If you heard of Harris Burdick, this is based on one of his captions and images. :)

  September, 1805, Ireland

The brisk air of September blew the delicately carved oak doors wide open. It blistered and billowed through the library, sending a barge of autumn leaves throughout the library. The pages of the books ruffled gently, the books' pages showing. Thaddeus Matthews, a well to-do young gentleman,  slowly looked up from the book he was reading, Oliver Twist, and called out to his mother, Evanora Mathews.

"Mother, the library doors opened again! Will you help me shut them?"

His mother, however, did not reply. Thaddeus sighed and went to shut the doors himself. It was not uncommon for his mother not to answer, In fact, since his father had died she had withdrawn more and more. He was used to hearing stories of when his mother was a young lady. They said she had been a comely, gay woman. Many flirted with her, but not until the night his father, Larkin Mathews, came to woo her did any succeed. But after his tragic death, when she began to withdraw, did the townsfolk begin to suspect something.

"No one ever got close to that woman, not without a tragic end....That woman, she's wanton!" Thaddeus never believe a word of it, of course. His mother, a witch? Impossible. He did wonder, though. After all, there was a whole shelf of books in the library that he couldn't touch...

August, 1980, America

School had been over for a long time now and its novelty was wearing off. The sun's rays were relentless, attacking those who dare venture outside with vengeance. Yes, that sweltering, blistering heat of summer beat down on Hope Logan's back. She wore a fashionable circle skirt and a colorfully printed blouse, complementing her slim body figure. This, however, could not hide her agitated nerves. After complaining to her mother for the thousandth time that there was nothing to do, her mother, frustrated with her impertinence, sent her out on an errand.

    "I can't believe it!" she fumed, "I just can't believe it! Of all the days to be sent out on an errand, it had to be today. Not yesterday, not the day before, but today!" Today was the one year anniversary of her father's death. She couldn't believe her mother's nerve! As Hope continued to storm down the street, kicking rocks and grumbling, she stopped suddenly. She noticed that the haunted, abandoned Linden Manor was now repurposed into a library. She knew she should head straight to the grocery store,  but was too intrigued by the estate to care. Slowly she ambled inside the library...

October, 1805, Ireland

It was now late October, and the chill of winter was in the air. All Hallows Eve was arriving, and Thaddeus could not wait for the festivities. As he gazed out the window he saw the pumpkins bloom a bright orange, and the colorful autumn leaves floated through the air, landing on the library window and making Thaddeus smile with delight. This window watching was delightful, though he was constantly distracted by the forbidden section of the library. Oh, how he longed to read those books. It vexed him so! He had now read all of the 263 books in the  library, except for the 10 of the forbidden section, that oddly, seemed to grow every October 31. However, Thaddeus decided to let his thoughts just fly through, like the leaves in the wind, and think of more cheerful things. His mother had said that today she would join him for the annual All Hallows  Eve celebration tonight. He was so very excited! It would truly magical night...

August, 1980, America

She was greeted with a billow of cold air and the musty smells of books. She looked about in wonder; it was the largest library she had ever seen. Books lined the walls; hundreds and hundreds of feet up. Hope was in awe of this majestic library. This was the haunted mansion? The one that everyone said had appeared, just appeared, a mystic Halloween so many years ago? It was a glorious masterpiece of a library, certainly not that dilapidated house she saw each Halloween.

  "Hello, dear child," whispered a  voice with a faint Irish brogue."Can I help you?" She turned around, startled. Could it be a ghost? A ghost of the manor?

  "I'm sorry," an elderly man said, "I didn't mean to startle you. Do you like the library? It's been in my possession for years and after being in such a dilapidated state for all these years, I decided to spruce it up."

  "Oh, no. It's quite alright. The library is beautiful," Hope replied, "I hope I didn't bother you. My name is Hope, Hope Logan."

"Ahhh," the decrepit old man whispered, "a fine name. My name is Thaddeus, Thaddeus Liden..."

October, 1805, Ireland

"Mother! Are you well? It's time to depart soon for the activities," an agitated Thaddeus called. Thaddeus tried again.

