“Hello, Jack Baggins.”
My eyes widen as I stare at Martin, Ester, and Matilda. The 3 librarians offer me a variety of smiles. Martin’s is soft and warm. Ester’s is small and unsure. Matilda’s is tight and almost non-existent. There is an air of unease swirling around them and I nervously glance back down the hallway. All the doors are shut, indicating that many people went home for the weekend or are still sleeping. Turning back to the 3 ghosts, I smile at them, realizing now that the chill I was feeling is coming from them and not because I just got in from being in negative degree weather.
“Uh, hello. Would, uh, would the 3 of you like to come inside?” I ask, stepping to the side, allowing them to enter the room. I blink as they glide into the room, still not used to such a contrast be
