A note my dear mother left for me. How I love that woman! 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

       

   Oh, Costa Rica, how I dream of you! 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One of my favorite books we have at the Library, though it holds a lot more 
questions than answers. 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

CAVEAT BILIOTHECAE! Be on the lookout for this weirdo. He’s the one who came to 
the library asking about our copy of the Necronomicon. That book has brought in 
odd characters before, but none quite like him. On behalf of our community, I 
suggest you show him nothing but the door! 


A note from Dorothy, my receptionist. Wilbert called asking about the 
Necronomicon. Thankfully Dorothy was quick and told him we had loaned it to a 
library out west. 

 

 

The new home of the Necronomicon. It has been making me uncomfortable 
lately—no easy task, that is. Mother suggested I put it under lock and key. There’s 
no telling what a tome of its power is capable of…