I enter the ancient library. Thud! I jump up with terror searching for a creepy vampire or scary thing. I sigh in relief that i see no such thing but bookshelves and, a hat? I walk up to the old hat and brush it off. I smile and place it on my head remembering my cozy home.
I turn around and head for the fiction section. I stop at a table and see a newspaper that looks recent. I pick up the newspaper and relize theres a cup of weird looking red substance on the table, i turn away from it and skim through the newspaper. Theres talk about missing people and bodies found drained of all blood.
All of a sudden, i feel an icey cold hand gripping my shoulder. A cold emotionless voice whispers, "May i have my hat back?"