1899
FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DON'T KNOW, THIS IS A PARODY OF THE FAMOUS CREEPYPASTA "1999".
"The year is eighteen-ninety-nine."
That sentence brings me back to my senior wood-chopping class when I was 14 and a half years old, where we would do nothing to chop wood all day to build summer homes for people. The year 1899 exists as a mustard stain on my shirt, as something I can try to wipe all day but It would never go away. 1899 was when I built my 100th house, my first time on a rowboat, and, unfortunately, the loss of my sanity completely.
That one memory that refuses to be wiped.
And it all started with a section in a library.
At the time, books were the latest fad to hit my class. In their spare time, whenever my classmates weren't chopping wood, they would take out their books and read until they had work to do again. encyclopaedias, biographies fiction books and historical fiction books, and, the most popular, books starring the famous explorer Utah McLaren. So of course, when I came home from school, I would go to my room and stay glued to books about him for about an hour, which was when supper (mainly consisting of deer and bread), was ready. The only problem was that you couldn't read that many Utah McLaren books in an hour, something I whined on and on about. My parents, and probably, the whole town, got tired of hearing me complain every day, which is probably why they built a library downtown.
The library was right in the middle of town, where the old general store used to be. Unfortunately, It was just a real small one and only had a couple sections of books, with none starring Utah McLaren. I didn't care, though, I was just thrilled that my town got its own library. After looking at the sections several times, I came to the conclusion that the library only has 5,000 books, about half the size of an average library, and had only a couple hundred that were worth reading, so I checked out about twenty of those and read those for a while. It wasn't for a few months before I discovered a new section in the library.
One day in May, I was roaming through the library, trying to see if there were any Utah McLaren books. I decided to ask a librarian if there were any Utah McLaren books in the library. "McLaren?" the librarian said. "We have some books on that. Follow me."
I couldn't believe my luck! Utah McLaren books in the library I didn't think had any books worth reading! Excitedly, I followed the librarian to a cellar just where the very small "J" section is and went down the steps. At the bottom of the steps, there was a poorly-lit room with about 50 books. I went over to the bookcase, and sure enough, the librarian was right. There were Utah McLaren books. I grabbed all the ones I hadn't read yet. I was just about to leave when something else caught my eye. It was a book with a fox on it. It had no words, no colour, no nothing. But I decided to take it anyway. I should have left that book on the bookcase.
THIS STORY IS NOT DONE, DO NOT EDIT!
-Fr0gers
(Thanks to whoever wrote "1999")