Page 62 of Mail Order Bride: A Psychological Thriller

Chapter Thirty-Six

Journal Entry

Author Unknown

The librarian had to die. What a shame. I imagine it's hard to replace all that knowledge. It was so easy too. Wrapping my hands around her thin, wrinkled, bitter old neck, and squeezing, squeezing, squeezing until the light in her eyes went out.

This is not to say she didn't fight. I have to give credit where credit is due. She gave it her best shot. But it was pathetic, still. Imagine trying to swat an errant housefly, but the housefly has you beat every time. That’s what it was like. I was the housefly, just in case that part’s not clear.

At some point, she stopped struggling. She became limp. And her eyes glazed over. I don't know if she was dead or not, but I knew she was done fighting.

That’s when a book caught my attention. I know it sounds absurd, but there were a lot of books that got tossed around, many I haven't read. The book caught my eye, but it was the faint sound, like rustling pages, that really got my attention. It was then, in my peripheral vision, that I saw what was happening. The librarian's eyes snapped wide open. Her face contorted with rage.

“No... No…” I croaked.

A look of recognition crossed her face; she dropped her chin to her chest then sprang to her feet, lifting a heavy leather-bound book with a white loose-leaf binder in its pages. I backed away. But this thing, this woman, and her second wind, whatever it was, was after me.

I watched in astonishment as she slowly shuffled toward me. It was like living in a horror movie. And then, slowly, deliberately, she raised the book above her head. The long, leather-bound book was some weapon, let me tell you. It came down with a crash. It sounded like thunder.

A lot happened after that. But the most important thing you need to know is that the librarian went down like a sack of potatoes. Her head burst open. The inside looked like a bag of soggy jelly. Not really what one would expect knowledge to look like.

Unfortunately, I couldn't just leave her there like that. What would people say? With all the mess, no doubt they'd cry murder.

So, I had to make sure she disappeared. I considered grabbing a book on magic, but then I came to my senses. Who has the time to read anymore?