Gemotions

He'd been searching for a vintage copy of "Dracula" for months. The thrill of the hunt was, to him, almost as satisfying as the reading itself. Finally, he found one in a dingy antique shop. As he paid, he noticed something wedged between the pages.

"Well, well, well," he muttered, shaking his head gently. It was a theater ticket stub. Dated over a century ago, and from the opening night of a Dracula play. He let out a soft snort of delight.

He pictured the person who had once held it, sitting in a velvet seat, perhaps, experiencing the chills of the story. He ran his fingers over the faded print on the stub. The whole situation was wonderfully unexpected. He'd have to display it with the book, of course.