“Who’s there?”
David flinched when he heard a shrill voice fill the sacred space of silence. This was the Bent Fork Public Library. Once you stepped inside, you felt you mustn’t utter a sound beyond a voiceless whisper.
The Library was housed within one room. But it was impossible to tell once inside how big that room was. Ceiling-high bookshelves formed thin, labyrinthic corridors. A few Edison lights, surrounded by stained glass shades, hung from the ceiling. Their eerie glow provided the only illumination.
You entered the Library from the outside through a narrow hallway, and then a second set of doors. It was like passing through an airlock. Once inside, you were inside indeed. Armageddon could rage without and you wouldn’t know it until you had left.
“I can hear you breathing!”
A gangly man emerged from within the labyrinth. A cinnamon cat followed at his heels. The man wore a…