Chapter 3
"Who are we waiting for?" Clive asked in a bored tone, leaning back in his chair.
"The phantom." I joked and returned to my book. We were waiting at the Gressenheller library for the mysterious sender.
"It's so boring in here though. What am I supposed to do?"
"Read a book maybe?" I tossed him a copy of The Phantom of the Opera.
Clive glared at me and opened the book, scanning the page quickly before setting it down on the table. I snorted and returned to my own reading.
The Gressenheller library's most noticeable feature was probably its high ceilings and its huge candle only chandelier. Most libraries I'd been to were small and cramped.
Another hour passed. Even I was starting to get restless.
"What time is it?" I asked.
"10:00 pm. I'm starting to think this was just a prank." I nodded. This sounded like something the neighborhood kids would do. (Though few, they were deadly.)
"Let's go." I picked up my jacket and went to the doors. I tried to open them but they wouldn't budge.
"It's… locked." I said in a surprised tone.
"But these doors lock from the inside." Clive tried to open the door but it still wouldn't open.
The lights suddenly flashed off. I spun around to the light switch. I flipped it up and down, but it wouldn't turn on.
"What do we have here? Students?" A deep but mellifluous voice droned from above us.
We looked up to see a shadowy figure standing on top of the chandelier. He took a candelabra and lit all the candles.
"Oh well, the bigger audience the better." The figure jumped from the chandelier on to a bookshelf. I thought he was going to fall, but he landed gracefully.
"Audience for what?"
"You'll see." The man said simply and snapped his fingers.
All of a sudden, all the books flew off the shelves at us. I ducked out of the way to dodge an unabridged dictionary and an encyclopedia.
"This is crazy!" Clive exclaimed as a chair flew at him.
"Stop that!" I yelled over the crashing of two tables.
"Stop? No, I don't think so." The person swooped down and grabbed my wrist. We began to float in the air.
"Aah! P-put me down!" I stuttered. I was scared half to death of heights.
"Whatever you say." The man let go of me.
I tried to embrace my inner bird, but I just kept falling. I braced myself for the fall.
Just before I hit the ground, the mysterious shadow swooped down and caught me. Okay, now he's just playing with me, I thought. He put me down at the edge of the second floor, still high above solid ground.
"What do you want?" Clive demanded. Lucky him. He was still on the ground.
The man had already disappeared.
"Are you okay, Katarina?" Clive called up to me.
"No, just get me down!"
A/N: I changed the name from Ghostly Threats because I thought it just sounded dorky.