The Rules to a Haunted Library
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Last published Tue, Aug 26, 2025
When Oliver Henry Williams (Olive for short) gets a job as a library, he doesn't think much of it, I mean, he needs the money, and he kinda likes books, so why not? Am I right people... I should stop breaking the fourth wall... Anyways, have fun reading
This is a semi-horror story based on Night at the Museum, and one of those fake ai reddit storys on youtube, yeah, you know the type, like the "reddit reads" or "requested reads" so yeah, anyways, have fun! :)
(warning: this story does have some minor descriptions of horror, gore, blood, and violence, be safe people)
Also, I will draw a cover soon, the current cover is just there as a placeholder of sorts.
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