Answer: I dont know if that's what you meant but im So Sorry if it's wrong
Explanation:
Blake slowly knelt down before the book. He was frightened though curiosity overruled reason. He was breathing deeply, though he heard a softer breath coming from below him.
"Impossible;' he thought. "It's just a book!”
He told himself that it was his imagination, that a book can’t breathe. The volume was tilted towards him. He had knocked it back and out of sight upon touching it.
“A conscious book? That's silly! Well. maybe not.“ Blake always read Sci-Fi and horror books where inanimate objects always seemed to emit some sort of energy. Something that the puny human mind couldn't understand. He didn't believe in any of that. but he decided he turn over the book just in case.
He slowly turned it over. prepared to be attacked. But no attack came. There was a green liquid covering the back of his hand which began burning his fingers. Just as he made this observation. the same green liquid began pouring first from the right shelf, then the left shelf at an increasing rate. When it touched the carpet, it disappeared. Blake heard the fast flipping of pages and the cry of a little girl. Then. everything stopped. He heard the clicking sound of heels on a floor which he surmised was the librarian.
He couldn't trust anyone. Maybe she had something to do with the book. He ran into the other corridor until she left. He waited, breathing heavily. He heard the clicking sound getting softer. and he knew she had walked away.
He ran upstairs and found his mom.
"Mom, I think it's time to leave,” he said, never planning to enter that library again.
