THE LAST NIGHT
Every tuesday night, Elenor Voss locked the old Willow Creek Library at 9:17 p.m
Tonight the basement door was already open.
A cold, wet breath crawled uo the stairs. The light at the bottom had gone out. then she heard it- slow, bare footsteps rising from the darkness.
she should run
Instead she stared as a tall, hunched shape blocked the faint light...and lifted its head.
Eleven years ago, a man with too many teeth had smiled and whispered he would wait for her.
He had kept hus promise
And now, the library was listening.
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