A Spector in the Stacks at Sharon Forks Library Continued

The library was nearly deserted, aside from a few high school students meandering around. It was closing time, and as the lingering patrons made their way to the front doors, a low cry was heard from the nonfiction stacks. 

A librarian cautiously walked back to the shelves, nervous she would find a child missing their parents. When she arrived at the stacks, however, all the rows were empty aside from a book on the floor. She put the book back and walked to the next row, only to hear a dull thud. Retracing her steps, the same book was on the floor, as though she had never picked it up. Curious, she read the front cover and found it was a book about manners and etiquette. 

Looking around, she found no reason for the book to fall, and carefully placed it back on the shelf. She withdrew a few paces, only to hear the sound again. At this point, the librarian was starting to suspect a patron was hiding somewhere. Stepping delicately so the prankster wouldn’t hear her, she peered down each stack, only to find them vacant. 

Frustrated, the librarian picked up the book, and seeing it was open on the floor to a page about volume etiquette, she chuckled out loud. Suddenly, there was a loud shushing sound from behind her. She snapped her head up and found a ghostly figure at the back of the row of books, holding a finger to her pale lips.

The ghost shushed the librarian again before dissipating. The librarian froze in disbelief. It seems even ghosts don’t like to hear noise at the library. 

Britt P.

Youth Services Specialist