Whispers floated from the back of the building, the soft words emanating from the office of old Ms. Pemberton. Clare squinted at the closed
door. Shaking her head, she flipped the lights back on in the main room of the small town library and briskly walked down the corridor.
Kids, she thought to herself, can’t let an old woman’s things alone. This was the third time this week she had to get them out of the Librarian’s office. Teenagers goofing around, thinking that it would be fun being locked in the library all night. Little did they know, she laughed quietly. Taking the keys from her purse, she slipped the metal into the lock and turned the knob.
“What are you two doing in here?” she demanded as she stepped into the office and turned the light on.
Tommy Totherow and Frances Ledford both looked up in surprised. “Ms. Ridgely…is it closing time?” Frances stuttered her eyes wide like a doe.
“You both know it is. It’s almost midnight. Why are you hiding back here?”
“We were just trying to find out if it’s true,” Tommy stated gallantly.
“Find out what?” Clare lowered her head and raised her eyebrows.
“If the ghost of Ms. Pemberton actually haunts this place,” he finished.
Clare regarded the two in contemplation. Ever since the body was discovered in the office one morning, rumors flew around the small Georgia town about her ghost haunting the library.
Smiling to herself, Clare motioned for the teenagers to get out of the office. “There are no such things as ghosts. Come on you two, it’s time to go. I’m sure your parents are wondering where you are.”
As she escorted the young people out of the library, Clare realized she forgot to lock the office door. Waving farewell to Tommy and Frances, she quickly secured the main entry before anything could escape. Walking back to the Librarian’s office, she noticed the air had begun to chill, her breath hung briefly as she grew closer to the end of the corridor.
She really needed to be more careful, she thought to herself, or they would get out and then everyone would know. Nearing the door, she saw a pale wisp forming at the threshold. Smiling, she looked at the ghost of her reflection, the eyes wide in terror.
“Thank you dear for giving up your body. This is just what an old woman needed, a fresh new start in this century. Have fun with the others, nothing above a whisper though, ya hear?”