Anxiety built as I rode my bike to the library, I had never been frightened of a place more, it had once been the county courthouse, a historic Queen Anne-style building built in 1891, now the hollowed walls held the secrets to those punished. Emptiness filled the building, except for one room, the library.
The earthy aroma laced with coffee gave my head an ache for fresh air as I continued through the weighty oak doors. Silence split, when they banged closed, and a distant, “shhh” came from the long hallway. A lone light cast along the wall led the way down the narrow path to the only room occupied. Step by step the wooden slats under my feet spoke, no matter how light I stepped, the worn boards made known their pain.
A fluff of fur came from nowhere and wound its body around my leg, the purr of such a beast rattled my nerves as I shooed it away and focused on my goal. No fingernails left to bite down on I sucked my bottom lip in and eyed the mass of white hair that floated over a bookshelf. Faded colors of brown, and red books ran together in rows of untouched history.
“What can I help you with?” A cracked voice struggled followed by a series of coughs. In my fear, I stuttered to speak. “I’m looking for a book.”
An unpleasant sigh, as if I were bothering the old woman, she spoke again, “What kind of book?”
“My friend said you have the book, McMullen Secrets.
“Never heard of it, your friend is wrong. “A jolted shift in her stance, her voice of warning she tilted her head and continued to deny having the book. “I don’t have that book; now is there another book you want?”
“No, I need that book…maybe.”
“Maybe what? Your friend thinks we have something else?” Her eyes glared through mine as if I had asked for her life.
“I’m sorry but I need that book, do you know where I can find it?”
“No, now if you don’t mind, I’m busy.”
“But it has to be here.” I stepped around the ghostly figure and looked around the room towards the back, where a line of dusty gray-looking books caught my eye.
“Why do you want that particular book?”
“I’m curious that’s all.”
“Curious? Nobody reads that book because they are curious.” Narrowing her eyes to a slit she pruned her lips tighter as she crossed her arms over her breast, causing her neck to be swallowed up by her shoulders.
“I thought you said you never heard of it. Do you, have it? It’s rather important, to me.”
“That book was written in 1603, do you really think it’s stored on a shelf in a public library?” The thought flew through my mind about the age of the book, how could it be that old, surely the mansion isn’t near that old.
“So, you know the book I’m talking about.” Her eyebrow raised to an ungodly height as her long skirt swept over the floor, my feet stumbled back knocking over a chair.
Her pace stopped, and the creases in her face softened as she leaned closer to me. A slight grin she said she knew who I was. Her voice once again cracked as she spoke, she called me by my grandmother’s name, a name I had only heard mentioned a few times.
“You knew my grandmother?”
“Tell me why is that book so important to you?” She unlaced her arms and drew them behind her back. Her high collar blouse revealed the slender of her neck and the black onyx necklace she wore. One I had seen before but couldn’t recall where.
“I was told it would explain my past and tell me of my future.”
“Indeed, it would, but why do you need to read a book that you wrote.”