Prologue: The Story Weaver.

In libraries all over the world there is always one far wall full of old book's that no one had touched in countless years which has, caused them to become dusted with dust so thick that you could pick it up and turn it into a snow ball that is if you could with stand the heavy sticky web's that had sat there for just as long as the dust had and though as i just stated that no one had touched these book's in countless years some how your drawn to this far wall like a moth to a flame and it's here on this shelf covered with dust and web's you'll find a bright red book it's spine marked with golden word's that spell 'the story weaver' which has you reaching up for it since you can tell, with how shinny and new it look's that it does't belong there but upon removing this book you'll hear a heavy sound, like a metal bolt sliding along the wall if that was't enough to put the hairs on the back of, neck on end then seeing apart of this shelf it's self open up like a door allowing a warm lamp like glow to escape from the opening which is always followed by the smell of wood smoke mixed with the smell of damp and though everything in your body, is telling to walk away and forget what you've seen that it was nothing more than the trick of the light but you don't instead you head towards this door of sorts and make your way inside.

Once past this door that appeared out of thin air from within the book shelf you'll walk down an almost rabbit hole like hallway for a short time in till you reach an other door that's as red as the book that is still clutched with in your hand but there is no handle for you to grab but you still press your hand against it causing it open that leads into a room that's unlike anything you have ever, seen before though just like the hallway it's very rabbit like with it's curved wall's which if not lined by countless book's that were both thick and thin and of every colour you'd say that it's wall's were the as dirt just like the floor's and as your eye's wandered this strange room they would soon fall upon the fire place that look's like that had been carved by hand or better yet by some crewed tool, you could't quiet explain though it would't hold your attention for long since it would soon travel to the grand red arm chair and the small round wooden table where sat a glass bottle of black looking liquid and just as you found the courage to make your way towards it away from the door, a slim pale hand would appear again almost like it was out of thin air place a rather fine looking wine glass on the table before picking up the bottle and refill the glass though upon refilling the glass the owner of this hand would rise from his chair.

Now i know what you are all thinking this is the part where you'd scream and run away from this place but no for the man who rises from the grand red arm chair is a tall slim built man with snow white hair in spite of how young he appears as he turns to you with an almost sly like smile on his lips, your also shocked to see that he's dressed rather smartly in a crisp white button shirt and tie with a dark brown waist coat over the top with matching trousers and shoe's to but it's his eye's that root's you to the spot though they are not monstrous or miss shaped in anyway in fact their quiet normal apart from their colour which is a strange shade of very pale green with the tiniest flecks of yellow with in them that seem to almost, sparkle in the warm light of the fire place who is this strange man you ask well look at the book that is still in your hands for his name is upon it's spine for he is the story weaver and if you open this book you'll find a poem about him that has only ever been whispered by those's who have been brave enough to hear his tails.

Story weaver oh story weaver

weave us a tail of chill's and thrill's so we may not sleep to night

from our fright and blood of ice

weave us a tail oh story weaver oh story weaver

weave us a tail to night.

" I see you have found a way into my home" he'll say with a gentle bow with his sly smile still firmly fixed in place" do you wish to hear a tail of horror and chill's?" he will ask while guesting to the fine red arm chair he had just been sitting in a moment ago which you will quickly fill as he take's his place by the fire and swear by whatever sanity you believe that you may still have that the room begins to grows pitch black apart from where you and he are due to the dancing flames causing his eye's to almost glow in the dim light as they are now fully fixed on you in the fine red arm chair causing his sly smile that had been so firmly fixed upon his face to grow just that little bit wider"it seem's you do wish to hear my tails then very well i'll share weave such stories for you that when i am done and you leave this place you'll no longer see the world the same way just as you wont just ignore that bump in the night for i'm the story weaver of horrifying and chilling tails....."