A Spector in the Stacks at Sharon Forks Library Continued

Alice haunts the library, a cold presence in the air. Fifty years ago she vanished between the shelves, her body found days later, clutching a book that no longer exists.

Now, shadows twist in corners and whispers rise from forgotten pages. At night the air turns heavy, and lights flicker as her ghost drifts through the aisles, searching, always searching.

The unlucky who stay too late hear the scrape of her nails on wood, feel her icy breath behind them as she rasps, “Where is it?” No one knows what she’s looking for—or what happens when she finds it.

Shelika J.
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