DOVE's POV
"Little girls shouldn't be in basements all alone."
I jump and drop the papers in my hand. They fall all over the floor and I stand there for a moment looking at the unknown man. He shouldn't be down here. It's after hours and the library is closed. I know because I locked the doors myself.
He looks to be in his early forties with gray hair at his temples. He's in a suit and I wonder if he's a professor here at the college, but the more I look at his clothes I realize they're too nice and most professors couldn't afford them.
"I work here," I finally say, pushing my glasses up my nose. He tilts his head and studies me for a moment. "Is there something I can help you with? The library is closed."
He takes another step into the room. He's quite handsome, and the closer he gets the more his blue eyes sparkle. But there's a nagging feeling of fear pushing down on me, and I don't scare easily. When you grow up in a funeral home, spooky is normal.
