I went down to the library to find the book that Twilight borrowed — that old one with the tale of the Watchers of the Stars. But the librarian said that no such book existed. I questioned and questioned, pushing it to the point where the librarian was both offended and afraid of my conduct.
But even now, I still feel incited at this! Is she lying to me?
I remember the book existing! It was right here, on this very table where I now write these words! I remember how it looked, and I remember what it said!
I wrote about it, and I wrote about the information!
I refuse to believe it as mere fantasy!
How does this book not exist?
From behind the books came things. But the librarian did not see.
I ran home.
Remember what I said about the train wreck?
Yeeeeaaahhhhhhhh...
~Skeeter The Lurker
That...thing must be affecting the town. Or at least all who have been in some sort of relation to the object.
The book did exist. It's the memories of it that don't.
Things.