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The sound of a hand hitting the wood of a casket echoed through the library, causing a shiver to run down my spine. It was a sharp, hollow thud that seemed to reverberate off the walls, making the room feel claustrophobic and eerie. As I stood frozen in place, I couldn't help but wonder what could have caused such a disturbing noise in this quiet, dimly lit space. The sound seemed to linger in the air, adding an unsettling ambiance to the otherwise peaceful atmosphere of the library.

Another hand hitting the wood of a casket followed closely behind the first, sending a jolt of fear through me. This time, the sound seemed heavier, as if the hand that had made contact with the casket was filled with a sense of urgency or desperation. The wooden surface groaned under the force of the impact, creating a chilling effect that made my heart race. I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something sinister lurking in the shadows of the library, waiting to reveal itself.

I took a cautious step forward, trying to pinpoint the source of the unsettling sounds that seemed to be coming from all directions. The eerie echoes of hands hitting the wood of a casket continued to fill the room, growing louder and more persistent with each passing moment. The air felt heavy with the weight of the unknown, as if something was lurking just out of sight, ready to pounce at any moment. I was filled with a sense of dread, unsure of what I would find if I dared to uncover the truth behind these haunting noises.

The cacophony of hand hitting the wood of a casket continued to assault my senses, creating a disorienting symphony of terror. The sound seemed to be growing closer, drawing me further into the depths of the library where shadows danced menacingly on the walls. I could hear the faint rustling of pages and the creaking of old wood, adding to the sense of foreboding that hung in the air like a thick fog. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, signaling that danger was near.

As I ventured deeper into the labyrinthine corridors of the library, the sounds of hands hitting the wood of a casket became louder, more urgent, as if urging me to uncover the secrets hidden within. The air was thick with the scent of musty books and decay, adding to the oppressive atmosphere that seemed to press down on me from all sides. I felt as if I was being drawn inexorably towards a truth that I was not ready to face, a darkness that threatened to consume me whole.

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