There’s an eerie feeling about the place, as if something unnameable might be lurking around every corner, just waiting to pounce on the unwary, and yet the whole place seems deserted, as silent as a tomb.
Okay, so it’s a library, and libraries are meant to be quiet, but there’s quiet and then there’s… nothing.
There’s not a soul about; the whole planet should be teeming with people, everyone loves a good book and there’s no greater collection of them in the universe, yet there are no footsteps and not a page rustles.
Where is everyone? Something’s seriously wrong here.