text: Sorry for cutting the last post short. I had someone come in that needs a special kind of attention. For starters, I don’t even know what they are. For the sake of easier typing, they will be referred to as Emmett. Mainly because the name Emmett just gives me weird kid vibes. Kind of like that one kid that sat in the back of your third grade class and always drank the glue and got yelled at for sneezing into books? Maybe? A little more about Emmett, I have no clue if they are a guy or a girl at this point. Emmett has always piqued my curiosity whenever they enter the library. They stand five-ish feet tall, always clad in all black, and wear an all white mask. The only reason I know that Emmett has an all white mask is because they ran head first into one of our doors when they first started coming to the library. I was just sitting at my desk drawing and I heard a dull thud. When I looked up, I first saw Emmett. By body language alone, I could tell that they were super confused as to what had hit them. It was more a feeling of sheer awe and wonder than anything else now that I think about it more. I found it quite cute, actually. The experience was like watching a monkey play with a smartphone for the first time. This kept happening over the course of a few weeks, but they learned that whatever it was that hit them each time was there to stay. I’m honestly surprised how long it took Emmett to figure out how to open a door. I wonder what their home life is like... Emmett comes in normally around 9:30 to 10 o’clock. To add to that, it's normally right on the dot for those two times. Pretty impressive if I do say so myself; But, I have never once seen Emmett leave the way they came in... Hell, I don’t even know what Emmett does here. Well, obviously they might read or check out a book, right? However, they have never once checked out a book. Yeah, I know that what some people do is they come to the library, find an interesting book, and read it in a lounge area. That has never really bothered me because I just chalk it up to me being deep into drawing or writing and I don’t notice when they leave. To me, Emmett seems harmless enough. Hell, I would take them over many other patrons of mine. At 10 o’clock, Emmett walked through the doors of the library. So far, pretty normal. I was getting deep into a text conversation I was having with a friend so when I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye, it kind of scared me, not gonna lie; but, since it was Emmett, I was fine. Just gave them a nod to acknowledge their presence and watched where they went. It doesn’t really bother me that they never acknowledge me back simply because I don’t even think Emmett can see me half the time. They always have a hood up, plus the mask I mentioned earlier so I wouldn’t put it past them if they just can’t see me. As I watched Emmett stroll past the desk, I peaked my head up a little more and saw that they went into the romance section. To each their own I guess. After a while of sitting and texting with periodically doodling to my heart's content, I decided to start my rounds. The way I like to do it is, I snake my way up and down the aisles. I continue this until the very end of the hall, then I walk right down the main aisle that separates the library into its two halves. The romance section was only 3 aisles in and on the right side. So I could very clearly see Emmett enter the aisle. I knew they were there; however, once I reached the aisle, it was completely vacant. Given I am still a somewhat logical person, even after working here for so long, I thought it was completely plausible they had just gotten a book and walked over to the lounge area. Upon reaching said lounge area, Emmett was nowhere to be seen. Now, I was absolutely perplexed. Kerfuffled even. Where in the hell could this person or thing or whatever they are go in such a short amount of time? I even double checked the section Emmett had gone into. Not a single thing was out of place, except for one book. Now I knew for absolute certain that Emmett was still around, but I had spent way too much time away from my desk. If I wanted to start keeping my pens, I absolutely had to keep an eye on them at all times. Pens aren’t that cheap you know, especially when you had to buy a new pack seemingly every week. As far as tonight goes, there hasn’t been too many things out of the ordinary. I have done my opening rounds, unlocked the doors, checked, and even double checked that our resident creepy *thing* was present for the night. Y’know I’ve started to just accept its presence here. Like... it doesn’t even do much aside from just sit there and stare into my soul and eat my thoughts and memories. It doesn’t even look like a person most times. I am genuinely starting to believe that it just doesn’t even exist and it's just a bunch of shadows. That is actually the perfect name for whatever the fuck I am currently staring at, Shadow. Edit: Okay, so a night that I thought would be boring turned out to be not so boring. I just had an incident in one of the sections of the library. Normally I deal with situations in the same vein as this...but this turned out to be a lot different than normal. I was sitting at my desk, drawing as usual. I wanted to be in a happy and peaceful mindset, so naturally, I was drawing a butterfly. As I was adding details to one of its wings, an absolute monstrosity of a scream came from the book section. Now, I’m no stranger to screams; especially when the library is in question. But this chilled me to the bone. It was as if the scream itself penetrated my ears and carved away at my mind. Kind of like when a cat yowls, I guess? I genuinely don’t know how to put it. I stood in the main aisle, waiting for it to happen again. That way I would know where exactly it came from and I could deal with it accordingly. After a few more moments, I heard it again. It came from the paranormal section. Now me being the only person in the library, meant I had to deal with anything and everything that came through that door...or from inside the library itself. The paranormal section was about six aisles down from the main entrance. I carefully inched my way down the main aisle. After a short while, I ended up right next to the aisle with the screaming. Hell, even the ghosts and demons that decorated the shelving unit looked terrified. I stared at one of the demons very closely. The engraving slowly moved one of its ghastly arms to point to the entrance of the section. Now you know some fucked up shit is going on when the decor is in distress. Right as I began to peak my head around the corner, I heard the scream again; however, this time it was from deeper within the library. And this time it wasn’t stopping. It started as a faint and dull cry which started to grow into a painful and jarring scream as if it were coming straight for me. With a quiet, “Oh shit” and a new wet and warm stream flowing freely down my leg; I dove into the section just as a glowing orb shot past me. This was a completely new thing. Wormholes? I can deal with those. Teleporting entities that love romance books? I got that covered. Randomly disappearing writing utensils? All good. But screaming ghost orbs? Hell no. The wails of the orb became quieter, and then grew increasingly louder once more. As this was happening, I tried scrambling to my feet so I could run to the other end of the aisle; but once as I managed to get into my sprinters position, I ended up slamming head first into something. Into someone.