Hour Eighteen: Haunting

This library book must be long overdue, because I remember when you took it out years ago,

Too ashamed to take it back? I’ll carry it for you. No? Why not? Don’t touch it?Don’t open it, don’t look in its center. Well I just did, so there.

You’re kidding! Come back here!

My ears aren’t ringing, I’m hearing an internal song, never heard it before, but it goes on and on “It’s only a book. It’s only a book. My fingers are cramping, it’s only a book. It’s only a book, my chair just shook, it’s only a book, it’s only a book. My fingers are cramping, and my arm is taking the shape of a hook. Oh, it’s one of those banned books. DMW