Library

I came to a strange town and rented a small shabby attic. The landlord was a strange old man. I stayed in the attic all day long. The worn wooden boards and the rustling of the wind made me feel at ease. I saw that the attic was filled with books. It was covered with dust. I piled them up one by one and found a strange thick book that looked like a diary and was about to fall apart. It was a strange old notebook. The stories in it surprised me. I seemed to be unable to get out of this attic.