In the quaint town of Meadowgrove, the sun began to set. The clock tower chimed eight. The town's librarian, Mr. Thompson, was known for his peculiarities. He was often found standing outside his home, gazing at the moon. Tonight, he was not in his usual spot. His home, a small cottage, stood empty. The front door hung ajar. A cold breeze swept through, carrying the scent of rain. The town's children, now grown, whispered amongst themselves. They had heard the rumors. Mr. Thompson was gone.