36. Favor For A Friend

“Okay, so, I’m going to take a wild guess that you want something from me?”

The ghost girl swooped through me, momentarily dazing my body with an unpleasant, cold, and stuffy feeling. I shot her a glare. “I don’t like it when you do that.”

She shrugged. “It’s nice for me. The living feels homey and warm.”

I ignored that statement, noticing that half the library was staring. I turned my face away so they couldn’t see me when I murmured, “What do you want from me?”

“A favor.” She clasped her hands against her lap, swaying sideways, smiling sweetly. “A teeny, tiny favor.”

“And what does this favor entail?” I dropped the cloth I used to try and salvage the mess, accepting defeat. There was no way I would be able to rescue the damaged books. My first salary was down the drain. I sighed.

“I need you to keep a door open for me tonight.”

I blinked. “You can just go through it?”

“It’s not for me. It’s for a friend. A living friend.”

I crossed my arms, suspicion rising inside me. “If it’s a li