Ghost: Books of the Dead - Fantasy Best Seller and Supernatural Teen Book: (Ghost, Occult, Supernatural, Occult and Supernatural) by John Stone Page A

pictures lined up neatly of several faces: some known, others unknown to her. Some were grainy and hard for her to see. She didn’t pay any attention to those, but when her eyes fell on a particular batch of students, Emily was sure that she had seen someone’s face before.
    She got up and walked up to the wall, and then strained her eyes to confirm what she believed she saw. Standing among a group of young men and women, in the last row in the furthest corner there was a lanky man with round-rimmed glasses. He had side swept hair and a faint smile plastered on his face. Emily was sure she had seen that smile before, a smile like that belonged to only one person. It was quite familiar because the man on the portrait was Mr. Gallagher in his early twenties. The batch was mentioned and identified on the bottom left corner of the picture. The picture had already turned a faint shade of yellow, reminiscent of the age it was taken.
    Emily was both amazed and surprised that Mr. Gallagher was one of the students in the university. It was indeed strange that he never talked about it or ever mentioned it before. There was no reason for him to hide the fact. Mr. Gallagher was known to share his stories, his experiences and other aspects of his life with students. Yet the thought occurred to Emily that although there were numerous things he did mention, Mr. Gallagher never bothered to mention where he graduated.
    “He was a student of this institution!” Emily exclaimed.
    She stood there examining the picture to see if there was anyone else she could recognize. There were several faces she thought she knew, but could not place them.
    Who were they and why did their faces remind me of people I’ve met before? “This cannot be,” she said aloud. Just then, Mrs. Skinner came back just in time to break-up Emily’s thoughts.
    “What can I do for you?” Mrs. Skinner said a bit harshly.
    “Hello, Mrs. Skinner,” Emily said shyly. “It’d be better if we speak in private.”
    Mrs. Skinner seemed to be in foul mood. Emily contemplated if it was the right time to indulge her in the conversation. Mrs. Skinner didn’t look up from her desk and ignored Emily’s presence in the room. The young girl waited a couple of minutes, but then finally asked something which she didn’t intend to.
    “Mrs. Skinner, do you know about any rumors that surround the fourth floor library?”
    Mrs. Skinner was taken aback by the question and clearly looked offended. “Is this question relevant and what makes you think I’m supposed to answer that to you?” she asked.
    Emily knew she had to make up something very quickly or else she wouldn’t be able to get an answer from her at all. Emily needed to think up something quickly. Then, a brilliant idea came to mind that would ease her purpose and make her efforts justifiable.
    “I am writing a story,” she said.
    “A story,” Mrs. Skinner questioned, looking unconvinced. “And what purpose does the fourth floor library rumor serve to your story?” she added.
    “It’s a ghost story,” Emily said in a heartbeat, and then went on to ask, “So there are rumors and they are true?” Emily felt more confident now. She was sure this rouse would work.
    “You’re asking me questions like I’m one of the criminals. You know, there is a better way of asking these questions.”
    Emily could see that Mrs. Skinner was displeased by her interference at such a busy point in her day. Maybe this was not the right time to ask her the question, she thought, but what Mrs. Skinner said next changed her opinion.
    “Well, I am only telling you this because you want to write a story, and as a writer myself, I know one needs inspiration and interesting tales to flare up the imagination. I always encourage my students to take up creative tasks. So what I am about to tell you is a rumor, but others claim it is true. They say that there is a ghost and it can be seen in the fourth floor library of the Fletcher