  "Mother? Mother! Where are you?" Still Thaddeus received no answer. He then noticed that  the door to the library was left wide open. 

"That's peculiar," he murmured to himself. He had thought for sure that he had shut the door earlier. He went to shut it when he noticed someone standing in the room.

  "Mother?" Thaddeus said, shocked. At the sound of his voice, she turned and looked at him strangely. Then Thaddeus returned his mother's gaze and was shocked, as the her eyes told the whole story. He saw her sobbing at the foot of the forbidden bookshelf,  just days after his grandfather's death.. He saw his mother return to the shelf constantly. He saw a book, lift itself down with vines and put itself into his mother's hands. She opened the the book and read. As she did vines grew out of the pages and engulfed his mother in a leafy embrace. When the vines relinquished his mother, she came out looking peculiar, almost as if she was not her anymore. Then with a gasp he realized it was true. His mother wasn't his mother anymore! He remained silent, though astonished, as he watched the story unfold. He saw her casting spells and brewing potions, almost mindlessly, and transforming these many things into the forbidden book in the library. But he saw something else, too. His mother, his real mother, resurfaced at times. Like the time she had forbidden him to go to the bookshelf. That was her! Suddenly, they both snapped out of their reveries. His mother, with an unearthly howl, flew at him. She then stopped, raised her arms into the air, chanting.

"No gea say we ca cak ko meja norma neq-"

"Mother, stop!" she then chanted more words, different, nonsensical words, faster and faster. All while pointing one hand at him. He thought he heard his mother scream as the world faded to black, and he drifted into a peculiar sleep.

     1803, October, 12:00 am, America

"Mother?" Thaddeus said groggily.

"Easy, child," a voice boomed. "You've had a terrible accident. Don't worry. Soon you'll be safe in a
home."

"Where?"

"Old Mr. and Mrs. Linden. Don't worry about the house. It's yours when you come of age."

"It is?" was all Thaddeus mumbled before falling back asleep.

1980, August, America

Hope was in awe of the man. After politely excusing herself until tomorrow, she embarked to the grocery store. But she couldn't stop thinking of that man. He was so mysterious and magical, and wondrous. She was planning to check out a book today so she could connect with him better. Think of the stories she'd hear. What an escape it would be from her nagging mom to the weight of her father's death! It would be a dream come true! The next day she headed to the library, determined to select the perfect book and make friends with the elderly gentleman. She wandered in, and found a secluded shelf of fascinating books. She watched, awed, as a book lifted itself to her. She knew this book was for her.

  "STOP!" a voice said, "I'm sorry, dear, but you must not touch that book. It corrupts those who have it. Only those pure of heart stand a chance against its clutches," the old man continued, "I beg of you do not get that book." Hope, surprised by her own defiance, yelled,

  "Well, I will anyway!" The elderly man looked concerned and sad.

"Please, my dear, I beg of you.  Do not let this book inflame your emotions." But Hope ignored him and ran back home. What a mean old man, she thought to herself. She deserved that book. She ran right into her house and slammed the door. This was going to be a long evening.

    The rest of the night she snapped at her mother, refused to do her chores, and acted generally difficult.

    "I don't know what do with you," her mother said exasperated. "Just go to your bedroom." Hope did so, complaining all the way. When she reached her room she saw the book. Perhaps it would cheer her up. She read the lovely pages, caressing each word. Slowly she drifted off to sleep. Suddenly, vines came out of the book. What Mr Liden said was true! He had warned her about the book. Now it was too late.  She woke up suddenly and saw the vines. She ran downstairs in fright, desperate to get away from the vines. Then she remembered what Mr. Linden said-only the pure of heart stand a chance against the vines. She opened her heart and suddenly a white light burst from her chest . The vines cowered and the book faded into nothing. Suddenly the world spun. She was back at the door of what the library used to be. But nothing was there! She realized that since the book was destroyed, those touched by it were safe.

    Deep back in the past, Thaddeus was a young boy again. He realized the curse had been reversed. And that meant...

    "Thank you, Miss Logan," was all he said as he ran to greet his mother, free from the curse, forevermore.