Chasing Hearts_An Underground Series Novel
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More symbols started to appear on the walls the further back I got. In the front of the cavern they had only been on the sides, but as I progressed deeper into the cave, the symbols began to run all along the ceiling and the floor. They were angled in the direction of something in the center of the back of the cavern as if they were being drawn in.
I followed the spiral of symbols until I ended up in front of a basketball-sized hole in the wall. That had definitely not been there before. Turning around in a circle, I searched the walls for any other changes. There was not really anything different, besides the weird nightlights and the hole, and there was no sign of the rabbit anywhere.
I gave the hole a wide berth as I contemplated what to do next. I knew the only exit to the cavern was the one I came through, so the rabbit must have gone through the hole. Then again, I could be in a horrible version of some mummy story, and the moment I stuck my arm in that thing, it was going to get eaten off.
I wasn’t the bravest person. I didn’t agree to work in a library just because I loved to read, and I’d admit, a little desperate. It was quiet, making it easy to get lost in one's thoughts, which I was known to do on a semi-permanent basis. There was also the seclusion from the lack of employees, which made it an anti-social's dream job.
Though, sometimes being so alone could have consequences, such as not being good with people, or more specifically, guys. I usually became either a stuttering mess or a sarcastic asshole when faced with an attractive specimen. That’s why I liked working with David so much. He was plain enough I could be myself.
Mrs. Jenkins knew how I felt about men and people in general. She could be as bad as my mother when it came to me dating. I could just imagine what she would have to say about my hesitancy to stick my arm in that hole. "Dear, everything worth having comes with a leap of faith. Just hold onto your panties and take the plunge."
I had only been working at the library for a day when she said that to me. I had been so shocked; I had fallen out of my seat from laughing so hard. Yes, she was a little eccentric. She takes the whole 'I'm old so I can say whatever I want' a little too far, but she had a lot of great advice, and I already loved her for it.
I took a deep breath and let it out. "What the hell."
I stepped back up to the hole and placed one hand on each side of it. I bent at the waist and squinted into the hole to see what waited.
Darkness.
While the cavern was lit up with the glowing symbols, the hole was nothing but complete blackness. I couldn’t see a damn thing. I blew out a shaky breath between my teeth, all that lead up and nothing.
“Fuck it."
I threw up my hands and moved away from the hole. That rabbit was not worth becoming some creepy crawlies food. Studying the symbols as I walked away, I made a mental note to dig into the language section when I got back to work in the morning.
"Does Mop think Lady is gone, does Mop?"
I turned an ear back toward the hole at the squeaky voice’s question. I took large strides, well as large as my short legs would let me back to the hole.
Who was that?
"I don’t know! Ye shouldn’t have led her here in the first place!" A low rumbling voice growled in return.
I inched my face down to the hole and peered in again. Instead of darkness, there was a fading light coming from inside the hole. Come home, whispered against my face. I twisted around to look behind me. As usual, no one was there. Shoving down every part of me that screamed to just go back to the house and crawl into bed, I reached into the hole.
The warmth of the light engulfed my hand and tugged me toward it. I tried to retract my hand, but it was too late, it had its hooks in me. I remembered wondering if this is what it felt like to be sucked through a straw before everything went black.
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Table of Contents
Chasing Hearts
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chasing Rabbits
Chapter 1
About the Author