#HauntedLibrary

[tishafanclub]

hauntedlibrary i did for twt

[sashd4cat]

I don't think i captured the idea i wanted in this one well, but okay hell yea sure

[z3r0pulse]

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[isabellacruzwrites]

The Beast Within

Summary: Ana is burdened by family duty, finds herself the reluctant caretaker of a magical library that devours people for knowledge. The library, an imposing and sinister structure, has been entrusted to her family for centuries. Ana, always the second choice, inherits the role after her older sister abandons her responsibility.

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: This is my first piece of writing I am sharing on here. This was just collecting dust in one of my many abandoned WIP, so I thought it would be fitting to be my first actual writing post. I would love to know what you think!

CW: Third person ^_^

The library loomed over Ana like a death sentence. Her hands clenched and unclenched her amulet as if it would absolve her anxiety. She watched the willing people enter the library, only unbeknownst to them, they would never walk out. 

This job was not meant for Ana.

It was meant to be passed down to her older sister, Alexandria, but an unforeseen event prevented her from fulfilling the duty. Ana’s family has been charged with watching over the magic library for nearly six centuries. As a child, Ana was always petrified of the opulent building. The dark, arched windows were like beading eyes, constantly watching—waiting.

Swallowing her terror, Ana hobbled to the palatial doors. The door chimed signaling a new meal has entered. Ana rounded the corner of the open counter, her hands shaking as she set her hunter-green messenger bag onto the floor. Other than the few victims who walked in before her, the library was otherwise empty. Her ankle twitched in pain, making her stifle a groan. She should be used to it by now. The damaged ankle was just one of the many sacrifices she’s already made for her family. Why was she always the go-to when others couldn’t fulfill their jobs? 

Why did she never say no?

As she sat in the high-backed black chair, the carpet rumbled beneath her, the designs swirling elegantly across the fabric. She surveyed the area. No one seemed to notice the wall's breathing or the sounds the floors made. No one ever did. She rolled her ankle slowly, trying to disperse the pain and some of the tension. The time was only 8:30 in the morning. She had twelve more hours to go. 

Just as she expected, the afternoon has brought the majority of the city with it. The sun up ahead blazed down on the building, making the temperature in the library uncomfortably warm. How could she help anyone with the temperature near scolding? That only angers it more. 

Ana scanned a book for a young woman, sunlight bouncing off the shine of her blonde hair. The glimpse of it making Ana wary. She finished checking out the book and prayed that she made it out in time. 

Early evening was around the corner by the time most of the visitors left. Ana was just finishing her head count before a scream echoed from the darker corners of the already dark library. Ana’s breath shuttered as she ran as fast as she could. She nearly tripped over her own feet as she swerved through the multiple bookshelves, each with a history of its own. 

Ana arrived just in time to see a young girl's arm trapped in the wallpaper. To anyone else, they would have suspected the girl was a lunatic. But Ana knew better and took no chances. 

She grabbed the amulet around her neck and chanted,

Abi, abi, turpis.

Fames tua oppressa est

Non nocebit tibi amplius in reliquum tempus

The words of the enchantment needed to be uttered seven times. Each time the beast’s hold would grow weaker.

The power of starvation is strong. But the resilience of the hunted is stronger. 

The amulet, that had been passed down for generations, glowed brightly as Ana said the enchantment louder— bolder—than she felt. But with each tear of fustration that fell, with each droplet of sweat, she chanted. She felt her throat grow hoarse, the power of the words making a coppery taste fill her mouth. Her arm and hand burned from the excessive power she drew.

After the seventh time, the grip on the girl's arm loosened and she fell like a sack of potatoes. Ana blew out a heavy, harsh breath. She cautiously limped to the girl’s side. The girl’s blonde hair darkened and feathered beneath her heavy head. The girl’s eyes widened with fear when she saw Ana’s full face leaning above her. 

“It’s alright,” Ana said slowly. “You fainted. Try not to move too fast.” 

Ana’s voice was hypnotic as she looked at the girl directly. Brown clashed with blue as the girl slowly nodded her head. Ana reached out a hand and led the shaken girl to the front. Once the doors closed, the foundation of the library shook, causing Ana to grip the door handles for dear life. 

