Blind Shimmer

You ever get that feeling, like someone just walked past you in the hallway and you know nobody's there? It happens a lot in places like these. Old buildings, creaky floors. You learn to ignore it. Or maybe you just get used to it.

So, there I was, sitting in the corner of the library, sipping on some ridiculously overpriced coffee, when I started hearing these faint whispers. Nothing clear, just... like a breeze brushing against your ear. Could've been the wind, could've been something else. Hard to tell sometimes.

I've heard stories about this place. About how shadows play tricks and how sometimes, if you stand really still, you can see a shimmer in the air. Not a light, not a glare, just... a shimmer. Like the edges of a dream that won't quite fade.

You want to see it? Try the basement. Or maybe take a walk outside. Who knows?