I walked into the old mansion. There were just two other people in the entire building except for me and my friend. One was weird looking guy standing at the entrance and waiting for us and the other was the old librarian.
The mansion had a ground floor filled with books. We had to pass by it to go upstairs to our bedroom. But I was transfixed by the books I forgot my luggage and began browsing through the collection. The weird looking guy took my luggage upstairs and kept calling for me. He said I wasn't allowed to touch them. But I couldn't hear him. I was rooted to the books. I went through them I dropped to my knees and was crawling on the floor. I could hear some screams, some commotion. People don't want me here but I could not control myself. I could not do what I please. It was my knees and elbows that were leading me. My brain was filled with the books, the stories, the ideas and none of it was making any sense. A book that looked like a cool car or a plane came rolling on wheels into my arms and it was all about planes and cars and wheels. It had fictions as well as mechanical designs. And then there were these books with holes for eyes which looked around. There were books like lips and spoke. I was consumed by it all and at the back of my mind I could still here screams transforming into a name I could not place. I could neither think nor speak. The storm broke out and there was wind and water and the books smashing against each other with more screams.
The world was spinning, my head was reeling, there were books all around me flying in all directions and trying to get to me. Then I heard some faint music. It slowly pierced through the storm of books and reached me.
I woke up. My phone was ringing. "Hey wanna come down for a game of Carom's?".
I had wanted to go to the library to return 'The Calcutta Chromosome' and borrow another book but I had overslept. And when I woke up it was stormy and was raining heavily.