you're studying in a haunted library with ghosts ( a playlist )

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[hexen]

Are you looking for these for creative work or study? :

[leshurlementsdelacave]

POV: you're the ghost but failed to frighten the students because they're already worried about not turning in their homework on time.

[RoyalGuzheng]

Music is the language everyone speaks. If you read this, we wish you success, happiness and safety!

[hiyawadhwa]

haunted doesnt necessarily mean horror it simply means ''being frequently visited by'' it could be by a nice entity as well and not always an evil one :)

[Diana.miron.]

A Matter of Trust Gavin Luke,
3:50 Deseo Nocturno Ralajacion
4:37 Aroma Megan Wofford
7:00 Book of Maps Franz Gordon
10:00 Empathy Gavin Luke
24:30 Meadows in Smaland Franz Gordon

[SacredLuzt]

On a cold rainy night,
My soul rests in harmony
Forbidden to awake until it senses
The ecstasy of the delightful music...

Forever i hear the piano's spirit
Caressing my ears with serenity
Sleep precious child of the shadows
And dream of wonders beyond this night....

[elinathania]

have no idea haunted library's vibe could be so relaxing like this

[Jasmine-ovnq]

This is the best dark academia I've heard so far; it takes me to the world where there are less people and it is just me sitting alone in a house, in a room...

[Irene-eqpx]

I'M NOT EVEN KIDDING THE SECOND I PLAYED THIS PLAYLIST ALL THE LIGHTS IN MY APARTMENT WENT OFF AND THEN ON AGAIN WTF MY HEART LITERALLY STOPPED

The music is so calm tho:')

(I know it was a coincidence but it was so crazy fr. In case it was not, those ghosts better help me pass my exams after the heart attack I almost had)

[Shaunnna]

Listening to this while reading Dracula as it rains outside and candles are flickering 💞

[thewaywardpoet]

Francesco Petrarca (better known in English as Petrarch) was a Medieval Italian poet and historian. One of his masterpieces is a letter to posterity, meditating upon the age in which he was living (the 14th Century) and expressing the hope that future generations would live in a better world. For some reason, this playlist allows me to get into his head, to feel what he did in that moment and form a direct connection with him, despite the gap of seven centuries that separates us. Thank you so much for allowing me to do that. :)

[kixque]

I flipped the page when a splatter of water drops hit the paper, making me look up.

The boy who stood over me was lanky, dressed in the academy uniform. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows so you could see his pale skin and long fingers that traced over a couple of words on my book pages.

His face was always obscured by a pail on his head. That pail was what caused water to drip on my book. Water always dripped from it, show casing the boy's death.

The other kids at the school called him 'Pail head' it was his ghostly title, since he haunted the abandoned halls near the older part of the school. But I knew him by his actual name.

"I'm reading about a princess who runs away to serve a dragon." I told him as he set a translucent hand over the pages, gently. Then he tapped lightly at his wrist, and I looked at the clock.

"I've been reading for perhaps an hour." I answered.

Then he closed my book, pushing it off my lap.

"Hey." I giggled as he then held out a hand for mine. Shaking my head with a little smile, I took his hand.

He was nothing but air really, but I could feel pressure around my hand, like a strong breeze squeezing my palm as he pulled me to my feet.

He didn't mind me reading, but he never let me read for too long. It wasn't what he enjoyed doing with me around.

I stumbled a bit as he pulled me towards him and he raised my hand, twirling me about.

I laughed as he whirled me around, prancing about the room with a livelier dance than what I was used to.

Memories flooded my mind of happier times he had as a child. That was good, I was glad to see he had experienced some happiness in his life.

I didn't mind dancing with him. Even though I wasn't good at it, somehow he made up for that.

He made it fun.

The only downside was when it ended.

The bell rang after a while, and we had to stop. I gripped his hand tighter now, even as he slipped it from me. His memories fading along with any warmth that had been in my body.

I was always left so cold inside afterwards. After spending so much time with him, I'd gotten used to it. But...I still didn't like it.

