Read Me a Story
The only thing Hugo wanted was to read his books…away from those who made fun of his habit of reading aloud. So he ran away to the forgotten place to read and be alone. Yet as he would read his books aloud, Hugo could not shake the feeling someone or some “thing” was watching him. “But this is the forgotten place,” he thought, and shrugged off the notion that anyone would be present and not laugh at him for reading out loud. Yet some who hear stories read aloud don’t wish to mock or laugh as Hugo had grown accustomed. Some creatures, simply wish to listen.