The house was small, lit by a soft glow of flickering candles. I patted down the dusty, brown sofa and leaned back, reaching my hands near the switch of an antique lamp, almost automatically. The pink and green wallpaper was faded, and I scratched at it slowly, watching it tear away. I already understood what was happening, this cabin was full of the weaker, duller details of this room. It was the Darkness’s first target. I looked around, trying to find something that hadn’t been blurred, but the room was already sinking in the wades of the Dark.

   In the corner, there was a creaky, wooden bookshelf leaning to one side. Empty journals, covered by stretchy, red fabric lined up in a quiet ro-roo- I suddenly saw a runaway, and a intense feeling of dread spun over my body. It was an image of a child holding an adult’s hand. Something about the adult made me quiver, but I couldn’t understand what. I had runaways with multiple people before, but none of them seemed familiar, however this one did. The adult was standing in a strange place, surrounded by books.

    I didn’t know what it was, I felt like I had an idea of the place’s purpose, but I couldn’t put a name to it. The air had felt calmer, the books bathing in a hallway full of silence, almost as though the room was abandoned, empty. But this place wasn’t just a room, it was an endless passage, and I was sure some of its areas weren’t ever explored, lying in the Dark, waiting for their turn. It was a space full of books, books for everyone, but the stands remained untouched. Some books were covered with dust, they looked like they had been stuck on the shelves for decades.

    I blinked, the runaway quickly passed. “Best to leave,” I muttered, as if to shake it off, though I knew it was already too far gone. Secretly, however dreadful it was, I wish I didn't let it go...

Leave The Cabin:

https://sites.google.com/view/surrendertome/home

Write In The Journals:

https://supercoder21.github.io/Diary/