Last one. Thanks for reading!

Even though the whole fiasco was over, something was still bothering Danny. He wanted to know more about that librarian and the library. And maybe, hopefully, about the Litherian itself. When he got home, he had gone straight into the bathroom to check on his powers. Although he was exhausted, he was pleased to find that inner coldness of his ghost powers. Feeling a lot better and safer, he crawled back into his bed, asleep before his head hit the pillow.

The next day, he ate the biggest breakfast he had in a very long time and went downstairs to the basement. He got into the ship that Jack made and went into the ghost portal. He almost chuckled at the different feeling it gave now that he had control over his powers. He easily flew past all the monsters and doors, looking for a certain one. He heart skipped a beat in a mixture of nervousness and excitement when he saw the sign that read 'LIBRARY'. He flew to it, parking the ship next to the door. Turning ghost before hand, he got out and went through the door.

The library looked the same as last night; books everywhere, endless shelves, and an old feeling to the whole place. A shiver crawled down Danny's spine and he turned around. The old man from last time was standing there behind him. However, this time he didn't seem as scary, but rather almost nice looking. Danny wondered if it was his fever that made him scary for not. The old man kept staring at Danny and he suddenly got nervous. He had no idea what he was planning on saying, he didn't planned that far.

Instead, the old man started chuckling before floating over to him and giving him a hug. Danny grunted at the pressure against his ribs. This old man had a nice arm. When the elder released him and stepped back, he said, "I'm glad to see you again, Danny."

"Uh, how do you know my name?" Danny asked, now creep out. But then again, all old, mysterious men knew everything.

"You have came here wanting to know answers, and answers I'll give. I assume you know what a Litherian?" the elder asked. Danny nodded, dumbfounded. This man totally avoided his question.

"Litherian are not just creatures. They were once humans just like us once a time ago. They are like poltergeists, however different."

"How are they different?" Danny asked, a bit on the skeptical side. The man chuckled at him.

"Poltergeists died a violent death and therefore are angered spirits. Litherians are spirits who have died when they did not want to die and therefore stays and become angered. However, it takes great power to do so. That is why there is only one every other hundred years or so."

Danny nodded again. He remembered that part of the book they had found. But how did this man so much? "What is this place and how do you know so much?"

There was a sad glancing in the man's eye however it vanished before Danny could look closer. He smiled kindly, the type a grandfather would give, before looking around. "These are the books that have been written over a span of 5 thousand years. Some books are deemed lost and some are extremely powerful. In wrong hands, this library could destroy many worlds. Therefor, not any one can see this library."

He looked around the books, not completely believing that a library could be that powerful. "So, why did you let my friends and I get into here?"

The man kept looking at Danny. "I did not chose you. The library did."

Danny blinked at the man and made a face. The library chose him? Please, he was supposed to believe that? He looked around the library again. Even though he didn't believe in the library choosing them, he still could not deny the power that was coming from the books. He furrowed his eyebrows and look at the man. "So, you never said. How did you know about Litherians so much?"

The man lost his smile. The scary feeling his had came back and Danny took a step back. "It was my sister. She was a sick child all her live and eventually passed away. She was angered and so she turned."

"I am so sorry-"

"Leave," the man said, interrupting him. There was an authoritative tone to his voice and Danny had no desire to argue. He left and got into the ship, flying away. He turned around. His suspicions were right; the door was gone. And something told Danny that he'll never see that door again.