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[harmonyhealinghub]

The Library of Secrets Shaina Tranquilino October 16, 2024

The university library was always quiet—unnaturally quiet. Even during the day, with students cramming for exams, the silence hung thick in the air, like something alive. But it was after dark that the library transformed, taking on an eerie, almost sinister presence.

Hannah had heard the stories, of course. Everyone had. Whispers about strange occurrences late at night—unexplained noises, disappearing books, even rumors of students who’d gone missing. But she didn’t believe in ghost stories, and finals were looming. She needed the peace and quiet, so when she lost track of time and the clock struck midnight, she convinced herself to stay a little longer.

The library’s ancient architecture didn’t help ease her nerves. Gothic arches loomed overhead, casting jagged shadows under the dim lights. Rows of shelves seemed to stretch endlessly, the books on them older than any of the students, some even older than the university itself. Most people avoided the lower levels, but Hannah had found a nook on the second basement floor—a place no one ever ventured.

Tonight, it was deathly still.

The air felt stagnant, as if no one had breathed in this part of the library for centuries. The only sound was the soft rustle of pages as Hannah turned them, immersed in her study. But as the minutes ticked by, something began to change.

At first, it was almost imperceptible—a soft sound, like the faintest of whispers. Hannah dismissed it, chalking it up to the creaking of the old building. But then it grew louder. The sound seemed to come from the shelves themselves, as though the books were murmuring among themselves. She looked up, scanning the empty aisles, but saw no one.

Her heart quickened. The whispers continued, a low, hissing chorus that seemed to rise from the very walls around her. She couldn’t make out the words, but the tone was unmistakable—urgent, insistent.

Hannah stood up, her chair scraping loudly against the stone floor. The sound echoed through the empty library, only to be swallowed by the oppressive silence. The whispers grew louder, surrounding her from every direction. She clutched her bag and turned toward the exit, but before she could take a step, a voice—clear and distinct—rose above the rest.

"Don’t go."

She froze. The voice was right behind her.

Slowly, she turned. There was no one there, only rows of old bookshelves and the faint flicker of a dying light bulb. But the voice persisted, now coming from all around her, each shelf carrying a different whisper.

"Stay. You need to know."

Her mind raced. She was alone. Wasn’t she? Her breath quickened as she looked around, panic creeping into her thoughts. The whispers closed in, no longer just noise, but words, forming coherent sentences that chilled her to the bone.

"The library keeps its secrets."

"They never leave."

"You’ll never leave."

She backed away, her heart pounding, trying to drown out the voices. She glanced at the shelves, her eyes darting over the ancient books, and that’s when she noticed it—a book she hadn’t seen before. Its spine was cracked and faded, its pages yellowed with age. But it wasn’t its appearance that caught her attention. It was that it seemed to be…moving.

Trembling, she reached for the book, almost against her will. Her fingers brushed the cover, and as soon as she made contact, the whispers stopped. The silence that followed was suffocating.

She opened the book, her hands shaking. The pages were filled with cramped, handwritten text, the ink smeared and blotchy as though written in haste—or fear. But it wasn’t the words that terrified her. It was the names.

Dozens of names. Hundreds. Some scratched out, others fresh. And then, at the very bottom of the page, she saw it—her own name.

Hannah Thompson.

Her stomach turned, and she slammed the book shut. The whispers returned, louder now, their tone urgent and malicious.

"You’ve seen. Now you must stay."

A cold draft swept through the library, and the lights flickered. The air felt heavier, pressing in on her chest. Desperately, she ran toward the stairwell, her footsteps echoing in the empty corridors. She reached the door to the ground floor and shoved it open, but when she stepped through, her heart sank.

She was back in the basement.

Her breathing grew ragged as she tried again, running faster this time. She threw open the door—but once again, she stood in the same eerie nook where she had started.

The whispers were deafening now, crashing over her in waves of sound. They hissed and spat, mocking her, taunting her with half-formed truths.

"You belong to us now."

She fell to her knees, clutching her head, trying to block out the noise. It was no use. The library had her now, just like it had all the others. She thought of the missing students, the unexplained disappearances, the names in the book. The library didn’t just keep knowledge. It kept them—the students who stayed too late, the ones who uncovered too much.

With a final, desperate scream, Hannah bolted toward the shelves, searching for something—anything—that could free her. But all she found were more books, more names, more secrets that no one was ever meant to know.

The last light flickered out, plunging the library into darkness. The whispers faded, replaced by a deep, oppressive silence.

And then, as if nothing had happened, the library returned to its eerie quiet, waiting for its next victim.

[animationasylum]

The Librarian

Just out on the edge of a little town called Eerie, there’s a strange and ominous library called the LoveCraft Library. This library has a reputation of being haunted, it's no wonder since every single book in this library is a horror story or a book on the occult. The entire archive of dark literature is managed by one librarian. No one knows much about the Librarian, no one even knows her name. The only thing people know about her is that she loves to share and recommend stories to the people who do come to her library for a good scary story. She is very efficient at her job as she manages the entire library by herself, keeping the books in proper order and keeping an eye on the things that lurk in the library…

Say hello to the Librarian! She's my idea for a horror host character that tells scary stories to people like the Crypt Keeper. Hopefully we'll learn more about her soon in a project I'm developing called "LibSCARY". 

