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Suddenly, the library basement lights went out.

Frozen in blackness, Grace called out, “Hello, I’m down here.”

A muffled shuffling sent terror pulsing through her veins. She slid along the cabinets, the handles jabbing her side. A rhythmic creaking filled her ears, the sound made louder in the blackness.

“I know you’re down here,” someone whispered.

Tiny pinpricks of fear blanketed Grace’s scalp. She moved closer to the desk, realizing whoever it was had intentionally turned off the lights. Was coming for her.

Her hand found her tote bag on the desk. She reached inside for her phone. She swallowed hard. Remain calm. You’ve been in far scarier situations. Her usual response to those who warned her that her investigation was going to get her into trouble didn’t seem to be doing her much good at this exact moment.

A groan of something heavy being moved cut through the blackness. Grace scrambled under the desk with her phone. A violent whoosh of air sent her hair flying away from her face, and a loud crash exploded in her ears...