The Fed Stories of Prague

There is a reason librarians whisper when they shelve books in the restricted section.

Some stories dont want to be read, they want to be fed.

In Prague, a woman found her name in a medieval manuscript dated three hundred

years ago. She laughed at the coincidence, until she noticed the ink was

still wet. At eleven fifty nine, her lips moved on their own,

reciting unknown words. The book slammed shut. In the morning, her reflection had

no mouth at all.