hauntedlibrarian2222

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im biting you so hard rn you dont evend KNOW

Charlie, get out of my inbox.

[hauntedlibrarian2222]

did u fall in bro (also don't look in like the third isle for uhh hraccoon reasons yeah)

P. Pardon? Also, uh, not quite. I just haven't had time to write or document for,, a while, now. I hope to try to do more writing soon but? Euh

[hauntedlibrarian2222]

haha you said underwearwait fuck

:)

[hauntedlibrarian2222]

hey dude have you heard about the thing that happened under there yet

I’ll save you the time; underwear. you made me say underwear, good job

[hauntedlibrarian2222]

yes.

that answers absolutely nothing

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uhh i think it might be specific areas but like i dunno i don't go into town much i like the woods

Do you just ,, hang out in there, unharmed?? Are you kinda like me in regards to the Library but with the woods??? Or do you get your shit rocked daily

[hauntedlibrarian2222]

oh hell yeah.

egh. Do you think it’s the entire town or is the library and forest just,,, weird?

I haven’t seen anyone else react to the kinda stuff I see in the library like it’s normal, so.

[hauntedlibrarian2222]

i wasn't going to do anything but there's plenty that could. i mean, like, you work at the library, you should know

Oh god. Does that shit actually extend to the forest, too?

[hauntedlibrarian2222]

oh maybe not then

What- were you planning to do?? Huh??

[hauntedlibrarian2222]

i dunno you just set off my 'that person's gay' alarm, and we could just send the highschoolers into the woods or smthn also you didn't tell anyone about the stealing right because that would be super uncool and it totally didn't happen anyway

I mean, I can easily spread a rumour to get to them out there, so long as they don’t.. get too hurt?

Also I mentioned it here, but hardly anyone reads my monologuing anyways so you’re fine.

[hauntedlibrarian2222]

omg me too we should make a club

I mean, uhh, sure— but I don’t know how much I trust this tiny town to be. uh. welcoming. I don’t believe they would be? Or maybe just the high schoolers here suck. Dunno

You also didn’t- answer my question-

[hauntedlibrarian2222]

are you like,, gay? no particular reason im justcurious bro you kinda seem queer

I mean assuming you don’t out me to this entire shit ass town; yeah. I am

How do I ‘seem’ gay though??-

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Part 1.E

October 11th, ####

So, I’m finally back from the hospital. Collin kept the library in— really good shape, actually, despite the ‘Tony Incident’ (as he’s named it). Kinda.. kept it in better shape than I do, myself, which is— kinda embarrassing. But, oh well, the extra help was.. nice? I really need to make time to properly thank him; he does way too much for me and I do way too little for him. Maybe I’ll get him another book? Either way, I think I’ll, uh, have to condemn myself to small talk. I wanna figure out what he likes and get him something nice, it’s the least I could do for him, having saved and covered my ass for the fourth time. I always thank him, it just.. I dunno, it doesn’t feel like enough.

Either way, I got back today. It was weirdly quiet, but my lovely and dependable friend, the fucking ankle biter, was still roosted in it’s corner as per usual. It seemed.. sad, though? Usually, when I look at it, I just feel.. anger— but not my own. But this time it was sadness? Just overwhelming, choking, acrid sadness. And, weirdly enough, after staring for a bit it.. left. It fucking left. Or, uh, it more so disappeared. But that’s something it’s never done before, ever.

Maybe Collin found it and knocked some sense into it, pfff. That’d be funny.

Other then that, though, the library was normal. Tony was in the upstairs, as per usual; and through a rasped, hoarse throat he complained to me about Collin. That marks maybe the second time he’s spoken to me.

“Curator,” He spat “What was up with the.. thee.. blonde.. the blond? Why?”

“Sorry, that was just Collin. I— uh, I’m sure you noticed I was out for a bit—“

“They came upstairs!!”

“.. Yes, I know. They told me.”

With Tony giving a distressed whine that rattled against his throat, they’d slump against the railings.

“Whyyyy..”

