That night, after turning off the lights and lying on bed, she suddenly felt a chill in the air. The windows were tightly closed, but it felt like someone had opened a door to let the cold in. She pulled her blanket up to her chin and closed her eyes. Then she heard a faint whisper in her quiet room.

“Where is my book?”

Mona’s eyes shot open, and her heart started pounding. She looked around but saw no one. She smiled nervously. “I think I’ve been reading too much,” she thought.

But when she closed her eyes again, the whisper came back, louder this time. “Where is my book?” The voice sounded sad and lost.

Mona sat up and looked around the room. Then, she saw it.

A faint, glowing figure was floating near her bed. It was a girl about her age, with long black hair and a gentle smile. She was wearing an old-fashioned dress, like something from a long time ago.

Mona trembled and whispered, “Who… who are you?”

The ghostly girl looked at her sadly. “My name is Riya,” she said in a soft voice. “I’ve been searching for my book for so long.”

“Your book?” Mona asked, glancing at the blue book she had borrowed from the library. “This… is your book?”

Riya nodded slowly. “I used to read it every night, but I never got to finish it. I can’t rest until I find it and read it one last time.”

Mona’s fear faded a little as she saw how sad Riya looked. “I… I didn’t know,” she stammered. “I thought it was just a regular book.”

Riya floated closer, her ghostly form shimmering. “Will you help me?” she asked softly.

Mona thought for a moment. “Okay, I’ll help you,” she said, picking up the book. “You can read it tonight, and maybe you’ll finally find peace.”

Riya’s face lit up with gratitude. “Thank you, Mona.”

Mona handed her the book, and Riya sat beside her, even though her body didn’t touch the bed. She opened the book and started reading, while Mona lay down and watched her.

Mona didn’t even realize when she fell asleep.

The next morning, when Mona woke up, Riya was gone. The book was lying open on the table beside her bed, just as it had been left.

Later, at school, Mona couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching her. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught glimpses of Riya floating behind her.

During lunch, Mona whispered to herself, “Riya, are you here?”

“I’m here, Mona. Thank you for letting me read the book last night. But I need to read more of it.”

Mona almost dropped her sandwich. “Riya! Are you following me?”

“I… I need to finish the book, Mona. I can’t rest until I do.”

Mona sighed, realizing that the ghost wouldn’t leave her alone. “Alright, alright. You can keep reading it tonight,” she said.

Every night, the same thing happened. Riya would appear, read the book, and disappear before morning. Mona got used to having a ghostly roommate, though it was a little strange.

One evening, Mona gathered the courage to ask a question. “Riya, why didn’t you finish the book before?”

“I spent so much time reading it in the library,” Riya said. “It was my favorite book. But… I got sick and died before I could finish it. Now, I can’t move on until I know how it ends.”

Mona felt a deep sadness for Riya. She couldn’t imagine being stuck as a ghost, unable to find peace.

As the days went by, Mona started noticing something strange about the book. Every time Riya read a few pages, the words on the pages would change. The story never seemed to end, no matter how much they read. Mona began to suspect that the book was somehow tied to Riya’s spirit, keeping her connected to the living world.

One night, Riya looked at Mona with worried eyes. “Mona, I think the book doesn’t want me to finish it. It wants me to stay here… forever.”

Mona felt sorry for her. The book didn’t want to let Riya go. But Mona was determined to help her new friend to find peace. “There has to be a way to break this spell,” she said.

“I don’t know,” Riya said. “At this rate, the story will never end, and neither will I.”

They decided to return to the library the next day.

When they arrived, Mona went straight to Mrs. Parker. “Mrs. Parker, do you know anything about this book?” she asked.

Mrs. Parker’s eyes widened when she saw Riya standing beside Mona. “Oh… so it’s true,” she whispered. “Riya, you never left the library.”

Mona looked at Mrs. Parker in surprise. “You know Riya?”

Mrs. Parker nodded. “Many years ago, Riya was a regular visitor here. After her death, strange things started happening in the library—books moving on their own, whispers in the air. I always wondered if she was still here, searching for something.”

Mona held up the blue book. “We need to help her finish this book, Mrs. Parker. But it seems like it never ends.”

Mrs. Parker examined the book. “This is a magical book. It’s a book of memories—whoever reads it finds their own story inside. Riya’s story is in this book now. As long as she reads it, the story will continue,everyday a new chapter is written, just like her life has a new day. She can’t finish it herself.”

“So how can we help her?” Mona asked.

“The only way to free her is for someone else to finish it for her.”

Mona realized what she had to do. “I’ll finish the story for you, Riya.”

Riya’s eyes filled with gratitude. “Thank you, Mona.”

For the next few nights, Mona stayed up late reading the book. It was about Riya’s life—her love for books, her visits to the library, her dreams, and her fears. Mona felt like she was living Riya’s life, feeling her emotions, and seeing the world through her eyes.Riya listens to her every night.

Finally, one night, Mona reached the end of the story. As she read the last words, she looked up, Riya was watching her with a peaceful smile.

“Thank you, Mona,” Riya whispered. “I can finally move on now. If you ever need me, just remember me.”

Mona cried as Riya’s glowing form slowly faded away. She knew Riya had found peace, but she still felt sad to see her go.

The room felt warm again, and the strange chill that had filled her house was gone. Mona held the book close to her chest, feeling both happy and sad.