In the quaint town of Eldridge Hollow, where every cobblestone street seemed to hum with stories of yesteryears, Alice Sinclair stood at the threshold of a life she never imagined she’d inherit. The old library loomed before her, a majestic structure draped in shadows, its ornate façade crumbling beneath layers of ivy and neglect. It was a relic of another time, a testament to the stories it had sheltered within its walls. Yet, there was a chill in the air, one that clung to her skin like an unwanted whisper.

Alice had always loved books, escaping into their pages when life became too overwhelming. Now, at twenty, she found herself the sole heir to her late aunt’s estate—a distant relative she had only met once as a child. The inheritance had arrived like a forgotten letter slipped under the door of her mundane apartment, complete with keys, a dusty old deed, and a curious. stipulation: Alice must live in the library for 3 month to claim ownership.

As she stepped inside, the scent of aging paper and polished wood enveloped her, igniting her curiosity. The library, she learned, had once been the heart of Eldridge Hollow—a gathering place for scholars and dreamers alike. However, the townsfolk had whispered of a darkness that surrounded the library’s history.