The last lines echo

"Do you set me free?" a soft voice echoed.

Jack looked up from the book as the light flickered again.

"Do you set me free?" Again the soft voice echoed.

The words were now being spoken and he could see a figure in the shadows next to the opening leading down into the house.

"Who's there?" asked Jack as he stared at the figure.

"I am what or who ever you want me to be....Jack." Spoke the figure which sent a chill down his spine.

"What is that suppose to mean?"

"In reality, I'm just a figment of that poem you read. I bear no appearance unless given. Though naturally you've given some identity, obviously you hear me with a feminine voice." It was true, to him the figure sound female. He had no clue why he naturally projected the figure as female since the shadow hid the features of it. "Though I must ask, do you set me free?"

"Free of what?"

"Well the book. The very thing you hold in your hand." The figure pointed at the book and slowly the form of it had shifted from a very blank form to a feminine form.

"How are you bound to this book? What are you some type of spirit?"

"Well spirit I can sometimes be referred to, but I'm of another nature of a spirit. Some religions cast to me as a bad spirit." The figure began to walk from the shadow and rapidly it's silhouette formed clearer into the feminine shape. "The book you hold isn't of pure thoughts. The poem you read isn't entirely me asking to free, but my freedom is a consolation prize. The words are the beholders deep down desire." The figure reached out and grasped the swaying light bulb and the flickering light steadied. Before Jack stood a women. Her attire was a very modest outfit. A pair of skin tight jeans and green button down flannel shirt with a white undershirt. Her body portions from the front seemed fair. Her skin was pale and her face was loosely peppered with freckles. She bared a thick head of dark raven hair that came down to her shoulders. Her green eyes linked with his eyes and she smiled at him.

"You're telling me these words are my own deep down desire and that you are imprisoned by this page....this book?" He held up the book and she stepped closer to him.

"Yes, it's fitting you envisioned me as this type of women. The characteristics instinctively matched with this books entrapment for all these years. Now imprisoned to this book, I'm not really. I'm happily a resident who is freely able to come and go from my home which this book is. Consider me you're deepest desire, something that's been festering deep down inside of you." She placed her hand against his chest and the coolness that had enveloped the attic slightly dissipated from himself.