a person standing in the middle of a library

In a quiet town, an old library stood at the end of a forgotten street, its windows dark and cracked. It was said to be haunted, a place where time stood still. Curious, a group of friends decided to explore it one evening.As they entered, the air grew cold. Dust motes danced in the faint light, and the smell of mildew hung heavily. They wandered through the aisles, whispering stories of ghosts that were rumored to roam the stacks.In the back, they discovered a door marked “Staff Only.” Pushing it open, they found a narrow staircase leading down to a dim basement. The walls were lined with books, but these volumes were different--bound in tattered leather, the titles were worn away.Intrigued, one friend pulled a book from the shelf. The moment he opened it, a chilling wind swept through the room, extinguishing their flashlights. Shadows flickered, and a low whisper echoed around them, unintelligible yet filled with despair.Panic set in as they struggled to find the way back. One by one, they began to disappea