The Library of Shadows

by Rachel Moore

Once the candle was relit, Posy began the ritual again, this time going until the EMF reader blared. She grinned. “I think she’s here.”

Its giving the ghost of suite 613 ifykyk

If only the dead had cell service.

“Lovely girls when they aren’t harvesting student souls.”

How annoyingly Victorian.

But for now, she had adrenaline in her veins, ivy residue coating her tongue, and a ghost at her side who smelled like New England forests and candle smoke and crisp, yellow pages—like home, if she had one.

Maybe sepia-toned nostalgia was its own type of haunting. The ache of missing something you could never have again.

“On a scale of one to ten, how dead are you?”

“Head Librarian Ives,” she said too loudly. Her tone kicked into the snotty, entitled cadence Este and Posy had first heard at the Safety and Security office. “I believe my parents donate good money to this school so that the lights stay on. Wait until my mother hears about this.”

Its giving redeemed draco

“You know they invented Botox, right? Maybe give that a try instead of sacrificing people,”

Iconic