The Library
The library creaks as the doors slammed shut, it echoes like whispers in the wind . The man lets out a sigh â Great, another night in paradise. âHe mumbles the stale soda slides down his throat as he takes a swing. The dim lights from the computer reflect on his badge, while the sound of the camera monitor hums lightly, the sound reminding him of his ex-girlfriend, Jessica,who never could stop talking . The man leans back on the chair his fingers tap on the chair, and he groans and throws his head back and looks back at the cameras,â what a joke âHe shakes his head, his mouth lets out a huff, remembering the events of today, rumors about this library haunted or even cursed things happen weird things kids going missing to women and men going insane To him, it was all just talk.
. The lights flicker as the computers shut down, âOh, you got to be kidding me, âhe mumbles, he lets out a sigh as he stands up and grabs his flashlight. He clicked it on, waiting a moment for the weak beam to illuminate. He pushed open the door, stepping into the library's vast emptiness. The air was thick with dust, its musty smell wrapping around him like a heavy blanket. A faint, almost imperceptible chill lingered in the air, despite the warmth outside. The floorboards creaked under his feet as he stepped further into the silence.
Rows upon rows of big towering shelves stood before him, their re,d dark wooden frames lined with forgotten volumes, some old and brittle, pages that could crumble with just a touch, others appearing new. The spines were faded, their titles barely readable in the dim light, as if the books themselves had aged out of time. Some shelves bulge under the weight of so many books, others stood straight but had an unnatural air of neglect. The books, scattered carelessly in places, looked like theyâd been just shoved back after someone had pulled them free, their pages curling and yellowing. The lights flicker on and off, casting shadows across the room, stretching like fingers of some unseen hand. The table, worn down, sat in the center of the room, the surfaces covered in dust and stains, as if they had witnessed things better left forgotten. papers and open books, open a testimony of someone reading it, like someone had left in the middle of reading it, as if the reader had suddenly dwindled. The silence was unnerving but broken by the faint hum of the overhead lights. The air felt still as if something was watching him, something that knew he was there but waiting. Watching. The sound of his footsteps echoed in the emptiness, bringing the eeriness of the space . He moved slowly his flashlight cutting through the darkness ahead. But as he passed one of the shelves something caught his attention from the conner of his eye . A movement in the shadows. He froze. At first he thought it was just his imagination, but the hairs on the back of his neck proved otherwise. The flashlight flickered in his hand, casting erratic beams of light that danced across the rows of books. In the dim light, he saw it a figure pale and indistinct just at the edge of his vision standing between two bookshelves. It was gone before he could blink, but he could feel its presence in the room like a breath of something cold against his neck. His Heart raced as his feet step forward slowly approaching the spot where the figure had been. The floor bends under his weight and for a split second, he thought he heard a whisper soft, barely audible, like a voice calling his name.âHello?â he called out, his voice trembling slightly.
No response. Just silence.
He took another step, but as he did, the lights above him flickered violently and went out, plunging the library into complete darkness. The flashlight in his hand flickered, then died, leaving him in absolute blackness.
He fumbled for the flashlight switch, his breath growing shallow, panic creeping in.
Suddenly, he heard somethingâsoft at first, then growing louderâa faint tapping sound. Someone or something was walking toward him in a fast pace.
His pulse hammered in his ears. His mouth went dry as the footsteps grew closer, louder, until they were right beside him.
A whisper in the darkness, almost too soft to catch.
âRunâŚâ
( Hello! This is my 2nd short story! I hope you liked it, please let me know!)
