Molly sighs, glancing about at the shelves. Rumors had started up that the town council intended to tear down the old library and replace it with a modern building. The pneumatic tube next to her thumped, giving her a start. No doubt carrying a note for a book to be sent down the booklift, as few liked climbing the iron spiral stairs through the stacks, or roving under the dim lights through the shelves. Not that the tiny flashlight she had was much better, but at least she could point it.
Most of the books had green or brown covers, from like the forties, but there were newer books with colorful spines and protective plastic jackets with the callsign label scattered here and there - and older books, half forgotten even by the card catalog. Not to mention the scattering of mouse traps. More than once had a mouse pop up while they were roving the shelves, you'd see their droppings on the few bare patches of shelves.
Molly felt her stomach fluttering - not that she'd say anything in front of the boys.
Rounding the corner, she turns her flashlight to look towards the rear shelves and shrieks when she saw the huge glowing eyes staring back at her.
