Luigi's P.O.V
I hit the ground with a thud. When I sat up a pain ran up my back, but it quickly faded. I tried to find who pulled me inside the library, but it was pitch black just like in the hallway. Suddenly, a candle lit up in the middle of the room. I stood up on my feet and stared at the candle, after a moment, I realized it was floating.
I slowly began to walk toward the strange source of light. As I drew nearer, the flame became brighter. When I was an inch away from the candle, the fire extinguished, leaving me in the darkness once more. I didn't bother to search for the candle; I figured that it vanished along with the flame. "Hehehehe" I jumped as laughter was beginning to erupt all around me.
It grew louder, louder, piercing through my ears like a sharp knife. I screamed in agony, not being able to stand, I fell to my knees covering my ears tightly. Soon my vision began to get blurry, the last thing I saw before I blacked out was an unusual creature with a wide grin spread across its face. I felt like I saw this kind of thing before, was it a ghost?
I woke up lying on my backside. When my vision came back into focus, I realized I was still in the library, this time the lights were on. People were standing all around me peering down in confusion and relief. A familiar voice called my name. "Mario?" I ask quietly. He maneuvered his way through the crowd and crouched down beside me. "What happened?" I asked quietly. "That's what we would like to know." A tall woman with a brown bun stuck in her hair said. It was the librarian, Ms. Pickle. "What happened in here, how did you even get inside?" I looked around the library and noticed it looked very chaotic, book s were everywhere, papers that were on the desk had fallen in multiple directions. With Mario's help I stood up and looked at her straight in the eyes. "I have no idea."
"Congrats bro! You got your first detention!" Mario exclaimed as we were riding the bus home from school. "How the heck do I deserve a congratulation?" I asked rather annoyed by Mario's enthusiasm. "Because when you get a detention, you're considered 10% cooler." He responded giving me a thumbs up. I shook my head and rolled my eyes.
Soon the bus came to a halt at our stop. When Mario and I had gotten off the bus, we saw our mom's car parked in the driveway. Nervousness swept over me, as we approached the house, I asked Mario, "How do you think mom will react when I tell her I got my first detention?" I could tell he knew I was scared. "Luigi, just relax, mom will understand. Hey, she might even be proud of you!" I let out a small chuckle and nodded.
Mario got out the house keys and unlocked the door. As soon as we stepped foot inside the house, our mom appeared out of nowhere giving us a big hug. "Where in the world did you come from, Mom?" Mario asked in surprised. My heart was beating very quickly; I had got enough scares for today. "I was waiting for you in that closet by the front door." She said pointing to the closet she was hidden in after releasing us from her hug.
I felt like this was an appropriate time to tell mom what happened in school today, not the paranormal freaky part, at least not yet. "Mom, I have something to tell you." I say nervously. "What is it Luigi?" She asked. "I got my first detention today." I was expecting her to ask why I had gotten it, but instead she said, "Congratulations sweetheart! You finally did something bad in school!" Just like Mario, she gave me a thumbs up.
"I didn't expect her to react like that." I say lying down on my bed, looking at the bare ceiling. Night had fallen, and it was time for Mario and I to go to bed. "Told you she'd be proud of you bro!" Mario said happily. Although I was relieved that mom wasn't mad at me I said, "I really don't want to clean the library; I wasn't even the cause of the chaos." Mario asked in a confused tone, "Weren't you the only person in there Luigi?" I knew I should tell my mom first, but I couldn't keep it in any longer.
"I have something to confess."
"What is it Luigi?"
"I saw something very weird in the library today; I think it was a ghost."
As we were riding the bus to school the next morning, Mario asked me, "Are you sure you saw a ghost yesterday in the library Luigi?" Before I could respond, a girl sitting on the seat next to ours exclaimed, "What!? You can see ghosts Luigi?" I sighed and said, "I don't know Kristie." "What do you mean you don't know?" She asked impatiently. "I'm not sure whether I was seeing things or if that ghost really was inside the library with me." I respond. "Well if it was, that would explain how you got in there in the first place." Mario said thoughtfully.
After school had ended for the day, I headed to the library for my detention. Mario had went with Pauline to go get a dress, he told me to stand outside when I was finished cleaning the library. Just like yesterday, the hallway was deserted. I wasn't uneasy about this considering it was the end of the day. When I approached the front doors of the library, I noticed something very strange; the handle to each door was gone.
I scratched my head in confusion. "Something weird is going on with this library." I thought to myself. When I tried to push the doors open, they wouldn't budge. When that didn't work, I peeked inside the square like window beside the doors to see if Ms. Pickle was in there. I sighed when I didn't see her sitting at the desk. When I looked at the doors again, the handles were as they should be.
Nervously, I placed my hand on one of the handles. I took a deep breath and opened the doors shakily. As soon as I opened the door, a burst of wind came from the library. When it ceased, I stepped inside slowly, doors slammed shut when I was fully inside. Like yesterday, the light flickered off leaving the library in pitch black darkness.
"Luigiā¦" A raspy voice said from above me. "W-Who's there?" I ask stuttering. My entire body shook from head to toe. When it didn't respond for a few minutes I asked another question, "Where's Ms. Pickle?" This time it answered. "Look behind the desk."
"But it's too dark, I can't see anything." I say. "Very well..." The lights turned on rather dimly, but I could still see. "Hurry boy, I don't have all day." The voice said in annoyance. I paced slowly toward Ms. Pickle's desk, terrified of what I may find. When I peered over the desk, my eyes widened in fear, a horrific shriek emerged from my lips. There behind the desk lay Ms. Pickle's crumpled body, she was dead.
