A Librarians Secret
Sally Sulman had never wanted to leave home, ever. She stared at the mirror – which was lodged in-between two wooden bookshelves – and began to wonder what she could’ve done differently, could’ve changed. The large city roads with blaring car horns and bustling with conversation was now just a faint memory implanted inside the back for her brain. Sally’s new caretaker was called Mr Victor, the local librarian. He was one of the nicest people Sally had ever met, with being so kind towards her. With Sally loving to talk, they had conversations practically daily about everything Sally could think of off the top of her head.
The first day of school had arrived as children gathered inside the activity-filled playground. Amongst the crowded palace of fun stood Sally, a responsible and hard-working student. She almost never played around at home, and she planned to do the same here. After the entry bell rang, or the whistle had blown, the students were transferred inside of the hallway of rooms. After struggling to find their class, everyone eventually managed and sat down, waiting for their first lesson. They didn’t have to wait long, however, since the teacher of the placement class, Mr Johnson, handed out the lessons. Not too long after getting handed the test, Sally had blazed through the first page, then the next. She had been the first one finished the questions, and it almost felt as if school had been done before it even started.
As time fluttered by, the clouds moved on, releasing the scorching summer heat. Sally had created a new routine, scrubbing dishes at home and organising misplaced and displaced books. Meanwhile at school she aces everything thrown at her and began to make new friends almost weekly. After she does her daily chores, she leaves the tiny library and walks along the enormous pathway behind the small town while Mr Victor takes care of the small plants inside of the tiny greenhouse. As time continued to pass, not much changed, even on September 9th, Sally’s birthday. Soon enough, it had been a year living with Mr Victor, and it began to get repetitive.
Every morning at dawn, everything was quiet, peaceful, and nothing moved. Except for one thing. Mr Victor strolls down into the abandoned farm, for a reason that is currently unknown. She looked through her bedroom window, staring at him as he entered the farm. What was he doing? Why is he going there every night? Why isn’t he telling Sally?
Sally didn’t have to wait long to find out. One morning, while the sun was still rising to its awakening position, Mr Victor barged into Sallys room and forced her to follow him to the abandoned farm, where Sally had watched him walk back and forth. Sally walked silently behind him as he pushed opened the rotting barn doors.
The sun began to rise as it illuminated the ground that had once previously been swarming with darkness. The shadow of the large barn turned into a giant that could crush you in an instant. Sally looked back at the open barn doors.
Inside the barn, there was a rotten, disgusting smell that had fused into the walls, which were already quite damp. The second Sally took one step inside, a large, dark animal pounced in front and snarled angrily. “Meet Meggy,” whispered Mr Victor, “She’s a tiger, I found her locked away inside this barn as a baby.”
Meggy stared at Sally as she trotted forwards. Sally backed up, terrified.
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