Novel & Cerita Murakami The Strange Library

Curiosity continuously gnaws at my heart. Pushing the door open, I gasped loudly at the books on different shelves. Surprisingly, it is an in-house library. What caught my attention the most was the large book with a strange cover and unreadable writings, sitting pretty on a book stand. It made me wonder why it was a standalone and not on the shelf like the others. Glancing back at the door, I felt the urge to back away, but I stayed back.

The enormous library stood empty when she slipped inside. Rain tapped quietly against tall windows while thunder rolled faintly outside. At the far end of the room stood an enormous painting of an older Francesco ancestor. Something about it looked wrong. Elena stepped closer slowly. The whispers became louder. Behind. Her pulse quickened. Carefully she reached toward the painting— and nearly jumped when it shifted beneath her touch. A hidden door. Cold air rushed outward immediately. The smell hit her first. Dust. Mold. And something older beneath it.

She hung there, held by invisible strings. “Grandma, let me go! She’s going to die!” June thrashed, kicking at the emptiness, but she couldn’t move forward. “You can’t save her with a spear,” the voice said. “You have to make a trade. Look at the feet of the Ruby Collector.” June looked down. At the bottom of the platform, something moved—a small, black shadow. It was just a hole. But when June looked inside, something froze her to the bone. A library. Her library from Earth. But the books inside—every one of them—were bleeding.

"I'm happy to be with you, no. You're like-" I was surprised because he suddenly screamed. He was still holding her mouth and one hand was pointing at him. "Oh my god! In...where and what is that? It's just his face because I remembered it," he seemed stressed from what he was thinking earlier when he saw my ID. "Riki...order? Ah!" I stayed away from him because of the weird things that were happening to him. Scary. "Are you all right? Keep shouting," I said. "Ramen house! Right, at that ramen house!"

She had been engrossed in the book that she did not know when he went out of the room. "Everything is strange." She muttered as she took the cup of coffee from his stretched hand. "Thank you" Damien nodded and sat down again. He did not know how many strange she meant by everything so, he waited for her to speak. "This journal, it's exactly the same as my mother's. Well, technically the same," She said and shrugged. "Only the writing and photo on the front cover are different." Damien thought for a while and asked, "Did you ever hear of a Mirabella Wilson?"

⸻ “But stories don’t disappear.” ⸻ The shelves brightened. ⸻ “Even forgotten stories remain somewhere.” ⸻ The stars beyond the library flickered. ⸻ “Even erased stories leave scars.” ⸻ The Witness remained silent. ⸻ Because deep down… It knew she was right. ⸻ 🌙 The Book Without A Title As they approached the black door… A single book floated from the darkness. 📖 ⸻ Unlike every other book… It had no title.

Some canvases were broken, as if in frustration. Next, I visited the library. Many of the books were old and hopelessly confusing. Most incomprehensible of all were the ritual books, which made up the bulk of his library. There were only a few novels, and judging by the dust, they hadn’t been touched in years. Evidently, Salem was not the sort of man who read for pleasure.

However, no matter how hard she wanted to force herself to think that the situation wasn’t something big deal, she couldn’t still erase the fear that she has in her heart especially whenever she remembers the face of the woman who looked like her and the vast amount of blood that looked horrifying and somehow felt like familiar to her eyes—which was even more concerning. Anyway, another weird thing that suddenly occurred to the maiden’s mind: how could the librarian sound so certain about the words she was saying to her when Crostelia herself didn’t even know the librarian to the extent where they could talk about each other’s personal life. Does Miss Miya know her? Wait! Speaking of the lib

Everyone was just strange. One day, in between classes, I finally found some spare time to slip away to the library. For a few days, I'd been meaning to do some research on Moon Wolves, a topic that had piqued my interest since I arrived at college. I went through the shelves and pulled down dusty old tomes and flipping through their pages. I finally found the book. This was what I had been searching for, and a chance to get to know more about the mysteries of my world and the hidden truths beneath. I signed at the checkout before making my way back to my dorm, but my excitement was cut short by an unexpected encounter.

Sparkly clean. I saw an open door that led to a walk-in closet and I walked in. I gasped at the extravagance I saw in there. I felt embarrassed that as a girl I probably didn’t own half as much as this man owned, and my wardrobe was no joke, I had a good wardrobe which was stylish, sophisticated, and even expensive, but this was on another level.