BOOKCASE

A piece of furniture, half-obscured by an old dust cloth, grabs your attention. You lift a section of the cloth, and suppress a sigh of disappointment. The shelves you’ve found contain no curios or interesting knick-knacks, just dusty old tomes. Though, you suppose some people might find them interesting, with names as bland as “The White Magic Book”, and escalating all the way to one you shudder away from, “The Right Booke of Black Magick & Pacts”. With the sudden sensation that you’re being watched, you drop the corner of the cloth and leave the bookshelf be.