The last few hours of Ana’s first was quiet, the beast turning dormant. Ana was just getting ready to wipe down the library’s tables before a bone-trembling growl shook the building’s foundation. Ana set down the bucket of cleaning supplies and she readied herself to run or expel the rest of her power to keep it at bay.

But, before she could, a deep, almost animalistic voice rang out. 

“Your interference will not be forgiven, dear Ana,”

Despite her fear, Ana had to fight back an annoyed sigh. Her day was almost over, and she couldn’t wait to jump through the portal and land in her giant, plush bed. Ana returned to her previous actions, grabbing the disinfectant, and approaching the first table.

The beast let out another fear-inducing growl before rolling the carpet beneath her already unsteady feet. With a huff, she dropped the bottle and grabbed the table for dear life. 

“I will not be ignored, Witch,”

“Obviously not,” she muttered. 

She grunted as she got on her two feet. The walls pulsed as a booming noise traveled all around her. It almost sounded like… a laugh. The human-eating, library-bounded, beast was laughing… At her. 

“What a pity,” its monstrous voice bounced off her skull. “They sent a cripple to protect these ridiculous creatures.” Another vindictive boom reverbrated around the library. 

With effort, she resumed her cleaning, still ignoring the self-entitled beast. Anything she wanted to say was an invitation for the monster to try and break free. Ana and her mother were sitting together in the dining room after they received the note her older sister had, so graciously, left them. Alexandria ran away with her boyfriend, fleeing halfway across the world, leaving Ana to pick up her responsibilities. 

Her mother rested her head in her hands, squeezing her temples tightly. Ana’s mother had been the librarian for over fifty years and was looking forward to her retirement.

“One of the most important things to remember Ana,” her mother began, her voice heavy with disappointment and apprehension. “The beast not only has physical hunger, but he feeds off your energy as well. That is why the amulet is key to keeping him confined within those walls. Never give him more of you than needed, it will give him an advantage and he will kill you.” 

Ana swallowed her unease and nodded, solemnly promising to do her best. 

Now, here she was, squeezing one edge of the table and scrubbing it clean, as the floor and walls rumbled with the beast's displeasure.

“Always the second choice, aren’t we Ana?” The beast spoke her name tauntingly, waiting for her to get defensive and angry. But Ana was not so easily provoked. Especially when that particular insult was no more than an old, but healed wound of her past.

She would never deny that she will always be the second choice, the second option. How could she not be? She was the second born, the second grandchild, and so forth. Never has she ever been first.

“Playing the silent game, are we?” The beast continued to bait. “Taking lessons from your mother I see. You will never amount to her potential. Never.”

Ana moved to the next table, her tongue held tightly between her teeth. 

Okay that one, stung. And the beast knew it too, its deep rumble shaking books, making some fall to the floor. Ana took a deep, measured breath. Ana finished with the tables, growing skeptical of the increased quiet of the library. 

She reach the bucket and reach down to grab it when a hand-like touch grasped her shoulder. She jumped and turned, clenching the amulet. Her brows furrowed when she saw no one there. A whisper settled over the room and traveled through one of her ears and out the other, leading her to the right side of the library.

She silently set the bucket down, her urgency to leave now replaced with damning curiosity. With slow measured steps, she ambled towards the historical non-fiction section.

Books lay strewn about the floor. Ana reached down to the one closest to her, mindlessly picking it up. 

“Please,” A man’s voice whispered. 

Ana quickly straightened, looking for the owner of the voice. When she found no one, she looked back to the book. The title had faded. And the dust it had collected was astronomical.

“I’m in your hand,” the voice whispered again, this time it was clearer. Ana bit back her startled scream. She turned the book over. It had been partially open from its fall. Ana flips the book open. The yellowed parchment blank. No evidence or trace of ink.

“What?” she whispered to herself. Ana flipped through the many pages, but all remained the same. She was about to slam it closed when same voice stopped her.  

“Wait! Please, I need your help,” the masculine voice pleaded again.

“Well, where the hell are you?” Ana whispered harshly, growing tired of this library already and it was only her first day. 

“I am in your hand,” the voice spoke slower, pronouncing each syllable. “Look down.”

Ana gazed back at the blank pages, only there was writing on them this time. 

Take this book with you. I will explain everything. Please, we don’t have much time. 

Ana sighed and rushed back to the front desk, grabbed her things, locked up, and booked it out of the library. 

