Nothing. No writing, no pictures, nothing but pure black. On every page. What sort of book was this? It couldn't even be used as a diary due to the fact that all the pages were already black. A bit miffed, you flip though the pages, forgetting that you didn't even pay to see the book, much less read it.
It was a fairly thick book, but every page seems to be the same. Still, you slow little by little as you move through it. You're not sure why, since every page is the same. Normally, in boredom you would flip through faster and faster, getting frustrated. But this time...you look at each page even closer than the last. The darkness seems to draw you in, almost teasing you that you will see something if you stare hard enough. Although the sun is setting, you don't even get up to turn on any of the lights, you are that engrossed in the blank book.
Just as the last bit of twilight fades from the room, and the blackness around you seems to meld with that of the book, you flip to the page that is the exact center of the book. At that instant, what appears to be two eyes open, one on each facing page. The book is staring at you. You are horrified, but you cannot bring yourself to move. You can no longer tell where the book ends and the night begins. All you can see are those two eyes, boring into your soul.
Everything else fades away, and you seem to lose sense of time and place. Slowly, during what seems like an eternity, even the eyes fade, darker and darker. No, it is not the eyes themselves, it is your vision. You try to scream, but there is no sound. In the end, you slip into unconsciousness.
Woozy, you try to open your eyes. You do not know how much time has passed, and it takes you a while to remember what happened. Terrified, you try to force yourself awake. You finally crack your eyes open to see...