
06:26 Apr 26, 2021

Oop 👀

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Moon Fox
02:55 Jul 26, 2021

OMG! that was sooooooo scary! XP

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Svara Narasiah
06:19 Jul 26, 2021

Loll

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Kodi Gehrig
17:48 Jun 13, 2021

This was a great story girl keep up the good work

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Svara Narasiah
01:43 Jun 14, 2021

Thanks!

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Maia Bline
16:52 May 06, 2021

i got chills woahhhh

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Svara Narasiah
00:31 May 07, 2021

Hehe yay!

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Beverly Riddle
05:45 May 06, 2021

Whoa! Great story! It gave me chills.

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Svara Narasiah
06:35 May 06, 2021

Awesome :))

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Marie Bishop
14:11 May 02, 2021

Great story!! You really captured the terror here for me.. I have talked in a library before, luckily my name isn't on the list!!

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Svara Narasiah
14:50 May 02, 2021

Thanks so much! Oops, better try to tune down the talking... you never know when Absinthe might add a new name 👀

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03:00 May 02, 2021

Fantastic! This so reminds me of The Twilight Zone. Great job!

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Svara Narasiah
08:33 May 02, 2021

Thanks!

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Dhwani Jain
10:43 Jul 25, 2021

ooh! THAT WAS SCARY, in a subtle way. I liked it. No way I am talking in the library any time soon!!!

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Svara Narasiah
06:19 Jul 26, 2021

Haha, thanks!

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Dhwani Jain
06:52 Jul 26, 2021

Nice...where are you from? Please read and review my stories too!

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Svara Narasiah
10:08 Jul 26, 2021

Malaysia, and sure

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Dhwani Jain
10:14 Jul 26, 2021

Wow! That's nice Thank you!

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Svara Narasiah
10:15 Jul 26, 2021

No problem! My nationality is Malaysia but I’m European-Indian :)

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Dhwani Jain
05:13 Aug 01, 2021

I HAVE BEEN DOWNVOTED!!!!!!! I HAD ABOUT 1100+ POINTS, AND NOW I AM LEFT AT 660+.... PLEASE HELP ME, MY REEDSY FRIENDS STOP DOWNVOTING NOW!!!!!

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Svara Narasiah
12:49 Aug 01, 2021

Aw, I'm sorry. Downvoting happens to most of the authors here. But at the end of the day, they're just points. It's the stories that count, remember that.

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Dhwani Jain
16:32 Aug 01, 2021

Yeah...

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Svara Narasiah
12:49 Aug 01, 2021

Aw, I'm sorry. Downvoting happens to most of the authors here. But at the end of the day, they're just points. It's the stories that count, remember that.

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