He sipped java while snuggling deep into his couch, the book remaining wide open in front of him. The pages were blank at first, but as he stared at them, words seemed to seep into the page.

"You have read too far," someone said.

His heart was racing. When he went back, the words were gone. He let out a nervous chuckle. It must be some strange trick.

His lamp then began to flicker. The atmosphere became dense. Soothing and soft whispers brushed against him, caressing his ear.

"Run."

In response, he let go of his coffee cup, which resulted in it shattering on the wooden floor. He turned sharply, feeling breathless. The room was lifeless, but he noticed a figure behind him in the reflection of the window. This figure was faceless and watching him.

Simultaneously, the book had flipped to a new page and the words began to spiral in front of him.

"The character tried to escape? but failed".

Around Alex, his knees began to buckle. The words were now telling a story, but simultaneously engraving it into his life.