MARIETTE'S NIGHTMARE LIBRARY
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OLD JEFFERSONVILLE LIBRARY AT WARDER PARK
PHOTOGRAPH BY HAZEL FERN HENSON
This photograph of the old Jeffersonville Library was taken by my mother on March 28, 1971. The building is still there, but it is being used for something else now. This is the first library I remember my mother taking me to. As soon as my brother and I were able to read, we were allowed to get library cards and check out books.
MARIETTE’S NIGHTMARE LIBRARY
If you haven't turned back on Halloween Street yet, maybe you better turn back now. If you keep going just a little bit further, you might come to Nightmare Library. You'd better turn back now. It's getting dark now. And if darkness catches you on Halloween Street, you might have to walk there forever.
What? You’ve decided to walk a little farther? You can’t resist visiting Mariette’s Nightmare Library? Then come on in. The door is always open, open to walk in, but not to walk out.
You know where Nightmare Library is. You’ve been there too. Nightmare Library, like Nightmare Bookstore, is in a million different places too—in small towns and big cities, and little out of the way places everywhere. Only people who love books ever find it. The others just walk on past, not even seeing it. If you love books, probably you’ve been there many times before, perhaps without realizing it.
Nightmare Library has many different names too, but they are all really just one library. Mariette’s Nightmare Library is the first one Mama had taken her to back in her earliest childhood, back when her family lived in Midway. The Clarkson County Library was in an old two story building in River City. It was sheltered from the bustle of the city in a park shadowed by ancient trees. The adult books were upstairs. The children’s books were downstairs. The librarians frowned on children visiting the upstairs sections, and wouldn’t let them check any of the adult books out.
The Nightmare Library you find on Halloween Street will be the first library you remember visiting. While you decide whether or not to enter it, though, or just turn around and leave while you can, maybe you’d like to come a little farther with Mariette.
The night Mariette thought she heard ghostly footsteps in the old house, she dreamed of Nightmare Library. In her dream Mariette was walking through the upstairs of the library, past the stern faced librarians, back to the shelves of books that seemed to stretch on forever. The familiar feeling of greed overtook her as she looked at the many books. She wanted to read them all at once. How To Grow Tomatoes All Summer. That book was filled with bright red color photos of garden catalog perfect tomatoes. Mariette began to read, and as she read, she could smell the hot green smell of the tomato vines. She took another book down. Canning And Preserving. She moved on, browsing the many shelves. She was in the writing department now. She realized that the library had all the books that Writer's Magazine Books published plus many old writing books she’d never heard of. Slowly she realized that the library had every book on writing that had ever been published. All she needed to do was to read them all, and she would have the key to success. A small black book with gilt lettering caught her eye. How To Become Rich By Writing. Eagerly she began reading it. She added it to the arm load of books she already had that she planned to check out.
As Mariette moved deeper and deeper into the stacks of books, she slowly became aware of the silence. It was a deeper silence than there should have been in a library. At the same time Mariette realized that it was dark in the library. The light had that same gray wintery quality as the light in the old house did in the late afternoon. A feeling of unease began to possess her. Slowly it dawned on Mariette that she was the only person left in the library other than the mannequin faced librarian. She didn’t know how she knew this, but she was sure of it.
Unease slowly became fear and then terror as Mariette started back to the librarian’s desk and the exit. Even now the librarian might be locking up the library, leaving for the night, shutting Mariette in with the now sinister stacks of books. Each corridor merely gave onto another narrow corridor of books. Mariette was soon hopelessly lost in Nightmare Library.
Because she now knew that that was where she was. Nightmare Library had two versions, the bookstore version and the basic library version. They were all kaleidoscopic variations of Nightmare House, though. There were as many variations of each basic dream as there were books in Nightmare Library, but like the books, they were all essentially the same. Endless variations on the same plot
Mariette came to a new section of the library. In spite of her fear, she couldn’t resist looking at the books. They all had her name on them. Nightmare House by Mariette Rodgers. The Sleepwalker by Mariette Rodgers. The House Of The Laughing Gargoyles by Mariette Rodgers. The Stone Angel by Mariette Rodgers. The Zombie Motel by Mariette Rodgers There were shelves and shelves of her books, most of them thick horror novels like her favorite writer, Steven Kingsley, wrote. She looked for At Night The Forest Moves Closer and saw it on a shelf along with many other Gothic romance novels all written by her. There were all the books she would write someday!
Greedily she reached for Nightmare House. All she had to do was read it and when she woke up she could write it all down. Mariette had now realized she was dreaming.
