idea for story

BURN THIS BOOK
                    It was a warm day as I set off for the walk into town. The town was quiet as a lot of people had gone to the seaside for the holiday. There I was walking down the high street in my sandals, bare knees has I had my shorts on and a t-shirt that had the local cricket team’s logo on. The shops weren’t that busy so I was making good time. Till I came to a side street where I spied a shop that for some reason I hadn’t noticed before. Thinking it was a new shop I headed for it. Then I found out that it was a book shop, but not any old book shop but one that seemed to sell the unusual books. There were some that could belong to Witches, some for those that could say they were of the strange side of life. Then I saw one book its cover was blank apart from a strange form of writing. Its cover looked as though it had been torn from a human and forced to stretch all around the book. The price of the book made me think it was fake, has they were only asking for small amount of money. Pushing the door open I walked in. The musty smell was the first thing that hit me. Books of old age all around I was in what was my heaven some would say their hell. I had heard of some that wouldn’t even pick up a book but wait for the film of the book. Not me I liked the book, yes I had an e-reader but still loved to pick up that book and turn pages. I have seen films of the book too some do the book justice others don’t. I saw lots of books I wish I could afford but where out of my reach. I was about to leave as I couldn’t see anyone to talk about the books when out of the corner of my eye I noticed a tall man in a black suit, which seemed odd in the warm, yet I hadn’t noticed how cool it was in this shop.
“Can I help you sir?” His voice once like that of an actor who played in a horror film, yet he looked pleasant.
“I saw a book in your window that was so low in price I thought it was one that wasn’t real next to these others,” I replied.
“You don’t want that book,” He spoke flatly.
“I can’t afford these ones,” I said.
“You don’t even know what that book will do to you,” He said still in that flat voice.
“How can I know when I don’t even know the language?” I asked.
“True, but that book is not for you,” He said turning.
“What if I paid double the amount you have it priced at?” I asked taking out a crisp new note and rustling it.
“Then sir can have that book and dammed be his soul” He replied disappearing into the window area of the shop.
                      Has I waited I looked at some of the spell books he kept. One was signed by the wizard Merlin. I chuckled to my self this must be a forged signature as everyone knew he never lived.
“How can you be sure of that,” The man had returned and made me jump by speaking.
“Wow you’re quiet,” I said patting my chest.
“Sorry sir,” He spoke still very coldly.
I passed over the note, which he took, passing me the book to which he had attached a sticky note. I looked at what it said Burn this book was all it said. I turned to say good bye to him but he had gone. So I went back out into the warmth of the street. I made my way towards the main shopping area glancing back once only to see the shop was empty that I had entered. Making my way back to the car I had the feeling I was been followed, but when I looked back there was no one there.
                            My trip back home was a strange one. First I had a fly that wouldn’t leave me alone, it kept landing on the window, it was a good job it was raining as I drove it helped clear the window. Pulling up at the house I stepped out to find the rain had stopped and now it was warm. I walked in to kiss my beautiful wife Sarah but as I did she back off.
“Wow that is wired dear, I suddenly feel hot,” Sarah spoke slowly as though she was finding it hard to talk.
“I found this book,” I pulled it out of the bag and Sarah went pale.
“Take it back, please darling,” Sarah backed off even more.
On seeing her do this I blew across the cover and saw her go all goose bumpy.
“I’ll take it back in the morning, its late now and I think we both need something to eat,” I placed the book next to the door  following Sarah into the kitchen.
Seeing the food she had for me made my stomach rumble. Sarah took out the food to serve when the door bell rang.
“Who can that be dear?” Sarah said on hearing it.
“I don’t know I wasn’t expecting anyone, How about you?” I replied.
“No dear I wasn’t,” Sarah put the plate on the table.
I went to the front door to open it. There stood my older brother David.