Out of morbid curiosity, you decide to place your hand on the book. the imprint fits snugly against your palm, almost perfect.
Then you feel a shock, you jump back. you examine your hand, and there seems to be nothing wrong with it.
You decide to head back, when you notice your feet are stuck to the ground, you can't move them. You look down and notice that your shoes are gone, infact, all
of your clothing is. Your feet begin to turn grey, you scream in fear.
The discoloration spreads, slowly running up your legs. You strugle more, but it is pointless, it now reaches your thighs and then your private, you scream again as
your unable to feel anything from the waist down. It reaches your chest and branches out to your arms, freezing all but your head.
Just as your face is frozen, the statue of medusa starts to laugh minacly. leaving a look of shear horror on your face, and in the pose you shall stay, forever. Not
being able to speak of move, just listen and watch.