She woke up before she could read any of Nightmare House. It was dark and she was alone in bed except for her toy stuffed lamb, Lambie-Pie, whom she was clutching tightly. Curt must have gotten up to watch television as he did sometimes when he couldn’t sleep.
Slowly the terror receded like a dark tide as the dream slowly faded. Before she went back to sleep, Mariette wrote down the titles of her books she remembered seeing in Nightmare Library. Nightmare House. The Sleepwalker. The House Of The Laughing Gargoyles. The Stone Angel. The Zombie Motel. There had been other titles, but they were already fading from her memory along with the other details of the dream. They would all be the titles of her future bestsellers. She knew that just as she knew that her name was Mariette Rodgers.
And that night, the night Robin Michaels, bestselling romance novelist with a bad case of writer’s block, made up her mind to steal an obscure book from a long forgotten author and put her own name on it, Robin also walked through the dim shadowy corridors of Nightmare Library. She found Mariette’s books and they filled her with unbearable terror and sadness. She searched in vain all night for her own books.
Nightmare Library is where you’re at now. And you’re still standing outside on Halloween Street, eh? Still debating on whether to go in even after you’ve read Mariette’s story? If you do decide to go in you can find all of Mary Hazel’s stories here as she gets them typed up and ready to publish. Eventually there will also be links to public domain books, mostly scary ones, that I have found worth reading and that you might enjoy too. If you should want a hard copy of any of my books they will all be at Bookemon and you can buy a copy for your own library. I will also try to include links to Amazon in case anybody wants to buy hard copies of any of the public domain books that have been reprinted and that are featured here.
But you don’t have to buy any of my books. You can just read them free here, or read online at Bookemon for free. I will also be looking for a place to post my books so that you can download free copies if you want to. I thought I had found a publisher for free e-books, but before I had any of my books ready to see if they wanted them, they announced they are going out of business. That is too bad, but I will look for somewhere else to post them, and let everybody know when they are published. And you will also be able to read the public domain books for free. The links will be here. The choice whether to buy a book or read it free will always be yours. That’s why Mary Hazel and Mariette call this website a library, not a bookstore. Books are always free in a library. Free to all, even if they can’t afford to buy books. And in the great haunted libraries of cyberspace, a book is a book. If you can read it, it’s -a book, whether it’s printed on paper or it’s an e-book.
Mary Hazel’s library never closes. Stay as long as you like. Be careful you don’t get lost in the stacks, though, especially at
If you would like to read other books at Bookemon, there are a lot to choose from. Some of the authors make only sample chapters available to read for free, but many put the whole book online to read free, as I do. If you want to publish with them it doesn't cost anything unless you want to buy a hard copy of your book. They do quality work and ship promptly. They are a "family friendly" website, and publish nothing that is questionable, so it is safe to let your kids browse the website for books. There are books of all kinds on their website, but there are a lot of children's picture books also. Some of their books are written by kid authors. Their address is:
I also have more of my stories and other writing posted on Writers-Network. There is a lot to read there too, and all of it is free. It is also free to post your own stories and poems there. The link to the main website is:
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MORNING GLORIES ON FENCE BY ALLEY
PHOTOGRAPH BY MARY HAZEL UPTON
I took this photograph September 6, 2015. Last year the neighbors' chain link fences that bordered on the alley were a tangle of wild morning glories in delicate pastel shades of pink and blue. I walked up the alley one morning before the flowers closed and got a number of photographs.
BLUE MORNING GLORY
PHOTOGRAPH BY MARY HAZEL UPTON
I took this close up photograph of a single pale blue morning glory that same day.
BLACKBERRIES RIPENING ALONG BELL AVENUE
PHOTOGRAPH BY MARY HAZEL UPTON
I took this photograph of ripening blackberries on July 19, 2015. One of the people who live on Bell Avenue has a small garden of blackberries and red cannas across from his house on what used to be the old railroad right away. The railroad is gone, but the right away land is a peaceful place to walk near where I live. It is a small piece of country in what is becoming a more and more built up area. There are always wildflowers to photograph at different times of the year.
August 9, 2016 Tuesday
It is now after 10 o'clock as I finish up this diary started on Mariette's Nightmare Book Store page. I still have the blog posts to do and renaming Mariette's Page to Mariette's Nightmare House but I will try to get to that later this week. Closing up my office for tonight. Will proof everything when I work again. Time for Cell Phone Storybook Hour before bedtime for me and the Creatures!
OLD JEFFERSONVILLE POST OFFICE
PHOTOGRAPH BY CLAUDE B. HENSON
This is from one of Mama's very old photograph albums. This photo was taken on January 5, 1986. The post office building is still there, but it is being used for something else now.