the ghost in library Chapter 2: Inside The LOCK

Jennifer’s fingers trembled as she touched the blood-red cover. The word "LOCK" seemed to pulse under her hand, like a heartbeat.

“Jennifer, don’t,” Maya whispered behind her. Her voice was shaking.

But it was too late.

Jennifer opened the book.

A blinding white light exploded from the pages. It was not light. It was wind. It was screaming.

The floor disappeared. The shelves disappeared. Her three friends grabbed her hands, but their fingers slipped.

“Jennifer!” Ethan shouted.

Then everything went dark.

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When Jennifer opened her eyes, she was not in the library anymore.

The ground beneath her was made of black stone. The sky was purple. No sun. No moon. Just two glowing rings hanging in the air like broken crowns.

The air smelled like old paper and smoke.

“Where... where are we?” Sophia’s voice was barely a whisper.

They were standing in the middle of a street. But it was not a normal street. The buildings were tall, but crooked. Windows had no glass. Doors had no handles. And people...

The people were not normal either.

Some had no faces. Some had too many eyes. Some walked backward. No one spoke. Everyone just stared at the four of them.

Jennifer pulled her friends closer. Her heart was pounding so hard she thought it would break her ribs.

“What is this place?” Lucas asked. His face was pale. “This isn’t England.”

“It’s inside the book,” Jennifer said quietly. “We’re inside the LOCK.”

As if her words woke something, a bell rang. One time. Two times. Seven times.

And then the crowd split.

A boy stepped forward from the shadows.

He was tall. Handsome. But in a dangerous way. Black hair, sharp jawline, and eyes... his eyes were gray. Not normal gray. Like storm clouds right before lightning.

He wore a long black coat, even though the air was hot. On his chest, a small silver lock hung on a chain.

He stopped right in front of Jennifer.

For 5 seconds, no one breathed.

Then he smiled. Just a little.

“You opened it,” he said. His voice was low, calm. But it made Jennifer’s skin crawl. “Welcome to Nocturne City, Jennifer Hartley.”

Jennifer took a step back. “How do you know my name?”

The boy tilted his head. “Everyone knows your name here. You broke Rule Number 1. Now you owe us 7 secrets.”

Maya grabbed Jennifer’s arm. “Who are you?”

The boy looked at her, then back at Jennifer. “A prisoner. Same as you.”

He turned and started walking down the strange street.

“Follow me,” he said without looking back. “Unless you want the Faceless to find you first.”

Jennifer looked at her friends. All three were terrified. But staying here was not an option.