“I— was out, for a bit. Uh,.. hospital. I left him in charge of cleaning, and he- just.. went up there, man. I told him not to, but it wasn’t to— like.. spite you, or something.” I raised my free hand defensively, the other still wrapped around a stack of books I was returning, “Promise?”

With another rattled whine, he’d then groan— dramatically pulling himself off the railing.

I don’t think I ever described Tony, have I?

“Fineee,.. will he be baaaack?”

“Yes, but not to clean. They won’t disturb you.”

“Good.”

Sticking out a dried and old tongue, Tony would then slink away into the darkness of the upstairs. The bulbs were still busted; no matter how many times I’d replace them, they’d break. I’m pretty sure it’s him breaking them, honestly. It’d check out, he really likes his ‘darkness disappearing act of the century’, as he calls it.

Tony was.. interesting. He was relatively humanoid, but wore clothes akin to what you’d probably imagine some medieval farmer to wear. Honestly? I’m convinced he’s a ghost, or something. The ends of his hands and feet are frayed— they fade out. Plus, his skin is.. dry, and old; same with his tongue; same with his previously blue eyes, now just really a faded and milky gray. Typical ‘ghost’ crap, I’d think. It’s weird, but I’ve gotten used to it. He just looks.. normal to me, now.

Oh, he also wears a hat; a hat he stole from me, actually. I dared to leave one of my beanies out one day, only for it to disappear. Then Tony had it. When I asked for it back, he just cracked a scraggly smile and disappeared again.

.. He’s.. really weird looking, now I realize. Not bad weird, just.. weird.

Same with Collin, kinda. He never dresses with the weather, and he’s.. massive. Around this time of year, it’s usually— pretty cold. About 10°C in the day, 4°C at night; stuff like that. These days, he usually wears a damn tank top, just a thin ass tank top, with an old aviator’s jacket. Except he only wears the jacket inside? I don’t get it; I don’t get him. He’s the most.. normal-weird person I’ve ever met, and it’s so disorientating.

It isn’t necessarily bad, though. I wouldn’t call it bad, I wouldn’t— really call any of him bad. He’s just.. weird. Pff.

The day went on normally, after that. As normal as it is here usually, anyhow. I set some books away that had caught dust, checked that all the shelves were still intact, fixed the boiler, and some other stuff. All very mundane things. Now, I’m kind of just.. sitting around, really. I’ve got a book I plan to read, that’s about it.

Today’s been calm.

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Part 1.D

October 10th, ####

CW// IV Drip mention, very slight description; Stomach Issues Mention / Emetophobia

It’s been about two days since I was admitted to the hospital. Turns out the ‘gash’ on my leg was a bit more severe than they all thought, and I had to stick around a bit longer so they could ‘supervise it’.

Sitting around in the hospital sucked, and I hated the constant itch of the IV drip. The nurse that checked up on me wasn’t too bad, at least, but even they were a bit frustrating at times. They’d constantly treat me like I was as high as a kite and couldn’t think for myself, which was.. extremely irritating. Seeing as I was fully conscious. It’s their job, yeah, but I.. I dunno, I’ve never liked being baby talked. It just makes me feel.. stupid. With that, they’d also super often bring me the wrong food— which I didn’t care about, they have probably a whole handful of other people to take care of, but it is annoying whenever they’d accidentally give me food I was allergic to and would forget to bring me something different. I didn’t even know seafood was an option at hospitals, but apparently at this one it is. But, honestly, I don’t know what I expected. We don’t exactly have the best healthcare out here.

But, hey, maybe I just hate hospitals, too; I don’t know— I’ve never liked going to them. I’ve been in and out since I was a kid for a multitude of reasons. Primarily, my stomach; my stomach’s always been off since I was about.. Eight? Somewhere around there. I would get horrible stomach aches at night, which soon turned into full-blown vomit sessions as I got older. I still deal with that, uh, mess, but it’s far less severe now— and it happens maybe once or twice a month. Back then, it was once or twice, sometimes thrice, a week. It’s still crappy, but I manage.

But, I digress. Sitting in this hospital has made me realize something;

I don’t think Colin is human, either.