When Ana arrived home, the house was silent. There was no warmth or smell of her mother’s cooking. No one was home. With a sigh, Ana threw her keys in the tray and took her bag to the dining table. The book had heavily pressed into her side as she walked to the communal portal.

Her nerves were stronger now than they had been this morning. Especially as she removed the book and set it down on the scratched surface of the table. The book itself was strikingly different from the rest of the books in that death hole. In most of the books, are victims themselves, having their lives written as the beast within the walls feasted.

This one, she had assumed, was no different. However, the magic that thrummed from it told her that assuming was not her friend and would only damn her further. 

Ana flipped the book open with quick, trembling hands. The pages remained blank until ever-so=slowly words began to form. 

Are you in a safe place?

“Yes,” Ana answered aloud and waited. After no reply, Ana reached for her favorite pen from the front pocket of her bag. She then wrote her reply underneath the question. 

A reply came immediately. 

Firstly, I should explain who I am. My name is Atlas. I am the one who cursed the powerful creature within your library’s walls.

What!

Ana put her pen down, her mind reeling. How… How is this possible? Her mother, Grandmother, and Great-grandmother had all told her the story of how the beast came to be. Never once did they mention a curse, and that it had been one of their own to do it. 

Atlas, Atlas, Atlas. 

Why does the name sound so familiar? Before she could find out where the name came from, Atlas’ reply appeared, and a lengthy one at that.

I knew the beast once as Vidir. He is one of the most powerful warlocks I have ever come to know. He was my friend until he betrayed me. He sided with our enemies in the time of war, just as we were about to reach victory, he aided them in our near extinction.

Ana remembers the war. Not as if she was physically there, but from her school's history class and books in her mother’s library.

After the carnage he expelled upon us, I used the last of my reserves of power to create a powerful curse, a curse powerful enough to make him fall to his knees to beg for forgiveness. At least that is what I wanted, but he embraced this punishment. And in return, imprisoned my physical body and the rest of the power I had left.

Ana’s brows were set in a permanent frown as she tried to get her head around this possibility. The history books only divulged the winning and defeated, who the enemies were, and who our allies were. It never correlated the library’s beast to the war.

But the more she thought about it the more it made sense. The library had been the only thing unharmed by the destruction of war. The only building to house thousands of women and children.

If he took your power… How are you communicating with me through this book?

Ana had asked a fair question. But the response took longer to appear than it should’ve. 

I cannot tell you… yet.

Yet? What exactly is it you need my help with? My plate is pretty full already, I don’t know if committing to helping you is in my best interest if you can’t be honest.

Ana felt empowered by her reply. She was never one to not help people when they asked. She hadn’t uttered the word ‘no’ in almost three years. So to deny this warlock indirectly made her heart race incessantly.

I understand the hesitation, but you must understand. Our kind hangs in the balance if Vidir is set free.

How could he be set free? I assure you I am and will do my best to keep him contained, just as the members of my family have done before me. 

Ana stomach churned and twisted as she watched Atlas reply appear halfway down the page. 

Like I said, he is the most powerful warlock, the only one to have ever bested him is me. And that shining amulet will not keep him for much longer. Every curse can be broken, even his. 

How could it be broken? Ana had asked after many minutes of contemplation. If… If the beast was set free, what would really become of her world, of her kind? Just imagining it sent shivers down Ana’s spine.

Just as any curse can,

How? Ana had asked again, but how could she have guessed the answer when she had received such little of it?

Love. But not just any love. True Love.

[harmonyhealinghub]

The Library of Secrets Shaina Tranquilino October 16, 2024

The university library was always quiet—unnaturally quiet. Even during the day, with students cramming for exams, the silence hung thick in the air, like something alive. But it was after dark that the library transformed, taking on an eerie, almost sinister presence.

Hannah had heard the stories, of course. Everyone had. Whispers about strange occurrences late at night—unexplained noises, disappearing books, even rumors of students who’d gone missing. But she didn’t believe in ghost stories, and finals were looming. She needed the peace and quiet, so when she lost track of time and the clock struck midnight, she convinced herself to stay a little longer.

The library’s ancient architecture didn’t help ease her nerves. Gothic arches loomed overhead, casting jagged shadows under the dim lights. Rows of shelves seemed to stretch endlessly, the books on them older than any of the students, some even older than the university itself. Most people avoided the lower levels, but Hannah had found a nook on the second basement floor—a place no one ever ventured.

