“The Forbidden Tome”
I open the book.
The pages are ancient, yellowed, and brittle. The ink is faded and the handwriting is spidery, almost illegible. I blow on the pages to loosen them, and they creak loudly in protest.
The book is a dictionary. But not just any dictionary. It’s a dictionary of forbidden knowledge. A dictionary of the occult. A dictionary of the ancient civilization that created it.
I start to read.
As I read, I feel a strange sensation. My mind is becoming sharper, more focused. I can understand things that I never could before. I feel like I’m unlocking the secrets of the universe.
But at the same time, I feel a growing darkness within me. A creeping evil that I can’t shake off.
I can’t stop reading.
The more I read, the stronger the darkness becomes. It’s like a poison, slowly seeping into my soul.
I start to feel strange physical changes. My skin grows pale and clammy. My eyes turn an eerie shade of red. I develop a thirst for blood.
I know what’s happening to me. I’m becoming a vampire bat.
I’m terrified. But I can’t stop myself. I’m addicted to the knowledge in this book.
I’m trapped in a cycle of enlightenment and horror. My mind is expanding, but my soul is decaying.
I’m not sure how much longer I can keep this up.
Should I try to destroy the book?
Or should I embrace my transformation and become the creature I’m destined to be?