What are you?

Autumn walked through the dark school halls in an agonizing haze not knowing where she was going. The invisible wound that the ghost had given her was getting worse. She fumbled against a locker and slid against a wall, the pain was getting worse and it was harder to think straight. Meditating didn’t seem to be helping; she just could concentrate long enough.

She tripped and fell onto the stairs. Stairs, it registered in Autumn’s brain muddily like waking up from a deep sleep. Have to get out Autumn thought desperately. I have to find help. She started to pull herself up the stairs one excruciating step at a time. When she reached the top she wasn’t able to pull herself up onto her feet instead she slid out across the floor. There was light streaming into the hall from the doorway. Slowly, so painfully slowly she moved to the door. After what felt like an eternity she reached it. Despairingly she realized it was shut. Why would the door be shut and light coming out of it at the same time, she thought muddily. Desperately she reached up for the door handle and pulled. Nothing happened, the door was locked. No, she screamed in her head. With her last once of strength she pounded against the door, praying that someone would find her and slowly slipped into unconsciousness.

Slowly Autumn regained consciousness and thought, and the first thing she thought about was how bight it was. She realized why a moment latter. She was lying on her back in the middle of a small room filled with books and other miscellaneous items. Some of the stuff looked very new and others looked ancient. Autumn was lying on a soft leather coach and had a blanket around her. It felt really comfortable until she realized something that really scared her. She couldn’t move her body. She tried to get up but couldn’t. The most movement she could produce was a slight wiggle. Thankfully she could still move her head and she used that to scan the room.

Almost immediately she realized she was in the library. She could tell that by looking out the glass windows that surrounded the room. Most of the library was dark except for the small room that Autumn was in the light from which was illuminating the rest of the library. Then the second realization hit her and she shuddered. This was the librarian’s office. The room that Tori had been wanting to break into. Unbidden she remembered what Tori had said about the librarian being an alien or something else. Images of sharp knives and probes flashed through her mind. All the while and evil grinning librarian was standing over her. Autumn squirmed and wiggled trying to get free. What was she even doing in here?

Autumn stopped squirming abruptly and listened. She could hear footsteps coming closer. Autumn waited in horror staring at the door sure that in any moment a purple librarian would be coming though it to perform all manner of experiments on her. A shadow passed in front of the glass and the door opened and… it was Emily, the librarians assistant. She stood in the doorway hold a cup in her hand and looking down on Autumn with a curious fearful expression. Slowly she moved over to the desk in the middle of the room and set down in the chair there. She looked at Autumn for a moment longer and then asked.

“What are you?”