Tonight, it was deathly still.

The air felt stagnant, as if no one had breathed in this part of the library for centuries. The only sound was the soft rustle of pages as Hannah turned them, immersed in her study. But as the minutes ticked by, something began to change.

At first, it was almost imperceptible—a soft sound, like the faintest of whispers. Hannah dismissed it, chalking it up to the creaking of the old building. But then it grew louder. The sound seemed to come from the shelves themselves, as though the books were murmuring among themselves. She looked up, scanning the empty aisles, but saw no one.

Her heart quickened. The whispers continued, a low, hissing chorus that seemed to rise from the very walls around her. She couldn’t make out the words, but the tone was unmistakable—urgent, insistent.

Hannah stood up, her chair scraping loudly against the stone floor. The sound echoed through the empty library, only to be swallowed by the oppressive silence. The whispers grew louder, surrounding her from every direction. She clutched her bag and turned toward the exit, but before she could take a step, a voice—clear and distinct—rose above the rest.

"Don’t go."

She froze. The voice was right behind her.

Slowly, she turned. There was no one there, only rows of old bookshelves and the faint flicker of a dying light bulb. But the voice persisted, now coming from all around her, each shelf carrying a different whisper.

"Stay. You need to know."

Her mind raced. She was alone. Wasn’t she? Her breath quickened as she looked around, panic creeping into her thoughts. The whispers closed in, no longer just noise, but words, forming coherent sentences that chilled her to the bone.

"The library keeps its secrets."

"They never leave."

"You’ll never leave."

She backed away, her heart pounding, trying to drown out the voices. She glanced at the shelves, her eyes darting over the ancient books, and that’s when she noticed it—a book she hadn’t seen before. Its spine was cracked and faded, its pages yellowed with age. But it wasn’t its appearance that caught her attention. It was that it seemed to be…moving.

Trembling, she reached for the book, almost against her will. Her fingers brushed the cover, and as soon as she made contact, the whispers stopped. The silence that followed was suffocating.

She opened the book, her hands shaking. The pages were filled with cramped, handwritten text, the ink smeared and blotchy as though written in haste—or fear. But it wasn’t the words that terrified her. It was the names.

Dozens of names. Hundreds. Some scratched out, others fresh. And then, at the very bottom of the page, she saw it—her own name.

Hannah Thompson.

Her stomach turned, and she slammed the book shut. The whispers returned, louder now, their tone urgent and malicious.

"You’ve seen. Now you must stay."

A cold draft swept through the library, and the lights flickered. The air felt heavier, pressing in on her chest. Desperately, she ran toward the stairwell, her footsteps echoing in the empty corridors. She reached the door to the ground floor and shoved it open, but when she stepped through, her heart sank.

She was back in the basement.

Her breathing grew ragged as she tried again, running faster this time. She threw open the door—but once again, she stood in the same eerie nook where she had started.

The whispers were deafening now, crashing over her in waves of sound. They hissed and spat, mocking her, taunting her with half-formed truths.

"You belong to us now."

She fell to her knees, clutching her head, trying to block out the noise. It was no use. The library had her now, just like it had all the others. She thought of the missing students, the unexplained disappearances, the names in the book. The library didn’t just keep knowledge. It kept them—the students who stayed too late, the ones who uncovered too much.

With a final, desperate scream, Hannah bolted toward the shelves, searching for something—anything—that could free her. But all she found were more books, more names, more secrets that no one was ever meant to know.

The last light flickered out, plunging the library into darkness. The whispers faded, replaced by a deep, oppressive silence.

And then, as if nothing had happened, the library returned to its eerie quiet, waiting for its next victim.

[gothandghoul]

A Novel Night at the Library

The ancient library, a sentinel against the raging winds in the heart of a stormy night, was a place of mystery and intrigue. Its labyrinthine halls, lined with centuries-old tomes and grotesque gargoyle carvings, whispered secrets of forgotten eras. Flickering candles cast long, shifting shadows that danced eerily across the walls. This was no ordinary library; it was a place steeped in history, its very walls echoing with the stories of unexplained disappearances and deaths.

