I took some pics in the library today. What's so fun, you say. I'm a bookworm, yeah you noticed. I go to the library all the time. It is my favorite hang out. So what's the biggy?

Guess....whoooo...The haunted stacks.

The above picture is the scariest place I have ever been. The floor literally queaks and suddenly, from the sides of the room, you hear sounds, more queaking sounds that seem to popped up. I went to the window, and saw that it overlooks the clock tower, but later, strode back to the south side of the library where the floor is made of thick green glass panels.

The floor creaks when you walk on it. The books are faded, covered in dust, and omitting a musty smell. Hardcover books. The ones you never see in today's bookstore. Shelfs, and shelfs filled with them, hundreds of books stretching a mile long, few stories high. Imagine the immerse collection hidden in the old wing of the library. So old that no one dares to go in alone, or even know of it.

Imagine then, just when I was taking pictures, the battery almost went flat until I crossed to the new wing. The horror, fanscination, apprehension.

The library. Come see it. OU.

Sooner. Boomer. Sooner. Boomer.

PICS TO FEAST YOUR EYES ON.

They even have Dorothy and the Wizard in? Oz.

Look at the pages! Pictures! Oh...the sweetness of childhood days. How come our textbooks can be that interesting? Then at least I have some interest in studying.

*Pic deleted coz I am inside. Shucks. God bless short people*

The roofs are so short, I can touch them, while still standing on the floor, not jumping mind you! Makes me so happy. Yea to short people. The tall people will find it a bother to enter coz they will bump bump bump their heads. Muahahahaha.