This is a character I invented for a short story creative writing assignment in my language arts class a few years ago. Mr. Linden is an old man who turned his London home into a library. But there have been so many accounts of people going in and never coming out that in general, folks like to keep their distance. He owns a mysterious (possibly bewitched/magical) book which he keeps in a tin box hidden under the cot in the guest room. One night a lady traveler, Sandra McLeod, comes into the library in search of shelter from the rainy downpour outside. She stays overnight in the guestroom and finds the book under the cot. Despite warnings from Mr. Linden, she opens the book later that night to find nothing but blank pages. Even though it puzzles her, she is tired and so drifts to sleep with the open book in hand. During the night, a strange vine-like plant grows from the binding of the book and she is killed in her sleep.
I'm not certain if this qualifies as fantasy, but I hope it does because I've always sort of thought this a fantasy story...
done with a 4B pencil