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Curiosity Kills
Now, Mr. Silvio, even if he is a librarian, isn't your ordinary person. He sleeps very late in the day, and doesn't go to church. This is enough to commit him to a label, eccentric. But what's more, Mr. Silvio is planning something. Everyone knows it. He is even more unsocial then before, keeping his secrets to himself. Even if people talk to him, just to get a light, "hello!" from their lips, he will turn and walk briskly away. Rumors spread very quickly in a small place as this, where everyone knows their neighbor down the street, or across town. But what is it? What is Mr. Silvio planning? Is it something big, or small? Something evil, or something extremely good? No one knows, and no one plans to find out.
Except me of course. I have always been the extreme overachiever since I was very small. Mother and Father have said time and time again, "Curiosity killed the Katy!" as if that was their little way to tell me to stop snooping and putting my nose where it doesn't belong. I knew that someday, sometime, I would be in serious trouble from snooping around in Mr. Silvio's library with out permission. I will be in even more trouble if Mr. Silvio found out I took his book of Secrets. I had that feeling in the back of my throat, that this time, curiosity will kill the Katy. Maybe yes, maybe no. Who would know? Mr. Silvio? HA, that's a joke…right? I still want to know what Mr. Silvio is planning. I have to know!
A few more seconds 'till Saturday morning. I rubbed my head, staring down at the book in my hands, page 47 I was on. I memorize the pages, for I do not have a bookmark. A page number was the first and last thing that I remember before drifting off with the light still on, like I normally do. I hit the pillow with a soft plop. I sighed, and squeezed the pillow tight. Right now, I was glad that I had such a soft bed.
Working for Mistress Adma wasn't the very reason I woke up to in the morning. Yet, I still need to help the family with bills. At Mistress Adma's Fine Clothing and Linen, I hear so much gossip, which was were I first heard of Mr. Silvio's odd behavior.
Click. From 11:59 to Midnight the clock ticked, making it Saturday morning. The air filled with flowers, roses and cherry trees. Katy hummed, and smiled in her sleep, hugging the pillow more tightly, and then relaxing considerably.
In the dark of the bedroom, dark and cold fingers lifted from the book. Green leaves and thorns flourished the creeper as it grew and lived from the books bind. Stretching, stretching toward the sleeping girl. Its fingers whispered to each other, saying yes, we should.
A few grew and grabbed Katy's arm. Tightening and making her blood run and hide. More and more vine creeped up to her rested face. Almost smiling, they wrapped their tangled arms around her neck, pressing. Wrenching, squeezing, grasping, they tugged and pulled.
Katy with a jolt woke up from her sleep and found herself binned from head to foot. Katy's mouth widened in a scream, but realized she couldn't. Her realization of the situation stunned her. Vines were growing out of the book of secrets, growing more rapidly.
"I'm sorry!" choked out Katy. "I'm sorry I read the Secrets of Mr. Silvio!"
Lllliiiieeeeerrrrrr, it seethed. Kkkkiiittttyyyy muuusstt dddiee! With one final pull, Katy slumped back into a final slumber.
Perhaps "curiosity killed the cat" isn't so much of a phrase, now is it?
Mr. Silvio:
Meaning: Wood, Forest
Italian, Spanish, Portuguese
SEEL-vyo
Adma:
I dunno, made it up!
ADD-ma
So, tell me what you think:
