Yesterday, I went to the library to look up some horror novels. I
asked the librarian where the horror section was, and she directed me to
a collection of shelves towards the far end of the building against a
wall. I was browsing through the titles there when I came across a gap
in the books, and noticed a beautiful girl on the other side peering
through at me. Our eyes met for a brief moment and she smiled. My social
awkwardness got the better of me and I turned around, blushing, and
looked at other books away from her. I tried to work up the courage to
talk to her, but in the end I just picked up a couple of books and
brought them to the counter. Dammit, I wish I wasn’t such a pussy. If I
had talked to her, maybe I could have gotten her number…
What makes this story creepy?
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