I had a lot of time to think on it, and what— last happened at the library. I have multiple reasons for this, too, but I reaaally don’t think I should share like.. half of them. But my main one, right now, is how he got in the library whenever I got attacked.

1. I don’t leave spare keys around.

2. He supposedly can’t lock pick, and even at that— you can’t really lock pick that door, the cogs are too jammed— I can barely even use my key on it. It would break most tools, I’ve tried. Just a, uh,.. security measure. Also got worried I’d get locked out one day.

3. The library was closed, anyways, and I’m sure he knew that— so why was he there at all?

And 4., I definitely locked the door. See, I go through this sort of, uhm, routine every night. It consists of me checking every single last window, door, and known crevice before heading to bed— and I have a checklist for it, too. Along with a handful alarms I set up to make sure I don’t doze off without doing this. I have a clear memory of locking the doors securely that night. Even testing them. There wasn’t any damage to the door the morning, either, so it’s not like he broke his way in?

So I have no idea how he got in. The only way I could imagine would be the doors automatically opening— they automatically open up at about.. 12 PM, if I don’t open them myself by then. But it was maybe around 7:30 AM whenever everything went down. It makes no damn sense how he got in, and I was too loopy to bother to ask him how— because I hadn’t even properly realized all this until I sat down in the hospital and began writing.

Either way it freaks me out, but if I trust anyone to mysteriously get into the library at any time— it’s Collin. He’s saved me like.. three, now four, damn times now— like some wacko guardian angel. And then he gets confused about what he saved me from? I dunno, it’s weird, but I trust Colin with this, thankfully. It’s not like he’s ever given me a reason to distrust him, or something. He just.. comes in, reads, and occasionally saves me from near death— but I’d assume that’s a side activity for him. If saving me was his main hobby, then I’d be concerned.

But, anyway, other than just.. all of this, I haven’t been doing much. Not like I can do much, anyway, I’ve just kinda been hanging out. I’m currently waiting on lunch, and I have no idea when it’ll come. Really mundane stuff in comparison to my, uh,.. usual hustle n’ bustle.

With the gash, though, one of the nurses asked me about it— which was.. interesting. He asked me where I had gotten it, and since I decided I didn’t want to be called crazy today— I just said that I had fallen down some concrete stairs. A half-truth. He looked at me, though, really intensely. Like he was trying to pick my brain with his eyesight. It was, uhm, uncomfortable. Like, insanely uncomfortable. His eyes looked bulged and his face began to flush from sheer concentration. He did that for a whole few minutes, too, and right before I was about to ask him to stop— he spoke.

“Are you sure it was stairs?”

He was speaking in a low, quiet voice— like he couldn’t be heard. I just pretended to be confused. I had no idea who this guy was, and I didn’t trust this. Not one bit. Not after that look.

“I’m.. pretty sure, yeah? What else could it have been?”

“.. Oh, nothing.”

And he walked off. He just turned and left, just like that. It was weird. It felt weird. That happened yesterday, around.. 2:30 PM, I think? Something like that, around that time. I’d get someone questioning the wound, especially with the reason I gave; but how he moved. It was.. unnatural.

Colin also visited at me, some point. He seemed worried whenever he opened the door, but that kind of worry where I knew it wasn’t really over me.

“.. ‘Eyyy..”

He sounded awkward, and I couldn’t really guess why, so I just greeted him back. And then he began to worry-delve into how he supposedly had messed something up at the library. I had left him in charge of it, which he offered, while I was out. Mainly just to clean it and make sure the place didn’t fall apart, but other then that— it was closed for the time being.

“.. What— did you do? Is this like that time you started freaking out over accidentally fraying the edges of a boo—“

“No! No, this ain’t as- silly, I promise. I, uh—” He paused to swallow, “—..Remember how y’told me not t’ever go upstairs?”

“Did.. you go upstairs, Colin?”

“.. yeah-“

“What happened?” I murmured in a sigh, crossing my arms as I leaned back on the crummy little bed I had.

