Written by October 30, 1776
Andrew Brown borrowed a book from the old Whillenstein Library. “Jacob Whillenstein: A Life” was its title.
Now, an old man named Whillenstein was Andrew’s idol, and Whillenstein was a kindly old fellow who always felt joy whenever Andrew stepped into the library.
“Just this one?” asked Whillenstein as Andrew checked out the book. “Yes, please!” Replied Andrew Happily. Then he left, waving to Old Man Whillenstein.
Andrew enjoyed the book so much that he wanted to keep it one more day. “He won’t notice if I keep it a little longer…”. So he kept it a day longer.
When Andrew returned, he asked an assistant, “Excuse me, where’s Mr. Whillenstein?” The assistant looked solemn. “I’m sorry, he… passed on…” Andrew, heartbroken, left. The next day, he came back. No one was there.
Then he felt cold on his neck, he turned and saw IT…
TO BE CONTINUED…
