Trapped

I awoke with a start, page stuck to my face. Heavy eyes threatening to close the world from me, with an effort I stood; shovelling books into my arms half-heartedly.

A chill ran up my spine, making goosebumps sprout on my arms. It's far too late to be in the library, I think to myself with a shiver.

I make my way to the main corridor passing rows and rows of books, I drink in the smell of bound paper and leather for a moment. Closing my eyes for just a second - then suddenly something runs across in front of me - fast - moving darkness - silent and swift.

I open my eyes, expecting to see more that just the shadowy half-light of the library after hours. But there's nothing there.

I shrug, thinking of my bed at home. Andrew would be there asleep, waiting for me to slip in beside him.

Sluggishly putting away textbooks, I felt - rather than saw - the shadow move, it creeped forward at the very edge of my vision. I turned to it, frowning.

I shook my head, making my way towards the exit, until a copy of Stephen King's 'The Green Mile' hit me square in the forehead.

I cried out, clutching the space between my watering eyes, "What on earth was that?!"

Picking 'The Green Mile' from the floor I looked about, "Hello? Is anyone there?"

No reply.

The lights went out, I groaned, thinking how good it was that I knew my way around. But then there was a thud behind me, I spun around, holding my breath - a copy of 'Haunted Prisons - Alcatraz' rested vertically on the floor behind me.

I backed away, eyes wide, "Who's there?!"

Reaching the exit I pushed on the door - but it was locked. "Shit."
Leaning back on the door I sank to the floor, resting my weary head in tired hands.

There it was again - movement beyond my shut eye lids - my eyes snapped open, but there was nothing there.

But then I blinked - and like a snap shot into another world - the darkness ran towards me.

To be continued... By @eyes5ib and @Overskill