I think the shadows might be agitated. My books...are different. You see, my sister moved into a new apartment recently, and took my bookcase, which was actually hers anyway. Well, without a place to put my books, I've stacked them in various places around my house.
Just now, coming home from work, I noticed that they were in a different arrangement. It's not like I memorized where all the books are, but I do know that my complete volume of H.P. Lovecraft's fiction was on the bottom of one stack, but now it's on top of another. The heights of some of the stacks also seem changed, as though the books have been moved around.
I don't know what they want me for, but I wish they would leave me alone. I feel like I'm going insane.
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