Nothing is trying to get in, something is getting out.

As her heavy breathing subsided Beth realised she could hear a scraping sound, but could see no one.

Turning in the general direction of the sound she tried to put on an air of confidence, “Whoever you are I won’t let you get away with this.” Pleased with how intimidating it sounded and at the same time being all too aware of her vulnerability without her wand she walked towards the sound.

She had only taken a few steps before she felt something under her feet, it didn’t really have any give but it did shift. With her heart in her throat she crouched and looked down.

Although the school skirt restricted her movement a little it did not prevent her from crouching down enough to see what it was she stood upon.

A book, face down and opened. An old, leather bound, metal embellished book. She craned her hear and squinted in the darkness to read the title. ‘Smith’s guide to extra planar beings’ she laughed, it had always amused her that one of the greatest mages who had ever existed was named ‘Smith’. She had read a number of his books, but this one was meant to be locked up. It was too powerful, and too dangerous, for anyone not extremely experienced in magic to possess.

But here was an opportunity for her to read it, and there was obviously no one else around, maybe if she just borrowed it for a little while.

She grabbed the book by each side and picked it up looking at what page it had fallen open to. It seemed to be talking about beings from another plane or dimension, her Gaelic was rusty, beings of impulse and… Before she could finish the sentence, a blue black slimy tentacle extended from each page and wrapped themselves around her arms.

Their grip was extremely tight, tight enough that it hurt. She shook her arms madly trying to free the book from her grasp, or her from the books grasp, depending upon your perspective. “Let go.” She yelled moments before more tentacles extended from the vellum pages of the old manuscript.

The first of the new tentacles wrapped around her neck, the second took advantage of her cleavage and slid down the cleft of her breasts to come out at the waist of her shirt. It tried to pull on her shirt but only managed to pull the book closer to her. She felt a momentary advantage before she witnessed additional tentacles extend from the pages and flail behind the book before wrapping around the indestructible bars of the cage.

“Let go.” She commanded to no avail as the tentacles slowly dragged her towards the cage, her shirt straining and creaking threads threatening to break.