Haunted

With the money her parents left, she purchased an antique domicile, rumored to be haunted, and converted the adjoining two-story barn into a bookshop, filling it over the years with the necessities of her trade, both old and new. True to the house's reputation, at night the tomes whispered to each other, occasionally sharing ideas in lackadaisical tones that could be mistaken for scuttling mice or dry leaves disturbed by the wind. More often their conversations led to debates so fevered in pitch that by the early hours before dawn their whispers rose to shrieks of angry derision. Such is the passion of ideas permanently inked. Exhausted, she took to roaming the shelves before bedtime, checking the stacks to be sure that all were snuggly tucked in for the night, mouths shut.