I flipped through the book and settled on page 177. Creepy stuff there! I step past the carved wooden doors into the public library after school, feeling its eyes following me in. Eyes everywhere. For a moment, I experience a surge of panic, remembering how it seemed as though Uncle Ty’s and the cop’s eyes were missing when they came to question me yesterday. I take in a deep breath, let it out slowly. Try to think about kittens.