Gazes upon the book

Willow had no memory of how she or the book ended up in her room. The book had a subtle attraction to it. It was like it was calling out to her. She approached the book and gazed upon it. It had a black, hard cover and the binding looked like it was centuries old, yet preserved surprisingly well.

Willow was going through conflicting feelings. On one hand, she wanted to open the book and read it. However, something in her heart told her that there was evil surrounding this book. She picked up the book and ran her finger through it's spine. As soon as she did that, she felt a similar tingling in her loins. Before she could do anything, there was a knock at the door.

"Willow! We are going to be late for the morning prayers!" It was Sister Grace, Willow's only friend in the convent. She was the only one who really understood her. An orphan like herself, Willow could really relate to Grace.

Willow almost dropped the book in surprise. "I'll be out in a minute!", she replied and quickly hid the book under the bed and opened the door.

"Are you sick? You usually get up so early.", asked Grace, touching Willow's forehead to see if she had a fever.

"I'm fine. Just overslept, that's all.", Willow said, shoving her away.

"Well, Mother Superior has called everyone for a meeting in the chapel. It sounds serious. Hurry up." With that, Grace marched away.

Willow gave one last look at the spot she hid the book and turned off the lights. As she was closing the door to her room, she couldn't shake the feeling like she was being watched.