Amy, College Student

Amy sighed, pulling her hair tie off and letting dirty blonde hair fall down over her slender shoulders. Finally she was done with Midterms and she could take a breath. The first thing on her mind though, was her recent lack of sleep, and lack of a proper meal.

Pulling out her phone, she quickly scanned through her contacts, settling her eyes on the name of her closest friend, bringing the phone up to her ear and hearing the dial tone

''Oh c'mon, pick up the phone'' She slipped out through the door of the main building, catching it with one hand as it slowly swung closed behind another student and quickly pulling herself past

She sent the girl a text message asking her where she was. Waiting for a few minutes, staring at the screen and growing frustrated at the lack of an answer. Deciding to wait a little while longer, she made her way over to one of the snack machines and within moments, she was walking away with a little bag of chips. Sitting down at a nearby bench, she set the chips down next to her and checked her phone. Seeing that her friend hadn't answered and the message didn't seem to have arrived on the other end, likely meant her friends phone was switched off.

She closed her eyes, throwing her head back as she realized the obvious implication ''She's back in the library'' Amy let out an exasperated sigh as she said it, as much as she wanted to get away from the books for a few days, her friend would gladly spend every moment of every day with her nose buried in the pages.

Standing up, she dusted herself off, making sure the chips hadn't left any crumbs on her sweater or her nice new jeans.

Finally reaching the library a few minutes later, she was greeted to a familiar silence, though one that grew increasingly eerie as she realized that not even the sound of scribbling pencils could be heard. Walking up to the main desk she expected to see the usual grumpy librarian, but there was no one there. She made her way between the shelves, looking for any sign of people anywhere in the building, coming to an abrupt halt as she reached a large open space where the study desks were a short while ago.

In their place was a slot machine straight out of a Vegas casino, shiny golden finish and bright flashing lights standing out like a sore thumb against the sedate background of the library. An equally garish armchair sitting in front of the machine.

Laying a hand on the backrest of the chair, the material felt warm and inviting. Distracted for a moment from the strangeness of the situation, she sat down and pulled the lever