“There— was a person up there? If you can call it that.. And they were staring at me— and I told ‘em I was just up there to clean, and then they, uh, began.. screeching? Like just— high-pitched screeches. Kinda like— kinda like a bat?”

I had given Colin permission to clean the library, and I guess I forgot to mention to not go upstairs, but.

Good lord, he finally found them. Surprised he hadn’t seen them peering down from the railings before, but, hey. Maybe they’re just good at hiding.

“.. Yeah, that’s just Todd. He sits up there and chucks me down books sometimes.”

“.. I.. what?”

“Did I stutter? That’s Todd. Todd doesn’t like strangers, though, hence the, uhm, screeching. Probably got— worried why you were there instead of me, y’know?” I gave a light shrug.

Half-truth. Todd never really saw me, because I never went upstairs— but we had seen each other over the railings, a lot. He had a few staring contests, and then he’d smile at me. They had one wicked smile, though, and it was.. kinda unnerving. I got used to it, though.

“.. and.. you— y’never decided t’tell me ‘bout Todd?”

I paused, before nodding with another light shrug. “Well, yes..? It’s— not like you were, uh, we’re supposed to ever see them, anyway, soo—“

Colin seemed to give an avid sigh of relief before sitting back down on his chair, resting a hand on the bridge of his nose and pinching it.

“I thought I had accidentally upset an unruly horror, but no.. just Todd.”

“Yeaaah..” I leaned back in the bed a bit further, giving a nervous chuckle while shutting my eyes as the tense air left the room. “That’s— that’s a very common feeling in there, isn’t it?”

Colin gave a whispered chuckle. “Jeez, no wonder you’re so egged out all the time.”

“Wh— egged out?”

“Yeah, egged out. Like, y’know, stressy? Anxious?”

“Egged??”

“Yeah, Egged.”

A moment passed between us with silence, before we both began to chuckle aloud— I pressed a hand over my mouth. It took us a second to calm down again, and I was the first to speak.

“Is.. that all you came here for, though?” My voice was a bit weary from the snickering. I didn’t really laugh a lot, but it felt nice to. Especially felt nice to with Collin.

“Oh— well, not entirely— I just wanted to see how you were holding up, too. Which, uhm, speaking of which—“ He’d force an awkward smile, “— how are you?”

I gave a small huff from my nose, slumping over— before full-blown laying down with a light groan.

“Hungry. And my everything has been achy the entire time I’ve been here.”

“Oh, so t’usual?”

Sitting up, I shot Colin a look— not inherently hostile, moreso.. playful? We looked at each other like that a lot. It felt like we were friends. Did he see me as a friend?

“It’ll be the usual for you, once I get out of this bed, I swear.”

“Hey— hey, no need for hostilitiessss..” Drawing out the words, he’d chuckle again. “Never thought I’d get threatened in a hospital—“

“Well, think again!” I gave a light grin, one of the rare instances I did. At least I think? Maybe I smile more than I realize, I have no idea— but people ask if I’m sad a lot, so I’ll guess not.

We chatted for a bit after that, and then he left. I wanted to ask about the door thing, but I felt like I’d be putting him on the spot— or maybe he’d feel like I was accusing him of breaking in, I don’t know. Either way, I decided against asking, for now at least.

I also had another visitor, but seeing as you can probably see the interaction on the blog; I’m not delving into that mess. The sucker even stole something while they were here.

But, I’m gonna be released from the hospital tomorrow, and then it’s back to the usual routine.

Hopefully, they haven’t missed me too much.

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What do ghost taste like?- asking for a….friend…

Uh. I don’t know, but once I’m back in the library I’ll find out for you. The upstairs will never know what hit ‘em.

[hauntedlibrarian2222]

hey

Hey.

@rangelessranger​ What’s this?

[hauntedlibrarian2222]

you heard me

omg did i get a town name bro that's so cool what do they say about me like am i a cool cryptid thing or do they know about the other stuff

Cryptic, yeah. Sometimes the kids come in and ask about the ‘Woodsman’ and they’ve got some weird chant for you. Albeit I don’t know the chant.

And then there’s this one kid who just says you’re a weirdo