Well, not this ghost and not this library.
I'm talking about the library in my home.
Here's the story . . .
Several years ago, I got up like any other day and was in the kitchen fixing breakfast. I was the only one home, when all at once there was a loud boom in the library. I went in to find books all over the floor. Silly me, I thought the book shelf was just too full and that the books fell. So, when Hubby got home he fixed the book shelf, and in fact, added two more, which I filled almost immediately.
Time went by with no other incidents until . . .
Last Thursday I was working away in my office (which is right next to the library) and Lizzi-bear (my Yorkie) and I were the only ones home, when all at once there was a loud boom. Lizzi looked at me, I looked at her, and together we very slowly and very carefully went into the library. I found my lava lamp (yes, I have a lava lamp in my library, don't you?) on the floor along with about ten other books. I know the shelves are not overloaded. So, what's the deal with that? And, why knock my lamp on the floor? That's just mean.
I cleaned up the clutter, but I started thinking, this is happening way to often. Thus, I have come to the conclusion that I have a ghost in my library. I'm not sure if the ghost is male or female.
I'd like to think my ghost is . . .
Jane Austen. I have so many questions for her, like who was her Mr. Darcy? Why did she never marry? How did she want her life story to end? I'm mean, she died so young.
Or the ghost could be . . .
Mark Twain. Oh yeah, I'd love to get advice from him on how to add more humor to my stories.
The ghost might be . . .
Mary Shelley. I want to know who was her inspiration for Frankenstein. And, I'd love to hear what happened at the party with Lord Byron, wouldn't you?
But, I really wonder if my ghost is . . .
Edgar Allan Poe. I'm been working on a new romantic suspense. The working title is Raven Spirit. Some scenes have been very intense. I guess anything is possible.
Tell me, who would you want to haunt your library?