In one dimly lit corner, a group gathered for their clandestine meeting, whispering about their cherished grimoires and ancestral chronicles. The air was heavy with a palpable tension, thickened by an unspoken dread. Among the group sat Clara, her poor eyesight betraying none of her fervent anticipation. She squinted into the darkness, straining to identify the source of a faint, unsettling rustle that echoed eerily through the aisles.

"Do you hear that?" Clara's voice trembled with a mix of fear and awe. The noise, once subtle, like the delicate turning of decayed pages, grew louder and more insistent. It morphed into a menacing flapping, resonating from the library's deepest, most ancient recesses.

Suddenly, a dark creature swooped down, its wings cutting through the air in erratic, disorienting loops around the group. Captivated by its shadowy form, Clara mistook it for an elusive artifact and reached out impulsively. "I've got it!" she exclaimed, her fingers closing around what she believed to be the edge of a long-lost relic. But as she pulled back, realization struck her with chilling clarity—her hand grasped at nothing but the cold, empty air. The beast had vanished into the shadows, leaving only a haunting silence.

The room fell silent, each member holding their breath, terror gripping their hearts as they wondered if they had unwittingly summoned something darker than ancient secrets. With a deafening crash, the room erupted into chaos. The phantom creature, now agitated by the rising whispers and panicked scurrying, began to dart through the air, toppling stacks of books. Hardcovers and paperbacks cascaded like a horrific avalanche, their pages fluttering wildly, creating a scene of utter literary bedlam.

Determined to restore order, the keeper of the tomes—a stout woman with a steely resolve and silver locks—seized the nearest implement that might serve as a weapon against the spectral intruder: a book drop net. What ensued was a chase born of nightmares. The librarian lunged relentlessly, her net slicing through the air with deadly precision, swiping left and right, up and down, yet always missing its elusive target. The entity wove through the library, transforming it into a whirlwind of flapping wings and frantic movement. The club members scattered in every direction, diving under tables, ducking behind chairs, and squeezing into cozy reading nooks, their hearts pounding with an otherworldly dread.

Amidst the turmoil, the creature swooped back toward Clara. She froze, her thick glasses magnifying its monstrous eyes, which now bore into hers with fierce intensity. Paralyzed by its haunting gaze, she let out a blood-curdling scream that reverberated through the rafters like a crack of thunder.

Just as the entity seemed poised to triumph in its frenzied flight, it made a fatal miscalculation, swooping too low. With the precision of a predator, the librarian lunged, bringing the net down in one swift, decisive motion. The colossal bat was trapped in a tangle of mesh and wings, its erratic flapping finally silenced.

As the room held its collective breath, the tension shattered with a unified sigh of relief, swiftly followed by a spontaneous round of applause that roared through the previously eerie silence. The librarian stood victorious, holding up her prize—a symbol of calm restored amidst the chaos.

With the bat safely captured, the group members cautiously emerged from their hiding places, dusting off their clothes and retrieving their scattered tomes.

"Well, this is a night to remember," one member remarked, attempting to lighten the tension with a wry smile.

Adjusting her glasses and shaking her head in disbelief, Clara quipped, "Our library's 'treasures' never cease to amaze. Despite my poor eyesight, it appears this bat—a master of the night—was destined to seek me out."

The keeper of tomes held up the netted bat like a dark trophy. “Meet our new library guardian," she announced with a mischievous grin. Disoriented but undeniably enchanting, the bat blinked at them with wide, curious eyes.

"Don't worry," she assured it softly, "we'll set you free soon to roam the night as you wish.”

A twinkling of silence hung in the air before laughter spread through the group, the tension dissolving into shared relief and amusement.

The night drew to a close with an eerie sense of harmony, a fitting end to an otherworldly gathering. As the mist of laughter and camaraderie settled, whispers of immortalizing the event began circulating among the club members. By dawn, a chilling yet captivating design emerged from the shadows on GothandGhoul.etsy.com—a T-shirt emblazoned with the whimsical bat's face and the cryptic words "Bat Sh*t Crazy." This garment is more than a mere memento; it symbolizes the revelation that growth and unity often arise from the shadows of chaos, leaving behind a newfound appreciation for the shared journey and the unforeseen gifts of the night.

Dare to relive the haunting chaos of that night and claim your own Bat Sh*t Crazy T-shirt. Visit GothandGhoul.etsy.com and become part of our dark, devoted community.

