Rubbing to edges and corners bumped. Spine and covers creased.
A harsh noise inside the darkened hall made Jupiter tun. He could see nothing.
Something laughed. A greenish light flickered in the library, and suddenly Jupiter found himself starring down through the doorway and into the hideous mirror. He saw grey, matted hair, a face whiter than death, and wide, green, glittering, mockig eyes. Jupiter froze with horror - IT WAS THE GHOST!