The Evil Book

I discover a book I had not read in a long while. There is a certain fear about the book, as though it has caused anguish in the past, but I cannot recall what. I hear an odd noise outside and it is my grandmother falling down the stairs. This is followed by some other relative falling down the same stairs. Now it's clear to me why I fear the book. It has used some evil powers to cause catastrophe around me. I try to convince my mom of the dread power this book has over people, but she is not convinced. She obviously thinks I'm crazy. I believe more catasrophes ensue, but I don't recall exactly which. Anyway, I decide that the only way to break this curse is to burn the book. Here's a side note about the book. It is a regular novel it seems. Nothing in particular that seems odd about it. It is a normal size for a paperback novel...probably about 400 or so pages. I decide the best place to burn the book is in the fireplace. I walk over and start to do this, but my mom (or is it my dad?) tells me not to use the fireplace to burn a book. They are still of the opinion I'm crazy. I consider burning the book in a pot or pan, but that idea dissolves or perhaps I'm looking for a good place to burn it. I decide I'll burn it behind a shopping complex. I park the car at a nearby gas station. While I'm there I see this guy in a motorcycle liberally pouring gasoline on the pavement. He almost appears to be cleaning the leaves off the pavement with the gas, as though the gas were water. I find this rather disturbing, but continue on with my goal. When I get behind the shopping center, there are a few thugs back there who begin to threaten me. This is an unfortunate turn of events. I decide I will have to abaondon my burning attempt and flee back towards the gas station. The thugs run after me, intent on doing me bodily harm. When I arrive back at the gas station, it's clear I'm going to have to face the thugs. I remember the guy pouring gasoline all over the place and I reach into my bag and pull out one of those fireplace lighters. The thugs stop, realizing that they are in danger. I click on the fireplace lighter, trying to light it, but it refuses to light. The thugs appear like they're going to attack at any moment. I throw the lighter on the ground and reach into the bag and pull out another lighter. Click...click...nothing. I throw that one down and pull out another. The thugs have decided they don't want to wait around for the lighter that works. They head back over to their hangout. I drive back home and have a conversation with Susan. She suggests that location not be of prime importance in my burning. Just burn the book and deal with the repercussions after. I decide this is good advice so I hide in a bathroom and begin to light the book, with the toilet and sink available as a water source should something go terribly wrong. I fianlly get the book to light and watch as it burns. My mom starts knocking at the door trying to get in. I manage to finish the burning before she gets in, but she is not very happy about my burning stuff in the bathroom. I am not very worried, though, because the evil book has been destroyed! I think the next day, however, someone tries to replace the burned book with another copy. I am none to happy about it.