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[fantasychica37]

Ok your username already makes you the best Silmarillion fan

Also if you want to know about the best Silmarillion comics go to @alyruko (no longer draws Tolkien) and if you want to know one of the memes that’s the only one I can think of right now go to https://cy-lindric.tumblr.com/post/128111870838/i-was-reading-tdf-7-and-all-the-way-through-it (and @cultofmilker) and if you are sad about Túrin go to @cursedbook

Greetings, Silmarillion fandom. I recently graduated college and the only thing I wanted to do to celebrate my newfound freedom was reread the elf bible. Please welcome me.

I might occasionally share my thoughts with you. I also might occasionally make you want to shoo me off your dashboard like cookie crumbs.

[articphrog]

Have you ever read a book so weird that Cornal Sanders just shows up and tells the main character to move a rock...

[trickandmxgic]

she wish for a snuggle u_u

          “Is that all? Ask and you shall receive, my lady~” replies Jia, as he then wraps his arms around Sylvia and proceeds to bury his face in her neck, leaving small kisses on her skin while cuddling against her like there was no tomorrow. With Jia, there could indeed be no tomorrow, too, thanks to his illness, so small moments like these were ones he never took lightly, as Sylvia was probably seeing first hand right now! “It’s a good thing my schedule for today is clear; I can stay here like this with you for as long as you desire~” 

[andysimionato]

Donald Barr is the author of Space Relations, published in 1973. The science-fiction story is about sex slavery. Donald Barr’s son is the Trump appointed US Attorney General, William Barr. William Barr is currently investigating the death of Jeffrey Epstein. Epstein died while in custody while being investigated for sex slavery. Entire book available at the ~~ Internet Archive

[fantasychica37]

It's just - going from doom and death to Bilbo the hobbit… those poor first time readers! I just think it's really funny is all, like the final post made by @cursedbook

I’m currently in a book club online that’s doing a Tolkien readthrough with The Silmarillion, The Children of Húrin, The Hobbit, and The Lord of the Rings. We’re 100 pages into The Silmarillion already, so I wish I hadn’t procrastinated sending this ask. I was wondering if you wanted to join? It’s certainly had me thinking about you. We read a chapter a day, so it won’t be the insane sprint we had through The Two Towers with the newsletter, but it’s fun!

ohhh that sounds like so much fun!! thank you so much for thinking of me 🥺🥺

where can I find it? 👀

[dorywhynot]

Day 17--#cursedbook Ughhh what a bummer. I was really looking forward to this prompt but at no point during the hours of halfheartedly puddling something on the paper and wiping it off did I feel like painting 😑 rather than continuing to wrestle with it I thought it better to "finish" and start fresh with the next one tomorrow. We all have bad art days. #day17 #badartday #artstruggles #horror #macabre #possessed #occult #whynoctober #whynoctober2017 #inktober #inktober2017 #drawlloween #drawlloween2017 #artchallenge #instagramartchallenge #31dayartchallenge #octoberartchallenge #art #artist #artistsononstagram #painting #watercolor #illustration #dorywhynot #bostonart #bostonartist #femaleartist

[teeswindowreadingposts-blog]

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[fantasychica37]

This is the first post I have ever blazed:)))

Edit: @cursedbook please put me on your blog uwu

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Hi my name is Túrin Adanedhel Agarwaen Úmarthion Dagnir Glaurunga Gorthol Mormegil Neithan Thurin Turambar and I have long ebony brown hair that reaches my thighs and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Níniel (AN: if u don’t know who they are get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Denethor Steward of Gondor of the house of Húrin but I wish I was because they’re a major fucking hottie. I have pale white skin. I’m also a angsty emo warrior, and I kill everyone I love by accident in Brethil where I kill orcs and cry a lot I guess (I’m 35). I’m a emo (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Doriath and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black armor with matching lace around it and a black leather miniskirt, a magical dragon-helm and black combat boots. I was wearing the blood of all my friends. I was walking outside Doriath. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of elves stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them. “Hey Túrin Adanedhel Agarwaen Úmarthion Dagnir Glaurunga Gorthol Mormegil Neithan Thurin Turambar!” shouted a voice. I looked up. It was… Saeros!

(myimmortal.neocities.org)

[deadliveevents]

Cursed Books Curling up with a good book is something many recommend but with these books, you may just curl up for good. Cursed and poisoned books. #deadlive #hauntedbooks #cursedbooks #spookybooks #cursed https://youtu.be/MFexMO3nORU https://www.instagram.com/p/Bnsydg_HNz4/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=rkxyvkmawfth

[deadliveevents]

Cursed Books Curling up with a good book is something many recommend but with these books, you may just curl up for good. Cursed and poisoned books. #deadlive #hauntedbooks #cursedbooks #spookybooks #cursed https://youtu.be/MFexMO3nORU