After what seems like hours, the chaos slowly begins to settle in the library, but the tension in the air is troubling. Students huddle together in clusters, concern marring their features.
The massive room, normally a haven of solitude, feels suffocating under the weight of collective confusion. Dust still lingers in the air, swirling in the shafts of sunlight streaming through the stained-glass windows, and I can’t stop fidgeting with the grounding crystal Mrs. Humphrey gave me.
After everything last night, I thought the worst of my problems would involve ghosts. Not… whatever this is.
Luca, Nate, and I have carved out a little space for ourselves near the back wall, surrounded by towering shelves that smell faintly of old paper and varnish. Only a quarter of the students are barricad
