The Taylight Zone - Anthology One

03 - Untitled - Rain

"Hey guys! A library!!"

Zac found his way into the next room of the house.

Taylor followed, but Isaac was mesmerised by the girl in the portrait in the hall outside. Zac ran from shelf to shelf, trying to find any book that interested him.

"Zac, watch it. Mom and dad want to be able to do this place up before you demolish it." There was sarcasm, but no trace of a smile in Taylor's voice.

Zac didn't notice.

His gaze was held heavily onto a book on the second top shelf of seven, a strange expression on his face. Taylor moved over to stand next to his brother, trying to figure out what he had seen. He could see nothing interesting until one familiar word caught his eye. He couldn't quite figure out what he had seen, or where, so he moved his eyeline all around, taking in every surface.

Then he saw it.

Right where Zac had been staring, all along, was an old looking, tan covered book, and shoddy gold lettering giving a slight impression of one word.

Hanson.

His mind held no logic then, only enough to enable him to get this one book from that shelf. Zac's mind was on the same wave.

He saw a ladder over the other side, and he and Zac rushed to carry it over. Zac being the lightest of the two, clambered up, pulled the book out, dropped it into Taylor's hands, and crawled back down, not bothering to move the ladder back to it's original position.

Then Isaac decided to finally move his gaze away from his current object of desire, {sadly enough, a 230 year old woman, or a portrait of her 112 years ago} and moved himself into the library. Taylor hid the book behind him, and he and Zac huddled next to each other, hands behind backs.

"What have you done this time?" he sighed.

They both shook their heads and spoke confidently, "Nothing" at once.

Giving up already, the oldest brother moved himself out of the room, hoping to find a place to sleep. Moving was a tiring job.

Now paranoid, Zac and Taylor raced around the house, looking for somewhere secluded and hidden to read their new find. Finally, they came across the attic. The light was dim, and the entire place smelled of rats and fungus, but that didn't matter.

Curiosity overtook it all.

Taylor opened the book, admiring the old-style Hanson symbol on the front, and frowning at the absence of an author, publisher, or even copyright. He sighed, and turned over to the first page.

Huddling together, they read aloud.

"Hey guys! A library!!"

Zac found his way into the next room of the house.

Taylor followed, but Isaac was mesmerised by the girl in the portrait in the hall outside. Zac ran from shelf to shelf, trying to find any book that interested him.

"Zac, watch it. Mom and dad want to be able to do this place up before you demolish it." there was sarcasm, but no trace of a smile in Taylor's voice. Zac didn't notice.

His gaze was held heavily onto a book on the second top shelf of seven, a strange expression on his face. Taylor moved over to stand next to his brother, trying to figure out what he had seen. He could see nothing interesting until one familiar word caught his eye. He couldn't quite figure out what he had seen, or where, so he moved his eyeline all around, taking in every surface.

Then he saw it.

Right where Zac had been staring, all along, was an old looking, tan covered book, and shoddy gold lettering giving a slight impression of one word.

"Hanson."

Zac looked at Taylor, and Taylor looked at Zac. Shaking his head, Taylor turned the page. When he looked, Zac was gone, and the trap door was ajar.

"Damn chicken," he muttered, turning one more page. He sighed, and began to read again.

Zac looked at Taylor, and Taylor looked at Zac. Shaking his head, Taylor turned the page. When he looked, Zac was gone, and the trap door was ajar.

"Damn chicken," he muttered, turning one more page. He sighed, and began to read again. Hearing a noise behind him, he turned. . .

Hearing a noise behing him, he turned, but seeing nothing, began reading again.

...but seeing nothing, began reading again. Once again, there it was. A soft shuffle, and the movement of boxes and chests as something passed them.

Once again, there it was. A soft shuffle, and the movement of boxes and chests as something passed them. Taylor sighed, and went back to the book, determined not to turn again.

Taylor sighed, and went back to the book, determined not to turn again.

Once again, he heard it, but this time it was approaching. He wasn't scared. It was his imagination, playing games. . . Or was it gut feeling? The soft pitter-patter of dog or cat -like feet were closer, advancing, waiting. He shook his head. This was stupid. Promise or no promise, he turned. He didn't like what he saw.



Hours later, Zac and Isaac appeared at the trap door, hoping to find their brother. He'd been known to get "lost in a book", but this was ridiculos. He had been up there for five hours.

Isaac saw no one, only a lonely book lying in the middle of the floor. On the cover was the simple word, "Untitled". He turned past the cover page, and began reading.

Hours later, Zac and Isaac appeared at the trap door, hoping to find their brother. He'd been known to get "lost in a book", but this was ridiculos. He had been up there for five hours. Isaac saw no one, only a lonely book lying in the middle of the floor. On the cover was the simple word, "Untitled". He turned past the cover page, and began reading.

Once he had read through all there was, frowning, he called his brother Zac over. "Hey Zac, check out this book! It's freaky. . ."

But when he opened it again, to show his brother his findings, the book was empty.

Frowning, Isaac called his brother Zac over.

"Hey Zac, check out this book! It's freaky. . ."

But when he opened it again, to show his brother his findings, the book was empty.
 
  
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