[teagendarling]

“Wait wait so are you guys okay now? And Boo Boo explain I’m so lost. That short story made me more confused than the long story.”

*I lay a hand on my headache pounding head, it’s been there the whole day*

“So what I’m getting is you avoided the I love you and then confessed? Have you had any cute dates since you got officially together?”

*Teagan stops brushing for half a second as she lays a comforting and inquisitive hand on your shoulder*

Hey teagen, I came to check on you before I leave garden view. Are you okay?

- @the-ghost-gal

“O-oh Yes I’m not sure really, I haven’t seen so many of you recently especially when…”

“But I’m fine totally wonderful Connie dear ^^”

*Teagan sighs heavily as they wave a tired hand at Connie, pointing a hand where she can sit*

*Teagan pauses hesitating as your words*

“W-wait leaving? How! Why?” *I pause my eyes wide as I stare upwards, the tea in my head sloshing slightly*

[paperclipps7]

So, this has been on my mind for awhile, but since your leniency on ships in the dead end has grown, are any more ships cannon or no?

Well the obvious ones are Slot Machine and Shellevision. Those have been burned into Dead End and are pretty much 100% canon at this point.

Theres a few ships that kinda flick between on and off occasionally.

Both Brightcase and HauntedLibrary occasionally have their moments, though its generally more Brightney being protective of Toodles after she does something with Rodger or Connie (Be it try and do research with Rodger or hang out with Connie and the corpses.) Brightney generally spends more time around Rodger and the two do occasionally share calm moments over whatever drinks Cosmo gave them, but they do have significantly more arguments than anyone else in Hazewood. Meanwhile Brightney and Connie dont interact as much and while it is generally Brightney being accusatory towards Connie about bringing the kid near dead bodies, things are relatively civil there.

Neither is fully canon, but either can be interpreted and I think both are reasonably valid and plausible. Though post-dead end it is likely that neither would last too long (which unfortunate but yknow).

One Ive kinda been quietly tinkering on in the background and not really making public is Soggycookie. Im obsessed, what can I say.

The Wanderers stop by Hazewood a lot which gives Finn lots of time to hang around Ginger. She wants to go with him but Cosmo insists she stays in Hazewood where its safe, which leads the two of them to not spend nearly as much time together as they'd like. Whenever he is around Ginger tries to paint pictures of him, though she never has the right colors so its a work in progress.

Christmas Party is another one Ive vaguelly hinted towards, though its pretty one sided as of now. I think this post is the perfect descriptor of their relations (I had to scroll really far to find that goddamn-)

Besides that, not many are officially canon but a few have been vaguelly referenced. Cosmo and Flyte had a small interaction of Flyte oweing Cosmo a drink after they escaped, theres some minor Jewelrybox and Silentmelody interactions here and there, and I have been trying to figure out how I'd weasel Sweethugs in. But no luck yet.

Thats pretty much it!

[cupcakewebkinz]

I like to call them possessed-antique (possesed - as in ghost, antique - as in antique lamp) :)

(I think i spelled antique right if i didnt please correct me-)

That is SUCH a good one!!

I've seen HauntedLibrary for them as well, which I also really love!

I also have seen Ghostlight/Ghostlamp for them too

I just wasn't sure if the fandom agreed on a name or not, so I thought I'd ask

Thanks 'non!!! ♡

[hauntedlibrarian2222]

omg did i get a town name bro that's so cool what do they say about me like am i a cool cryptid thing or do they know about the other stuff

Cryptic, yeah. Sometimes the kids come in and ask about the ‘Woodsman’ and they’ve got some weird chant for you. Albeit I don’t know the chant.

And then there’s this one kid who just says you’re a weirdo

[mascarerii]

uhm I’m a loser who is about to promote their own writing-

I’ve been meaning to spew it out for a whileeee now, and I’ve finally started it so like- uhh!! I’ve got a lil series, follows a protag who works a paranormal library day n’ night. Made it a blog, finally:)

You can find it here; @hauntedlibrarian2222 , the first part has been officially posted! Pretty cool. BAHAHA

[i-put-the-hot-in-psychotic]

The Library ~ JJK

Tags: JeonJungkookxReader, Mystery, Haunted, Dark Academia, Love

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She made her way down the arched structed hallways towards the library. Upon arrival she made way towards one the backside of the library where the history books were normally allocated, here less people visited. A window stood to her left overlooking a part of the schools’ old grounds. It was an isolated area a small corner, a nook but the smell of old books and wood made her feel relaxed and somewhat at peace from all the troubles she normally has running through her mind.

