No one was around as we slipped out the back door. I motioned Thomas and Great Grandmother to go hide in his car. I’d walked over to the library from my apartment. I locked the door and headed towards the…

“A hundred years,” she said, ignoring Thomas’ question. “they are all dead.” “Who are all dead?” Thomas asked. “Janet Louise Anthony,” I said. The woman looked at me. “Yes?” She said. “Your husband John died in the 1930s,” I said.…

The library was quiet. I know what you’re thinking, libraries usually are quiet, but this was nearly midnight and I wasn’t supposed to be there. The bang I heard sounded very loud even though it probably wasn’t as loud as…