A library! What IS this place?

Unlike the garden this place had a healthy coating of dust. I could still read the titles, so I skimmed over them curious what kind of books were in a haunted cabin.

I quickly noticed the titles were in alphabetical order, an interesting sorting system to be sure. It would make finding books hard, but I could appreciate it. It kept me guessing what genre of book would come next. Would it be horror, fantasy, romance, historical fiction, or…

“A Brief Introduction to the Mollusk”. Nonfiction, eww, or maybe not. I might read that, would I read that? Yeah, I might read that. What is a mollusk again? I wonder as I keep walking down the shelves.

Having fun, I keep reading the titles I see such notable ones such as: “Appalachian Yodelers, They Can but Not You”, “Best Moments: A Hamster’s Memoir, a True Tail of the Poor Hamster’s Life”, “Chairs: You Sit in Them for Now, the Uprising Comes”, “Eagles True Dumpster Birds”.

I laugh so hard it brings tears to my eyes. I love this place I am never leaving. I did open one of the books and the title was true to the content, I never knew I would fear a couch so deeply. Apparently, they don’t just eat remotes.

Eventually I came to a certain area that was well kept and looked frequently used. There was a tiny fridge close to a nest chair with a little cabinet on top of it. I open it and see pocky, gummy worms and mini boxes of Hoax cereal.

Next to the snacks was a cute little mug with a colorful cat design on it. It had some Hoax cereal residue in it, just purrfect. "Very good snacks. Now what do you like to drink my mystery friend?"

I kneel down and open the little fridge and see glass soda bottles, mini water bottles and... "Pineapple-lime soda? Never heard of it but it sounds delightful. Do you mind if I try one? I won't until you give me a signal that it is okay if I share your snacks."

I really want to meet this shy being. I continue inspecting his sitting area. There was a shelf of various gaming systems and a TV on wheels that can easily be pulled in front of the chairs. The rest of the space was filled with books.

There were Manga, light novels, fantasy books and... Are those a few romance books? I pick them up and read the summary on the back. Oh okay, they were really fantasy books marketed as romance as it was a heavy feature of the novel. Fair enough.

“Okay so what kind of games does my mystery friend play?” I crouch down and see fantasy games, some horror and... Otome games? What gender was my friend? Would that be rude to ask? I think that would be rude to ask.

"You are a real existent cinnamon roll,” I meant existing, but persisted “you have permanence, come forth spirit! I want to be good friends with you if that would be okay. I would love to know your name. And maybe meet you one day. If you want that, that is."

After saying that, I was not blushing… but my cheeks were flushed and warm. I was extremely curious as to what other secrets and mysteries I would discover.

I walk down the hallway and see that there is only one room left on the second floor. I open it and let out a tiny gasp.

It was mostly empty aside from a sound system, flat screen tv on the wall and what looks like a dance floor and a floor to ceiling dance pole. I hadn’t been sure of how I was going to practice.

Tears rolled down my face. It has been around two months since I last danced. I didn't have a dance partner, so even though I didn’t have any music I went through a few solo routines.

I had been dancing since I was three and loved the different forms of movement and dance all so much that I learned all of them that I could. I was able to get a few roles in music videos. Most of them were amateur, but there were a few popular artists. They had me do belly dance, hip hop and such.

I enjoyed the routines although they were not my favorite type of dance. What I really like is, the kind of dancing I truly lose myself in, are partner dances. Don’t think about it, don’t think about… “But who would want me as a dance partner now."

I turn to the door and try to leave the room, but my breath catches in my throat. My knees give out underneath me. I hit the floor hard but I didn't notice.

I can only hear the thump as I struggle for air. I know I am hyperventilating but can’t seem to slow it down, in out. In out. Tears start to stream down my face, I feel like I’m dying. The last thing I remember is the room spinning, then darkness.

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Noah followed Aurora as she walked through the second floor. He ended up blushing just altogether so many times. But she also blushed once, so he thought that made it okay. Not quite even but okay.

He was confused when she started laughing, until he too read the titles she was looking at. It was strange he didn’t recall these books being here, which made him all the more curious.

When Aurora opened a book he leaned in over her shoulder. He was nervous being so close to her, but he had to know what was in the book.

He too learned to fear, and respect couches. He tried to comfort himself with the thought that ghosts can’t die a second time.

He couldn’t remember a time in his life when he had been complimented like that or at all. When she called him a cinnamon roll he wasn't sure whether he should be happy about that or embarrassed, but there was a warm feeling building inside of him.

He thought that the day was going well so far, until they went into the last room. He stood in a trance and wondered how anyone could be so graceful, beautiful and maybe a little...sexy... he didn’t let himself think that last descriptor.

His internal embarrassment stopped the instant she fell to the ground. He wanted to go over and help her, but there was nothing he could do. He hated the helpless feeling, he wanted to be able to help her. Even worse he soon started to fade, he vowed to himself to become solid no matter the cost, and then darkness.

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