Inside this room is a series of bookshelves. 

Pages litter the floor.

Your eye catches one of them.

It's a story you know intimiately.

You wrote it.

You don't remember when.

Or how.

You scramble along the floor, grabbing more pages.

Its... more of your...story?

You check the book shelves.

Littered with your writing but... you never finished this story.

You stare at the book. Does it...does it have the ending?

Your fingers twitch. 

Do you..WANT to read the ending? Before you've ever written it? Will you still even be able to write it...if you know the spoiler.