The Whispering Part 1
written by Ginny Granger
3,000 murders in the past three years. The favorite school librarian dead. New librarians come for a month and go forever. The new librarian has convinced the mayor that it is just a bad disease and not to act. Now it is up to two orphans, Chase and Lily to save the day and try and defeat Mrs.Tart the school librarian.
Last Updated
05/31/21
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Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chase woke up in a cloud of dust. He had no idea how long he had been unconscious, but knew that it was longer than a day. Coughing, he looked around. He half expected to see another of those beady, pink cats. Finally coming to the conclusion that it was gone, he stood up and started to walk down the street.
He passed the post office, passed the school, passed the fish market, and finally reached the library. It looked closed, but there was no closed sign on the door. He reached up and felt the doorknob.
Ever since the well known Mrs. Bailey died, the doorknob had been freezing cold, and the new librarian, Mrs. Tart, was very serious and a bit scary. Every time Chase visited the library when he needed help thinking, Mrs. Tart would be staring at him from every corner, at least that is what it felt like to Chase.
He creaked the rickety door open and stepped inside. A blast of cold hit him. He stood shivering for a moment and then went deeper into the library. To his delight, Mrs. Tart was over in the other corner, muttering something under her breath. Chase headed directly to the mystery section. It might help him to discover what the attacks were all about.
On his way over, he had to pass some pictures. One was of a girl on a bench, with a doll sitting next to her, another of a rickety fence and a shadow looming behind it. When Chase got to the third picture however, he stopped. It was a picture of the same cat that had stalked him in the alleyway, it's green eyes gleaming even underneath the paint.
Chase’s eyes roved under the picture to the label underneath. It read;
Yortsed, Tnuah, Live
REPSIHW
Chase was quite confused. All of a sudden, he felt a bony hand on his neck. “Well, you seem to take a liking to looking at kitties, is that right?” It was Mrs. Tart.
He passed the post office, passed the school, passed the fish market, and finally reached the library. It looked closed, but there was no closed sign on the door. He reached up and felt the doorknob.
Ever since the well known Mrs. Bailey died, the doorknob had been freezing cold, and the new librarian, Mrs. Tart, was very serious and a bit scary. Every time Chase visited the library when he needed help thinking, Mrs. Tart would be staring at him from every corner, at least that is what it felt like to Chase.
He creaked the rickety door open and stepped inside. A blast of cold hit him. He stood shivering for a moment and then went deeper into the library. To his delight, Mrs. Tart was over in the other corner, muttering something under her breath. Chase headed directly to the mystery section. It might help him to discover what the attacks were all about.
On his way over, he had to pass some pictures. One was of a girl on a bench, with a doll sitting next to her, another of a rickety fence and a shadow looming behind it. When Chase got to the third picture however, he stopped. It was a picture of the same cat that had stalked him in the alleyway, it's green eyes gleaming even underneath the paint.
Chase’s eyes roved under the picture to the label underneath. It read;
Yortsed, Tnuah, Live
REPSIHW
Chase was quite confused. All of a sudden, he felt a bony hand on his neck. “Well, you seem to take a liking to looking at kitties, is that right?” It was Mrs. Tart.
