The Library

Amy looked up at the high ceilings of the public library. Skylights illuminated the vast, airy space. Towering bookshelves cast shadows across the green carpet. People sat at polished wooden desks, carefully leafing through heavy tomes. Solemn librarians trotted between the shelves, glaring daggers at anyone who looked like they might be thinking about making noise.

She looked down at herself. She was wearing fairly normal clothes today. Skinny jeans, tightly belted to make them hard to pull down. A green T-shirt. Black bra and panties, though nobody knew what colour they were but her. Even her hair was tied back into a ponytail. She was ready for action. Not that it would help if the ghost decided that now was the moment to strike.

She felt a tingling at the back of her neck, as if something was spying on her. Her nerves were on edge. She hadn't been pranked for a couple of days now. But she knew the ghost hadn't gone away. It was waiting. Watching. Biding its time. Sooner or later, it would strike.

Amy repressed a little shudder at the thought. She was a bossy woman. She liked being in charge of situations, being the one to make decisions about how things were going to go. She didn't like being ****. Fragile. Exposed. It sent a shiver down her spine. She hated not being in control.

First, research. Then, ****. Now, where did they keep the books on ghosts?