User talk:LunarTactician

What really bothers people about me are my dreams I suppose. I live a fairly normal life, a teenager who goes to school and plays video games once he gets home. Nothing too out of ordinary.

But nobody can be totally ready for the horrors of the mind, and my mind is especially frightening in the realms of sleep.

This night, I dreamt of a library that existed close by to our universe, not quite in ours, but certainly connected to it. The dream started me out by "waking" me up in this Library, which was for all intents and purposes, completely devoid of anything except for books.

No librarian. No other people who were perusing the hallways. Just books.

After looking for any sort of signs of life, i began to traverse the library- i had always enjoyed reading. As I looked at the titles of the books, I found that each book title looked to be a name, any name, and you might be able to find it. I picked up one such book off a shelf, i can't remember what the title was, or who it was about, but i can recall that it held the complete and utter biography of that person's life, down to the thoughts they held in their mind, up until the point where they died.

The person died a fairly normal death, going to war and dying in battle, and so it was that i looked for another book that caught my eye. This second book also held the complete biography of a different person, and it also ended with the person's death, as expected of a biography.

Mind you that I was dreaming while these events occurred, and as it is while dreaming, I didn't think anything was wrong about the situation.

Eventually, after reading many different biographies, i realized a trend- each of these people had some impact on the world that i lived in, but i had never heard of them. I left the library, which for some reason had an entrance in our world, but it was at that point in my dream that I actually felt goosebumps and I knew in my mind somehow that I was being hunted.

After getting home, I began to look up the names of each person that i had read the biographies on- nothing came up for those people. Nothing.

It was as if they had been wiped from existence.

I realized then that the something that was hunting me wasn't tracking me through normal means. I knew when it was looking, but more importantly, it was using my own senses against me to know where I was. The only advantage I had was that somehow I knew that it couldn't use it's own senses to search for me, only mine.

As it were, i knew that i couldn't let this hunter find me, or more importantly, touch me. I didn't understand why at that point, but I resolved to find some way to stop it. As it were, my dreams are usually very helpful to me when i'm in danger, and my mind produced for me a character from one of my video games to fight the monster.

The monster arrived, and the only thing that I could describe it as was the bunny costume dude from Donnie Darko. Instantly i knew that if it touched me, I would be wiped from existence like all those other people. All my friends would forget about me, all mention of me, all impact i made or will make on the world or other people will never have happened, and all that would be left of me would be a book, telling the complete story of my life from the time i was born to the time I would have died, had it not been for the Library's interference.

At this point I knew that the Library had its own mind, it was a sentient creature, and for some reason it wanted my story.

The hunter smiled a hungry grin at me, and it began to make it's way towards me when the video game character sprung into action and kept holding off the monster, preventing it from coming to me. The hunter made no attempt to fight back, it was as if it couldn't harm anything except what it came for- me.

Eventually, the hunter died, and instead of dying and bleeding out like a normal creature, it simply vanished, and suddenly I knew that i was safe, I had eluded capture. The monster would no longer hunt me down.

It was then that i woke up. Fairly certain that i was safe, i proceeded to think about the dream. I realized with a start that the only reason why I had been hunted was because i had read at least a single word from inside a library book. The titles were ok to read, but if someone to read any one word from inside any book, they would be hunted down until either the monster had been killed, or the person ceased to exist, wiped completely from humanity's records.

I realized also that anything that the monster also must have it's own book in the Library, recording every event up until the point in time that was currently held. What other secrets could be held? What if the Library just wanted to not be lonely?

These thoughts filled my mind over and over until I explained my dream to some of my friends during a boy scout camping trip. My friends only looked at me strangely and said things along the lines "There's something wrong with you".

I couldn't shake the feeling that the Library would find another person, and maybe this time might not strike in the realms of dreams, where the dreamer should have the advantage.

I know that this isn't really a good creepypasta at all, but I just want to warn people. If you ever wake up in some strange library, and it's completely empty, DON'T read the books unless you plan to stay there forever. It will do you a lot more harm than good in the end, and I just want to help people out as much as possible.

So once more I'll say it- Don't read the books, your very existence is at stake.

Thank you.

--LunarTactician (talk) 03:30, November 12, 2014 (UTC)LunarTactician