haunted

I inhale, but all I can smell is the vanilla sweetness of old books

I discover The Haunted Bookshop down an alleyway so tiny that its entrance is almost imperceptible. Growing up in a nearby town, I passed by many times but never stopped to look, let alone venture into the alley’s gloomy depths. The bookshop is haunted (the bookseller tells me when I ask) both by a young, fair-haired woman in a long white gown, and occa…