"Why hello there, let me take your coat," a tall, lanky man with glasses gives a warm grin to the new visitor who had just entered the library. His grin, though warm as it may be, sent chills down their spine. The annunciation of his words gave a jumpy tune to his sentences; they were much more playful than they would have liked to hear right now.
After all this was a particularly stressful evening for them, what with everything that had been going on. A library open this late seemed to be their first strike of luck in ages. It was going to take more than an overly-eager librarian to make them want to turn back.
"You seem rather new," he started as he reached for their coat, but with a quick slap of his hands he drew away.
"The jacket stays on," the visitor responded with a silent huff of retaliation. They weren't very keen on a stranger touching their things. They just wanted to be left alone, and to be distracted from their thoughts with tales of fantasy and mystery. Nothing did the job better than a good book in their mind, and home didn't really seem like an option currently, so the library would have to do.
"Not much of a toucher, eh? Well, that's alright, even with your coat I assure you that this library offers you only the most luxurious transport into the realm of imagination," he said in that continuously off-putting, chipper tone. It was starting to annoy them just a bit.
"Just... show me where you keep the fiction," they sighed, so far as they looked around from the entrance everything was organized like nonfiction novels would be. They supposed that the fiction would be in the back.
"Well, not to disappoint you but you see the library of fate doesn't stock any books of the fictional sort. We work exclusively in nonfiction," the grin still hadn't gone away and the visitor was scowling, wondering if he could read visual cues. Clearly he could not.
"I'm sort of looking to get away from reality for a moment, not to sit and invest time in it," they commented bluntly.
"Ah yes, I understand, but I think you'll find that our collection sates that need. I think you'll find exactly what you're looking for."
"Yeah? Well its worth a shot I guess," they looked around, not really sure where to start. They knew quite a bit of history, but most of these titles sounded foreign to them. They were annoyed with the fact that they didn't know any of these books-there were no blurbs or descriptions on any of them it seemed, nor any authors-they were beginning to wonder how these books were even organized anyways.
"Why don't you take a seat? I'd be glad to bring you a few books that I thoroughly recommend. After all I do seem to spend quite a bit of time here seeing as I'm the librarian," he gave an oddly placed chuckle, mid sentence and drawn out just a little too long for the visitor's taste.
They wanted to be more put off by all of this than they were, but as they sat down they felt the exhaustion of the night really hit them. They should've been put off by the lanky man in glasses, but they weren't.
They should've been weirded out by the lack of information on the books, but they weren't.
They should've taken notice of the lack of people in the library, but they didn't.
Rather they took the book that the librarian handed them with a short thank you and let their eyes scan the title.
"Dullahan" it read, and they turned the page.
To be continued...