AT THE LIBRARY

The library of Rutherford University was dimly lit, almost pitch-black. Anyone who would stay up late in the library could be considered crazy. 

It was spooky and eerie inside the library by day and more so by night.

There were urban legends popular among the university students that the school library that had been standing strong for four hundred years had been the home of ghosts and evil spirits which were set free by a spell and fumed out of the pages of the yellow, acid-infested, old hard-bound books from the reference section.

Thus, no one dared to stay behind, even during examination week.

However, one particular lanky, aloof, young boy, aged eighteen was left alone particularly at a side table in the same spooky, old, majestic building that was called the university library.