A blank book

There was a legend from long long ago. A book, incomparable from the rest. It led back to the early stages of life, a young soul would find a blank book. A blank book that wasn't really blank.

From a first glance it may appear so, but in reality the words would appear like magic. It'd go into the depth of your most sanctioned fear.

A fear that could break you into a shell of a man just reading it, let alone it happening. This book however was told to do exactly that. You read your deepest fear only to have it come true when you least expect it.

That's what I strive to find in my life. I wish nothing more than to find this legendary book. Don't get me wrong, I'm no idiot but I am a man without fear.

I'm turning 22 soon and I haven't done too much with my life but I have always been proud of the fact that I'm a fearless man. No one believed me when I would tell them but there's not even a doubt of fear in my soul.

There wasn't too much details about what's happened to the book in modern day time but something in me just knew that there was a chance of me finding it and I wouldn't give up until I do so.

I've searched many libraries for this book until I came across a website after digging for hours. There was rumor that a very old historic library had a backroom of books hundreds of years old.

The first chance I had from work, I immediately took a trip to go to this library. After a few hours of driving I had already arrived.

Just from the appearance, the library seemed to look as old as the books held within were. Something deep in me was actually thrilled to feel my chances of finding the book increasing as I walked through the doors.

After some convincing (and possibly flirting) to the librarian, she led me down toward a basement like room. The room was filled with dust and the smell of old books.

I thanked her and she left me be to continue my search. I looked through shelf after shelf until I finally had seen this rotting section in the very back. It kind of looked disgusting honestly.

I reached down and grabbed this far older looking book than the rest had looked. It even felt wrong to do so and not shockingly enough, that just thrilled me even more.

I opened it up to find it blank. It immediately gave me the sensation that I had found it. I had even wondered for a moment if I really was fearless as I waited for words to appear on the pages.

I stared at the pages, waiting for something to happen. As the seconds turned into minutes and nothing happened, I really became prouder than I've been in my entire life. I was truly a fearless man.

I decided to leave the book and be on my way. I could've brought it with me, but if I had to prove my point, I knew exactly where to send someone to find it now.

I headed back upstairs and made my way out of the library. I walked outside and everything felt different. For once in my life, it was like I was truly alive, as if I was seeing color and beauty for the first time.

I walked toward my car until something strange started to happen. My fingers felt funny, almost a numbing feeling. I clenched my knuckles a few times and shook it off.

I made it to my car and sat down but the feeling continued, deepened even. It seemed to have traveled through my body now that I had thought about it.

My body was going numb in random places. It spread and as new places began to feel numb, the numb places became number until finally it was as though I couldn't feel anything at all.

I tried to move but I couldn't get anything to work. My whole body limped into the position I sat in in my car. I waited for a long time thinking that maybe it would just go away but as time passed, nothing happened.

I say nothing but during that time something had happened, something less. Im staring off into the distance, still limped over in my car. I don't know how long I've been here anymore.

I've lost all sense of everything i replayed this story in my head multiple times, just trying to keep a grasp of what's left for me to grasp onto. I finished thinking it over one last time until I reached the point of barely holding onto thoughts.

All I could think was regret. I may be a fearless man, but there is truly something worse than fear, the feeling of nothing. Suddenly there was nothing left to hold onto. I was no longer a fearless man, but a blank shell of a person.