- To Priscilla

The books were lined up along the shelves row upon row and each shelve was stacked to the high ceiling so that they looked like columns that held it up. I walked through every single row and saw every single title, yet none of them tickled my fancy. As I slowly reached the end of this vast sea of paper, I saw what looked like a section of the library that was closed off. I knew it wasn't allowed, but in the end my curiosity won over my morals and I tenderly walked over the rope that acted as a mental barrier to warn people not to cross. The air suddenly changed, yet I was still in the same room. A chill had just ran down my spine and I sensed something sinister was about in this dark section of the room. A little ways off, I saw a display case and as I peered through the glass that was clear as ice. I saw the perfect book. I lifted the cover of the case and I gently took out the book. This book was unlike the other ones that were covered in dust, this one was old yes, but it had not a single tear, a single page that was folded, or even a speck of dust. As I felt the cover of the book, I could read the words "Il Diavolo's Maledizionepine". I flipped open the book the front page and I saw the most monstrosorous beast that human eyes has ever seen, yet I stared at the page and I tried to tear my eyes away from that horrid creature. Eventually the page turned itself and the next picture was even more terrible then the last and as time progressed the pages fliped faster and faster. I could see that the pages formed a story and as the pages flipped faster, it looked much like a flip book, yet I still couldn't tear my eyes away. The story was filled with murders, torture, and deception, and as I looked harded, I could start to hear the voice of the story becomming louder and louder. Then with the voices, a wave of heat came surgeing from the book, yet all this time I could not move. I smelled the putrid scent of rotting meat mixed with smoke and death.
Suddenly, A hand came out from the book and grasped onto my waist. I looked down and I was that it was slowly being blown away like how the wind blows away the sand in the desert. Slowly, that wind rose to my neck and then my chin, then my mouth, and my eyes were gone. It was all dark, except for the face of hell. I just remembered from my Italian class, the book title was The Devil's Curse.