2011-05-14, 12:18 PM
#6
. . . ignore it and examine the bookcase.
To ease his nerves and take his focus off of the howling, the man starts looking around the room. He feels that it's too dangerous to investigate outside, especially without his companion. The cabin appears to be made out of wood. Seems well-built and, oddly enough, recently built. He quietly gets up and starts examining the interior more closely. The howling continues outdoors but begins to grow much more quiet again. He touches the overhead light, curious about its power source. He finds himself more confused. Not only is there no switch for the light in the room, the light itself has no switch, the bulb won't unscrew, and the cord runs directly into the ceiling.
Left with little else to explore, his eyes lead him to the bookcase. An ominous bookcase against the far wall, completely alone in the small cabin. Its shelves lined with books that seem to have auras of their own. The man carefully walks over to the bookcase and feels its rough design. It is clearly quite old and covered in dust. He realizes how bizarre this is, considering the seemingly fresh state of the cabin itself, and feels deeply unsettled. He turns around to check on his companion. Soundly sleeping. Almost serene, he thinks. Hesitantly, the man grabs one of the books from the shelves and blows the dust from its cover.
"The Man Who Stared Into The Void"
Inexplicable feelings wash over him as he reads the book's title. Familiarity. But he can't place it. Sorrow. But he doesn't understand it. Regret. Regret... The man grabs his forehead and tries to calm himself. Emotions he refuses to accept. He opens the book and flips through the first few pages. No words, no details, no information. Only "III." He turns the page and begins reading the words before him...
The man wakes up on the floor next to the bookcase. The book he was reading lies next to him, closed. He stands up groggy and confused. Once his mind falls back into place, he immediately notices his companion is missing. His backpack rests in the middle of the floor, right where he left it. Everything is as it was, as if the woman was never there. In disbelief, he brings his gaze back to the shelves. Something is different. Missing.
A single book from the top row.
The man feels confident she was real, but he wants desperately to understand why she would leave him. Did she try reading a book too? Did she find something that would drive her out? Every minute she is gone could be another chance he will never see her again. He decides the best step forward is to . . .
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A) Abandon the books and search for her.
B) Wait for her to return and continue reading the books.
C) Fill his backpack with a few books and search for her.
D) Fill his backpack with a few books and explore deeper on his own.
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Five!
. . . ignore it and examine the bookcase.
To ease his nerves and take his focus off of the howling, the man starts looking around the room. He feels that it's too dangerous to investigate outside, especially without his companion. The cabin appears to be made out of wood. Seems well-built and, oddly enough, recently built. He quietly gets up and starts examining the interior more closely. The howling continues outdoors but begins to grow much more quiet again. He touches the overhead light, curious about its power source. He finds himself more confused. Not only is there no switch for the light in the room, the light itself has no switch, the bulb won't unscrew, and the cord runs directly into the ceiling.
Left with little else to explore, his eyes lead him to the bookcase. An ominous bookcase against the far wall, completely alone in the small cabin. Its shelves lined with books that seem to have auras of their own. The man carefully walks over to the bookcase and feels its rough design. It is clearly quite old and covered in dust. He realizes how bizarre this is, considering the seemingly fresh state of the cabin itself, and feels deeply unsettled. He turns around to check on his companion. Soundly sleeping. Almost serene, he thinks. Hesitantly, the man grabs one of the books from the shelves and blows the dust from its cover.
"The Man Who Stared Into The Void"
Inexplicable feelings wash over him as he reads the book's title. Familiarity. But he can't place it. Sorrow. But he doesn't understand it. Regret. Regret... The man grabs his forehead and tries to calm himself. Emotions he refuses to accept. He opens the book and flips through the first few pages. No words, no details, no information. Only "III." He turns the page and begins reading the words before him...
The man wakes up on the floor next to the bookcase. The book he was reading lies next to him, closed. He stands up groggy and confused. Once his mind falls back into place, he immediately notices his companion is missing. His backpack rests in the middle of the floor, right where he left it. Everything is as it was, as if the woman was never there. In disbelief, he brings his gaze back to the shelves. Something is different. Missing.
A single book from the top row.
The man feels confident she was real, but he wants desperately to understand why she would leave him. Did she try reading a book too? Did she find something that would drive her out? Every minute she is gone could be another chance he will never see her again. He decides the best step forward is to . . .
---
A) Abandon the books and search for her.
B) Wait for her to return and continue reading the books.
C) Fill his backpack with a few books and search for her.
D) Fill his backpack with a few books and explore deeper on his own.
---
INVENTORY
Five!