The library's interior was a labyrinth of towering bookshelves, some teetering with the weight of their contents, while others stood eerily empty. That place was very beautiful. But beneath the beauty, an unsettling presence lingered—a feeling that she wasn’t alone.

A scary voice came saying: “Welcome, Alice.”

that voice like the whispers. “We’ve been expecting you.” Alice had always been drawn to the old library like a moth to a flame. As a bookworm, she spent most of her free time browsing through the dusty shelves, uncovering hidden gems and forgotten knowledge. But on this particular day, something was different. The air inside the library seemed to vibrate with an otherworldly energy, and Alice felt an inexplicable sense of restlessness.

As the hours passed, Alice became more and more entangled in the library's secrets. She stumbled upon hidden rooms, secret passages, and ancient tomes bound in human skin. The voice continued to whisper to her, guiding her through the labyrinthine shelves, leading her deeper into the heart of the library. One book in particular caught her attention. Its cover was worn and cracked, the title "Don't open". As she opened the book, the pages crackled with age, releasing a faint, pungent scent that made her head spin. 

As she read on, the library around her began to change. The shadows deepened, the air grew colder, and the whispers in her mind became a cacophony of terror. Alice realized that she had unleashed a malevolent force, a curse that had lain dormant within the book's pages.

The man a figure shrouded in mystery, appeared before her, eyes blazing with darkness intensity. 

man : "You should not have opened the book." he hissed, voice like a rusty gate. "Now, you must pay the price."