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THE LIBRARY: REWRITE, PART 3
by Bobbie Cabot
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So. Here I was. Alone in the library with my sexy, French-speaking
ghost. I want to get out of there, but I wanted to find out what this
was all about, too. I wanted to know. I NEEDED to know. Even if I
have to ask the ghost.
My name is Mark. And this is the continuation of my Halloween story.
(Chapters one through ten of the story can be found in Part One, and
Part Two of "The Library: Rewrite")
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11. Going Downstairs.
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*** Mark ***
I looked at the girl. She was looking at me as well. I shivered
uncontrollably. Lightning cracked again, and I heard the rain start to
fall.
I never felt so scared in my life. Well, that's not exactly correct.
There was last night.
But the rain was falling down gently, so, though the silence in the
library was preserved save for the gentle murmur of the raindrops, it
changed the foreboding nature of the silence into a cozier kind of
silence like the kind I remember from my childhood - of cool, gentle,
rainy spring afternoons spent on the living room couch, with mom next to
me, and both of us reading - hers some women's magazine, perhaps Vogue
or Cosmopolitan, me with a book by Daniel Pinkwater or something, and
Olivia puttering around, usually dusting furniture, while we waited for
dad.
I wanted to run away, to run home, but I guess I had that patented
Bowman persistence running in me. Although Olivia might call it
orneriness instead. Each step towards the girl was something I had to
consciously think of (I wasn't ready to admit that it was Marianne
Archer yet). When I was at the foot of the table, I stopped.
"Hey," I said. I couldn't look her in the face. I looked everywhere
but her face.
"Bonjour ? nouveau, mon amour. Merci de revenir. Mais je savais que tu
reviendrais."
I couldn't understand it much, but I read a few books with some french-
speaking characters so I could puzzle it out a bit. "Yeah, I'm back. I
didn't really want to come back, though."
"Naturellement. Mais je suis encore heureux que vous soyez venus."
"Stop that!" I said. "I don't speak French."
She huffed, and stood up. "Vous n'avez pas? C'est ce que vous pensez."
She was mad. "Tous droits. ?tre comme ?a." But her chair didn't push
back like you would have expected it to, maybe to even actually fall
back - she seemed pretty mad and stood very fast. It's like she was
made of smoke. I snuck a look down and saw the lower part of her thighs
sticking through the chair's seat.
She glared at me, and I shivered again. Imagine being stared down by a
ghost.
"Why are you here?" I asked. "What are you doing to me?"
"Moi? No, it is not me. I am here to help you."
"Help me? You're helping me?"
"Bien s?r... Of course..."
"But what about everything that's happened? I don't understand."
"M?re a tout d?clench?."
"Huh? Who started everything? My mother? Or your mother?"
"Ma m?re, votre m?re... she is the same."
"She is the same? You mean..."
"Oui. We are sisters, my love. We are sisters..."
I noticed that the lights in the library had gone down. They didn't
click off like from a regular light switch, but like from a dimmer
switch. After a few moments, all that was left was the light over our
table. We were inside our own little cone of light, with everything
else hidden in darkness. And the comforting sound of gentle rain was
replaced by the harsh sound of wind and hale.
"Marianne," I said. Seems I had accepted that she was Marianne
Archer... "Marianne, what's happening?"
"I am sorry, ma soeur. They know you are here now. I cannot hold them
back much longer."
I could feel, just beyond our cone of light, were the zombies outside
the library. Whatever it was that was stopping them from coming in was
gone now. And they were inside now. I could almost see their outlines.
The were just standing there. I could hear their breathing, but no one
was speaking. From time to time, one of them would be jostled by the
others and would inadvertently stumble forward a bit and would break
through the cone of light. The zombie would make a small, sharp intake
of breath, like how you would when hot water hits your hand, and would
jerk himself backward out of the light and back into the gloom. There
must be a lot of them for some of them to be jostled forward like that.
I desperately wanted to close my eyes but I thought it would be
dangerous if I did.
"We must hurry," Marianne said in her ghostly but clear voice. "I must
show you. Follow me."
I wanted to ask where but she had started moving. Though she was going
through the motions of walking, her gait wasn't that of a normal person
walking. She was gliding. She didn't care what was in her way, and
she'd just glide through tables and chairs.
As soon as she started gliding, the light over the table where she was
going would click on. As soon as it did, the zombies that were
illuminated hissed, and jumped out of the light. That quick glimpse
showed me that we were surrounded. The library must be almost jam-
packed with zombified kids.
As soon as the newly-illuminated area was clear, I shuffled to the new
area. As I did, the light over the table behind me slowly faded out,
and I could just glimpse it being occupied by the zombies.
So that's how the ghost and I made our way to the doorway to the stacks.
It was a bit hairy in a few spots where the tables were farther apart
than the others - they were so far apart that the "corridor" of light
between the fluorescent pools was so narrow, I had to shuffle sideways
so I wouldn't touch the zombies. "Please, oh, please, oh, please..." I
mumbled as I shuffled between the silent students.
Eventually, we were at the doors going to the stacks. The doors were
like swinging saloon doors, but though they weren't locked, they weren't
swung open either. But Marianne had already glided through. Knowing
that the light would start fading out almost immediately after Marianne
had gone, I yelled a rebel yell and ran to the doors.
I hit the doors with the heels of my hands, making them swing open. As
I passed the threshold, I had to skid to a stop.
Instead of the stacks, there was a stairway going down. "What?..."
I looked around and Marianne wasn't around. I peered down the stairway
and still couldn't find her. "Marianne!" I cried. "Where are you!?"
I looked back - the doors were swung open permanently so the light shone
through. They haven't faded away. Yet.
By that light, I walked down the stairs. I walked down gingerly. The
wooden stairs creaked spookily as I stepped on each board, but I held
the panic away and walked down carefully. When I stepped off the
stairs, I looked around. instead of a basement, it was just a big empty
space. It felt like a big, empty underground parking lot.
I looked back up the stairs, and Marianne was there, standing
silhouetted in the light from the hallway.
What now, I thought...
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end of part three
to be continued
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Author's Postscript: I thought I'd knock together a chapter of the
story, just in time for Halloween. But, even though I didn't make it,
I'm still posting it.
Anyway... Boo!!! Heheheh...
As I said in Part Two, rest assured that I will finish the story.
Promise!. As usual, I'd appreciate some feedback, though I would also
appreciate it if grammar corrections would be sent to me privately
instead of as a public post. Hope that's okay.
Again, please know that I'm committed to finishing this, as well as my
other stories - "Danny," "Witching Hour" and my newest, "Shepherd Moon."
Any ideas on how I can do this?
Thanks, and Belated Happy Halloween!
- Bobbie.
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