One moment I was sleeping, then the next I was being probed by tentacles.
My life as a college student was normal. Almost boring. I never went to parties.I never hooked up with random guys from the frat houses. I never stayed out past midnight unless it was finals week and I was pulling an all-nighter in the library.
I liked my peace, my routine, and I liked being invisible.
So when the old leather-bound book fell off the top shelf in the restricted section of the campus library, I should have left it on the floor.
I didn’t.
It landed with a heavy thud at my feet, it had a cracked spine, the pages were yellow, the title embossed in faded gold letters I couldn’t read. No author. No call number. Just a faint smell of dust and something metallic, like old coins.
I picked it up.
I shoul