[tapiocapearl]

I dont know how to describe it, I know its a playlist for studying and it should be giving a spooky vibe, but it feels like a warm hug. Damn I needed this, thank you so much this playlist is wonderful

[tyoso]

Perfect. I don't understand how you have so few subscribers. I want a lot of people to see this, because it's wonderful. I apologize if there are grammatical errors here, I'm bad at English

[ridaonthego]

I am literally studying history listening to this and it gives awesome vibes

[theodoremiller]

I've listened to a LOT of ambient playlists over the years (4th year undergrad, hello) and this is genuinely one of my favorites!!

[Hazard_sign]

I've always loved studying in the library. About 5 years ago there was a fire that destroyed it, but luckily they found no one inside, or worse. After a year the library was up again, but the cause of the fire was not yet understood. It is not even possible to formulate plausible hypotheses, since both librarians were there that day. It wasn't a big library, so it's understandable that it caught fire quickly.
Anyway, one day I decided to go back to studying in the library. It had been a long time since I went back and a lot of changes had been made.
The environment seemed much colder and darker. I went upstairs and looked for the usual table where I used to study. In its place was a glass case containing an old leather-bound book with strange symbols on the cover. A little further on I found a table and started studying.
Hours passed, and without realizing it was midnight. That was weird, the last time I came, the time was scheduled to close at eight pm.
I got up and went downstairs to check if Kate, the librarian, was still there. On her desk was her purse, her keys, her phone and a strange stick with the same symbols I had seen on the cover of the book. They will be symbols of the library, I thought, and Kate will be arranging some books. After all, during the reconstruction they had enlarged the building and I still had to explore it all. There were a few lanterns, quite distant from each other, to illuminate the environment with a faint light. I loved the atmosphere. I decided to stay until closing, even if I didn't know the time. Kate, before closing, would check if anyone was inside, right? I went back upstairs to study, but as soon as I got to the top of the stairs I got a severe headache. I decided to rest for a moment. I sat down, resting my head on the table, and closed my eyes. A gust of cold air took me full and I stood up, confused. I saw no windows or doors, no possible source of that current of air. I was starting to want to leave that place, after all it was very late. But as I approached the stairs a white shadow appeared in front of me. I held back a muffled cry and fell to the ground. Like a fool, I curled up, hoping it was just a hallucination from exhaustion. When I tried to get up, hoping to be able to run away, I saw that figure again. Looking at her better she had a human form, her face had feminine features, but from the waist down it dissolved, in ... smoke? Dust? Light? I didn't understand.
The ghost girl pointed to the chair where I was sitting just before her and made a book appear out of nowhere, made of the same material she was made of, identical to my history book. Did you want to study with me? Did you want me to read you a paragraph of what I was studying?
Unsure, I sat down, and she came close to me, floating. She pointed to paragraph 3 and I started reading it.
Dozens of other ghosts appeared from the shelves, and they all began to listen. I was very nervous, but I read the paragraph to the end.
They seemed interested in the image of the city on fire ... flames ... ghosts ... I'm studying in the bookstore.
I turned to them and called Kate. The ghost girl I had first seen approached me again. I recognized her.
But who were all the other ghosts ... none had died in the fire, apart from Kate evidently. And if she was dead, who was the girl I had seen at the entrance that afternoon, when I arrived at the library ...?

I will continue the story when I have time, now I have to go to study history.

And remember... I'm still alive...

[marych]

TIMESTAMPS

0:00 | Gavin Luke. A Matter of the Trust | 25:36

2:41 | Peter Sandberg. A Quiet Place | 28:19

4:27 | Megan Wofford. Aroma | 30:04

6:51 | Franz Gordon. Book of Maps | 32:28

9:39 | Gavin Luke. Empathy | 35:17

12:03 | Gavin Luke. In This Moment | 37:41

14:51 | Trevor Kowalski. And We Walk After | 40:28

17:40 | Lama House. A Silent Spark | 43:18

20:17 | Gavin Luke. May She Rest | 45:54

23:11 | Franz Gordon. Meadows in Småland | 48:48

[philnguyen]

This is exactly what I composed in my head during sorrow nights. I couldn't play piano but these songs completely align my imaginary improvisations

[ivyactstudios]

Why do I feel like whenever I read the comments to these kinds of videos, "studying in a haunted library/castle", that I know the people in these comments? Like we just get each other, because we all came here in search for a place of serene solitude, still as we choose to connect with people who also need someone to connect with. Get it? Like we meet through a dimension of music, with a mutual understanding of each other's feelings and wishes. And I love that. <3