Library ghosts

Library ghosts

"You're beautiful." I hear a voice say. I keep reading my novel. I hear a cough. I look up, carefully placing the bookmark within the pages. I look immediately forward, but everyone else is either reading or writing. So, I begin reading again. I must have been imagining it, so engrossed in my novel. Then again, if I was hearing things from what I was reading, I should have had zombies eating my brains. So many things to enjoy in the library. I turn to a new chapter in my zombie saga, and click next on my music playlist that is blasting my ears. "Can I sit here?" I hear, but ignore it, as I must be going insane. The heroine in my novel beheads a zombie, when I feel a hand upon my shoulder. "Aaarghh!" I scream, and fall off my chair. I look up, and see a face peering down at mine. I see his mouth move, but my music is too loud to hear. He extends his hand to me, which I cautiously grab. When I am off the ground, I turn off my music and turn to face him. "Hello." I begin, not sure how to explain my dive off the chair. I could blame it on the horror novels. "Hello. Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I did try to get your attention, but I guess I didn't." He explains. "Oh, so there was someone talking to me. Sorry I thought that was my imagination." I sound like a child. "I've been trying to talk to you for a while now." He begins. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't hear you." I explain. "No, I mean, the last couple of weeks. I've been trying to get up the courage to speak to you." He continues. I laugh, which is received with a confused look. "You've been trying to talk to me, then I fall off a chair and scream. That's probably not what you were after." I say. Soon we're both laughing, before "Please be quiet or leave!" A librarian screams. Seriously, she is louder than we were. "Ah, do you want to find somewhere we can talk?" He suggests, as the librarian is giving us some serious greasies. I begin to agree, then glance at my watch. "Oh bugger, sod, bollocks!" I begin. "I'm late for class, again." He looks slightly saddened, as if I'm trying to give him the brush off. "It's really nice meeting you, and I'm so sorry to rush off, we should do this again soon." He doesn't seem convinced, and only musters a "Yeah, sure." "I'm here this time everyday, although you probably know that. Same time tomorrow?" I propose. "See you there." He concedes, visibly happier. I rush off to class, which I've already been late for twice this week, and it's Wednesday.