"Laban Squeed!" I gasp.
The young man's long, sinister fingers stroke his watch chain.
"At your service," he says with a smile. "I came here especially to find you, Miss Barrett. What do you mean by killing me in your novel?"
"I had to!" I cry, looking around desperately for the librarian. There is a girl in the corner working on her computer, but she doesn't even lift her head at the commotion.
Mr. Squeed takes a tiny revolver from his pocket and brandishes it in my face. "You will not make a certain character kill me! I demand the right to live to the end of the story!"
It will be useless to make a mad rush. I have no doubt that he is as real as I, though it seems fantastically bizarre. One of the guys from my speech class walks into the room behind Mr. Squeed. I try to signal to him without Mr. Squeed noticing, but he only gives me a quizzical look and says, "Hi?"
Mr. Squeed whirls around at the sound of his voice, but still the guy doesn't see him. I run at Mr. Squeed from behind and knock him down. The gun spins out of my reach. Desperately a yell at the guy from speech class, "Pick up the gun! Pick up the gun!"
He stands there dumbly and looks at me as though I am going crazy.
Mr. Squeed scrambles up and lunges for the gun. I barely manage to trip him and make a wild dash for the revolver. With a paralyzing yell Mr. Squeed pushes me out of the way from behind and snatches up the gun.
I back out of the room, casting a quick glance at the spiral staircase behind me. I pretend like I'm going to make a run for it, and Mr. Squeed runs after me. He trips over the railing of the staircase and plummets!
Unfortunately I see a girl walking underneath him! "Watch out!" I yell frantically.
She looks up at me with raised eyebrows. Oh, dash it all! It's my RA.
When I look again, I don't see a trace of Mr. Squeed. I only see my RA, walking up the spiral staircase, a concerned look on her face. "Katie, are you all right?"
The guy from speech class comes out of the room behind me. "Um, what was that all about?"
I look over the railing. There's nothing there but a little piece of gold watch-chain hanging from the tip of a wing on the statue of the archangel on the main floor. "I'm having a little trouble with my writing," I say with a sheepish grin.
Thanks for reading and God bless,