D. J. read the words again. Maybe this was the third of fourth time that see had read it, she wasn't sure. Each time she restarted, apart of her conscience told her it was the first time, though she knew it was not. Last time, she was sure the text said she was confused and looking around, and biting her bottom lip. She was sure of it. Now it read accurately, that she had shifted her weight to center, and she was shaking now with an incomprehensible confusion that was quickly morphing into great fear. She read the passage out of the book again.

D. J. read the words again. Maybe this was the third of fourth time that see

had read it, she wasn't sure. Each time she restarted, apart of her conscience

told her it was the first time, though she knew it was not. Last time, she was

sure the text said she was confused and looking around, and biting her bot-

tom lip. She was sure of it. Now it read accurately, that she had shifted her

weight to center, and she was shaking now with an incomprehensible confu-

sion that was quickly morphing into great fear. And she let the book drop

From her hand, and it thudded loudly on the floor, shattering the dead sil-

lence of the room.

She bent down and picked the book back up, then-shuddering-she realized what she had just done. It couldn't be real! She held the small book in her hands. She slightly twisted it, apprehensively. Shaking and trembling, she opened it again. Immediately she went to close the book, quickly, but she dropped it again and at the last second, she glanced and read.

Immediately she went to close the book, quickly, but she dropped it again and at

the last second, she glanced and read.

She made a slight motion for the exposed book, but it snapped shut on its own like a mousetrap. And just before it snapped shut and lay still, she clearly (though she very much did not want to believe so) saw the words "dropped the book" and "snapped shut". Her mind flashed and throbbed with a new indescribable burning fear, that made her sweat and start to pant. She looked around the room frantically. It was the same room, but something about it now seemed unreal and unwanted and unsettling. She looked back down at the book. She trembled a bit as she reached down to pick it back up. She held it in her hand again and reread the cover: UNSTOPPOLUS was all it said. She had never seen that word before until now but each time she reread it, it unsettled her more and more. She opened the book to a random passage and read it, as much as she could take.

I once walked along a crescent beach at sunset. The sky was like a rare,

collectable marble with an unusual pattern of crisscrossing yellows and

sizzling, swirling reds and browns. The air was clear and clean, like

primordial water, and breathing tasted so so good, I just sat down Indian-

style in the warm cushion of golden sand with my eyes closed, breathing.

The intoxication of contentment over coming all earthly woes.

There was a group of teenagers some distance away on some rocks out in

the water. They were far away and, although they were talking very loudly,

I couldn't make out everything that they were saying. I could tell though,

that the group was tormenting one of them. I couldn't make out specific

words. I could really only sense the usually hurtful teenage words, like

"fat ass," and "faggot" being tossed out into the otherwise, peaceful ocean

breeze.

The sun was setting quickly. There was no blue left, now. The whole sky

had turned to oranges and reds and the sun was a heavy maroon disk that

hung low in the far sky and did not hurt to look at. The waves petted the

beach sands gently, like how a child pets a baby animal and the soothing

roar it made sounded like a dotting mother hushing her child back to sleep.

She could see the beach. She had never been there before, but she had seen it many times before in her mind-like, in dreams. But she was not dreaming now. What was happening? She had never been on that beach before, but she knew that beach. She had never read this book before, but she read its words and not only did she like she had known then her whole life, she felt like it was her life. The more she read, the more it became about her.

She was just standing there, facing the upright mirror in her and

Stephanie's room. She knew that beach. She had never been to

that beach before. But she could feel the sand between her miss-

happen toes like it was happening now. "What the…?" she tho-

ught.

Her vision became out-of-focus and now, she was just starring blankly. A force came oevr her. Unable to do the opposite-as she wanted and screamed for inside- she read on even now, emitting a strange really creepy sound from her agape mouth. "Auuhhggz," as she read, to herself.

Her vision became out-of-focus and now, she was just starring

blankly. A force came over her. Unable to do the opposite-

as she wanted and screamed for inside- she read on, even now

emitting a strange, really creepy sound from her agape mouth.

"Ahhuuuuggghhhhz," as she read, to herself.

No. She snapped out of it. She closed the book immediately. She was quick, but she dropped it again. When the book hit the floor, it was opened up to almost the exact middle. D. J. didn't want to, but she couldn't help but read.

She closed that book immediately. She closed it quickly,

but she dropped it. The book hit the floor. It opened to

almost the exact middle. She read it, but she didn't want

to. …

Soon, she would lose her grip, and fling UNSTOPPOLIS

Across the room.

And lo, she realized that she was reading the words as it happened all around her, and she had done the actions exactly as UNSTOPPOLUS, had described. Reading and walking away at the same time, D. J. fumbled the book in her hand, and just like she has just read she-inadvertently-flung the cursed white book now across the room, and only after doing so did she realize again that she had just read that it would happen. D. J. fled out of the room. Her flip-flops whopped like rhythmically moving through a swamp. She shuffled frightful out the room for no other reason than UNSTOPPOLUS said she would. And yes, just like the Book said: as she entered the stairs, she passed by the slightly larger-than-life landing window. Outside it, there was little Stephanie the grass beside the house. With her itty-bitty little arms extended up rigid and her contorted little demonic face, obscurer looking up, towards the sky. What does Stephanie do when no one is watching?

THE END