BOOKCASE

An old, moth-eaten sheet half-covers the large bookcase before you. You peek underneath it at the books that are visible, and discomfort dances across your skin. You recognize these titles. Some of them are considered classics of the basics of witchcraft, out-dated maybe, but standard. Others… Others here are known for worse reasons. Books that shops won’t stock, that no one would admit to having. You shudder, and replace the sheet, but as you turn away it feels as if there are eyes on your back.