It wasn't just the bookshelf that jack was thrown into,but also a bout of confusion and fear.'who's there!'he shrieked,as he looked around for the mysterious force that threw him towards the bookshelf.just in that time,a book fell on his head,it read,diary of saville jones.
'Well this seems intresting',just then he grabbed the book and started looking around more of the house.'uuuaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!' it started again,the horrible voices that were heard every night had started again,it seemed the bookshelf wasn't enough of a warning.it signaled the beggining of mayhem,plates started revolving in the air,doors were closed and opened,and pages were dancing in the room.jack lost his voice,in minutes he became cold and breathless,pulling what little courage was left,he shot out towards the back door,he dared not to look back.in seconds,he was at the gate,only to find out that it was locked.the voices were gettin louder,the happenings crazier,and poor jack was getting colder