Chapter 134: One Page
"It’s on, it’s—" Lilia writhed on her bed, the book turned upside down in her hands. Her palms flew to her face as she kicked her legs again, screaming into the empty room. Grabbing her pillow, she slammed it against the bed before smothering her face with it, a muffled squeal escaping.
She rolled again. Then again. And then—
PLUP!
Her body fell to the floor as she rolled on the ground too.
"Oh my—oh my heavens," she gasped.
It was already midnight—almost past it—and yet Lilia found herself still clutching the strange black book. She was getting far too used to it. Addicted, even. Whether she wanted to or not, something about the book had cast a spell on her, urging her to keep reading. It was already late—but she didn’t care.
"I’ll just read one last page," she always whispered to herself. But that one page turned into pages and pages. And that was all she kept saying—one last page.
But then she felt it again. That same wild rush.
"No, you don’t. No, you don’t!" she shouted, pointing at the book like she was talking to one of the characters inside.
She stood, dusting her nightgown dramatically as she walked back to the bed and laid down—then sat up, a smile still lingering on her face, her cheeks burning hard.
Suddenly, she jumped off her bed and began bouncing around the room like someone possessed. Anyone who saw her would’ve thought she had gone insane—but it was the book. It was all because of the book.