She sat down and organized her things. The looked at the leather notepad her grandmother had given her and briefly smiled with the thought of her. With a sigh she opened it to start to get her work done. The sun was starting to set and with a sigh exhaled, she let her head rest on her head. Her eyes gazed around the room whether as a break or as a minute to regain her thoughts. Her eyes finally landed on the window where her brows furrowed, she had not noticed the man that was standing in front of the table overlooking the garden. She stood up a bit straighter, as to who this man was she did not know, but seeing from his clothing he could have been a professor of some sort.

Upon eyeing him further she was concerned yet intrigued none the less, as to his choice of clothing as it seemed to be a bit outdated towards the time however, to her she nodded in satisfaction as this man had taste and not wearing the typical generic clothing. Her eyes continued to roam and finally wanting to see who this man was. His face was hit with the golden hour of the sun as his eyes were closed. He seemed he was enjoying the warmth the sun was radiating, the side of his lip slowing turning upwards into a smirk. His hair was light brown and looked thin and smooth from the looks of it. He finally opened his eyes and gazed through the window for a few more seconds until he begun to turn around to leave. As he was turning to make his leave his eyes landed on the figure that was currently sitting on the table right in front of him. His eyes landed on the elbow currently resting on the table and how it was covered in a brown cardigan, finally gazing upward he saw a soft jaw and full pink lips. His eyes finally met two brown pools surrounded by long eyelashes adorned in gold circular spectacles.

As he continued to move, he noticed that this women’s gaze was fixated on him and for a long time he finally felt a sense of shock taking over his body. His body took a holt at the realization that she could see him. He had never experienced anything like this before. The beam of sunlight made the girl furrow her eyebrows and squeeze her eyes from the golden rays which made it a bit difficult for her to see his facial features. When finally, the sun had set, and the sun light moved in the right time her eyes adjusted and saw nothing of the man that once stood in front of her. She looked around her to see if she could catch a glimpse of the gentleman, but all she was met with was the silence of the library she was in.

After staring where once stood the young man blinking in void, she shrugged it off, her shoulders slightly slouching down as she felt a sense of sadness overtake her, for an unknown reason that she could not see the man. Nonetheless, a string of hope and happiness that there was indeed somebody who did visit the history section of the library. She smiled at the window as she saw a tree in the distance hug the wind that slightly danced with its leaves, and in silence she continued her work with these mysterious men on her mind in hopes they will cross each other’s path once more, little did she know he was behind her wanting to get to know about this mysterious girl that saw him as well.

[vardenmfrias]

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[cincylibraryteen]

Those who live in the stacks want you to come up and play with them. Sign up at cincinnatilibrary.org for the TeenSpot annual Halloween party+haunted stacks tour

http://cincinnatilibrary.evanced.info/msignup/

[marioncolibraries]

The Marion County Public Library (Fairmont) will be closing at 4 pm on Friday, October 18 to prepare for Haunted Library! All of our other branches will maintain their regular Friday schedule.⁠ ⁠ Haunted Library is a staged, haunted attraction at the Marion County Public Library in Fairmont. For more information about Haunted Library, please visit www.mcpls.org/hauntedlibrary⁠ ⁠ #linkinbio #mymarionwv #librariesofinstagram #hauntedlibrary #halloween⁠ https://www.instagram.com/p/B3pjSCAncyT/?igshid=1w18b6x9iv398

[assemblage333]

#oddities #odditiesandcuriosities #odditiesforsale #odditiesprints #curiouslycurated #vintageoddities #vintagechristmas #vintagestyle #vintagedecor #vintagelover #vintageshop #vintageportraits #deathmask #sugarskulltattoo #cabindecor #hauntedlibrary #assemblage333 #cottagechic #etsyshop #etsyseller #etsyfinds #etsygifts #etsyartist www.etsy.com/shop/assemblage333 (at The Greens At Cedar Chase Dover Delaware) https://www.instagram.com/p/BNhbxgDh0ME/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=5pq909svyl89