« This is strange… said Cassie comparing the cards. The writing is sometimes really old, as it was noted with a quill. And the date is not readable. »
Cassie examined the annoying stack of books. I hesitated for a second before sharing with her what I had just discovered, it was blood curdling.
« Neither of the dates is visible, I said slowly. But on this one the next loan is distinct. This book has been borrowed for the time after in 1987. 1965 for this one. »
I had goose bumps, I didn’t dare to touch the other books anymore. Then I heard Cassie whispering :
« 1946… »
We shared a frightened gaze.
Everywhere the same name. « Hannah Reeves » and a date mistakenly erased by some water, decades ago.