A week later and there are no more signs of him. Or her no way of telling, it's a monster. I get home and out of the corner of my eye, I see it on the balcony. I cry out in fear. My wife comes over to me.

“What’s wrong, what did you see.”

She has been seeing things, when I saw it I couldn’t feel anything else, its eyes are black and void. They suck you in like a black hole, deprived of life.

“It’s gone. I saw it, what you’ve been seeing.”

“Why do we have to be next.”

This monster comes after those who say its name, or see it. It takes the whole family out whether the rest of your family has heard of it or not. Two days ago my Parents were having dinner with my wife’s parents, and they. They all died, with written letters of blood on the table,

You’re next.

I go to work the next morning, I get to isle thirteen, putting books away. My leg gets grabbed by the food and I trip, the creature behind me pulls me by the leg down the aisle. Suddenly another worker comes into the aisle and the monster disappears. I continue working after telling my boss, she said to forget about it. I turn around to ask the other employee a question but there not there, a drop of blood from the ceiling and I see him. Hanging with his head inside the ceiling, his arms were gone. We called the police, this was the final instance. The library is closed down. No more books for the children, waiting outside to see what the cops have to say. We here a yelp, there was nobody inside, on the ground letters wrote,

Nobody is safe from the librarian.

Of life, you have none.

Let them stay.

It will make it easier for you.

For if you don’t.

Everyone will be blood if you won’t.