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

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

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 :)

The ghosts haunting me be like: "NERRRRRRD"

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

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....

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)

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.

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

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

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

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. :)

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

Why does this makes me feel like I'm falling in love with the ghost of that old mansion? 🖤

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

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

Okay, I don't mind having ghosts around, as long as they're quiet, it's okay😊

It feels like a Sunday afternoon when it begins getting dark but I haven’t finished my homework 😢

*The somber melodies of dark academia music evoke a sense of nostalgia and longing, painting a vivid portrait of forgotten dreams and lost loves*

Although I don’t believe in ghosts, I like the idea of an old library. the music is beautiful and relaxing - perfect for reading for enjoyment. Read the classics while immersed in these sounds

The night was young. Once upon a time, it was only you and I stuck under scared blue light, momentarily laying under the sign that signified our time. The sirens whaled on as I longingly looked into your eyes. My love, I'll escape this night without you. Leaving only the whisper of your name dangling in the air. The wind will carry these last words away. My soul fleeting slowly behind. Hear me at night, as you open your window and feel the stilled air waiting for a sign. Close all the windows, shut out the past. Please forget me, forget these tried and true nights. Say goodbye. The signs are written on my heart, that heart that has now been faded. Blow the ashes away and forever be saved.

When i see This type of video with type of music...i confess that i feel inside a world that belongs only to me

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

Its the music that puts you into another state of being, where your mind wanders to a different world.

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...

Shoutout to the peeps who wrote the POVs/short stories in the comments! Y'all made my day! Keep it up! :D

Working on a haunted museum house who the owner was a music composer in the industrial era in the city where always rains 🌧. Relaxing , beautiful yet haunting full of mysteries. I work on a place like that and this music goes perfectly with the atmosphere because theres a dance hall and a piano on it also a beautiful basement who looks like a dungeon perfect for a Halloween party ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

The piece played at 30:05 was sounding familiar to me when one refrain in the piece brought it to me. It was used in a European horror movie "Terror Creatures From The Grave (1965)" and had some very bad lyrics written for it explaining how pure water would cure a plague. Bad movie, Bad lyrics, but a very nice piece of music.

i was at a hotel recently, and ive had so much trouble sleeping in them. i fell asleep that night though, and when i woke up, i saw this shadow sitting on the side of my bed, his back towards me, his head turned and staring at me. i just stared at him. i guess i felt this sense of acknowledgment he was real. i guess it felt paternal in a way. it was strange. i spent so much time running from the voices and them and to just fall asleep that night in a new city, where i dont remember anymore, and still see that presence...it was a strange moment. for a short time i felt we were one in the same, though in a different city, different time. a delusion but it felt like we knew each other somehow.

For those that are reading this, hope you’re well, content and happy ❤

Pov:Studying as the dimming of lights faded from a warm orange glow to a mysterious violet the flickering desk light provided assistance as flicked my eyes from one page of the browning pages to the other. The warm scent of faded cinnamon and books filled the air. Felt like home. Quiet, and inviting. The morning filled with the tapping of feet as they searched for their books or tapped away on their computers. The night was quiet and serene. Sitting at the desk on my own the inviting tune of a lonely piano key was playing off in the distance. I wanted to listen to its sad but lovely tune but sadly the sound of a phone buzzing brought me out of my thoughts. Time to go home. Maybe another night I’ll follow the beautiful tune.

Fourteen-year-old Sam Evans walked to the library, looking around warily. The small town had a history of the paranormal, and she certainly didn't want to encounter any spooks. Especially not the one who starred in just about every local folk ghost story she could imagine. She shuddered at the thought of meeting him. C'mon, only a few more feet, she thought. Thankfully, she didn't have to hightail it for the bridge leading to the old cemetery. No headless spirit on horseback had pursued her. Sam breathed a sigh of relief as she reached the door of the library. She fiddled with one of her dark brown braids and then stepped inside, grateful to be out of the rain. Finding an empty desk in the study hall, she plopped herself down in the chair, set down her backpack, pulled out her laptop, and began to study. She had a test due on Monday. And it was on science--her least favorite subject. She'd been there for about half an hour when she noticed another girl in the room. She had long dark hair in a messy side braid, pale skin, and green eyes. Sam guessed the mystery girl was around thirteen. "Hey," Sam greeted. The girl merely waved with a friendly smile on her face. Then she spoke. "What's your name?" "Sam." "I'm Alex. Guess I'm not the only one here who goes by a more tomboyish nickname." She's got braces! Sam noticed. Like me. "Whatcha studying?" Alex asked. Sam let out a long melancholy sigh. She really needed to focus, but Alex seemed like a cool person to talk to. "Science," she moaned. "I have a test on Biology." "Oof." The girl shook her head in sympathy. "Well, good luck, Sam! I have to study too." Sam never quite learned much about her companion until one day a couple of months later. While checking out some articles, she noticed an obituary that caught her eye. The picture of the girl who died matched Alex completely. It had to be a crazy coincidence. Sam's dark eyes suddenly widened with shock and then fear. The words that caught her eye read: ALEXANDRA "ALEX" JANICE MURRAY October 31st, 2008 - November 3rd, 2021 She gasped. She'd been studying with a ghost.

Those ghosts better help me pass this exam or I'm getting the exorcist. 👻

Idk why I’m so addicted to this sort of eerie ambience. So soothing.

You're studying on a winter night peacefully, you hear a clatter at the end wall of the library. "Peeves, is that you?! Quit it!" You shout and return to the diary.

I’ve watched so many playlist videos trying to find the right one to study and yours is the only one i’ve liked so far, it’s the perfect vibe thank you

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.

I felt relaxed and enchanted becouse of this playlist i was doing my homework and finished it with satisfactory thank you so much :)

This gives me "Haunting of Hill House" vibes and I love it ! :-)

Only if this never ends, I'll study till forever ends

POV: you are the ghost that failed to scare the students so you are now studying with them

I wish the songs were listed in order with time stamps

POV: It was nearly dawn, the moon singing the last of her lullabies. You get out of bed, and put on your robe. Your legs take you down the trail they have memorized through the stairs and hallways dimly lit by the grey light coming through the floor to ceiling windows, just enough to see the statues sitting on the left side. Frozen, waiting to be looked at. Eyes unseeing, you keep walking until you reach the library. The smell of old paper and ink greets your nose. Memories flood your mind. Images of hugging hands, searching eyes and pounding heartbeats. A sigh escapes your lungs, you miss them, and every cell in your body knows it. Feels it. You close your eyes, and it feels as if they're there. Just for a second, you can almost feel their hands drawing up the falling robe up your shivering shoulder. Just for a second. They said it would be hard, to lose a soulmate. They didn't say it would be your undoing. An end to your life without a death. A crime to your soul. I HOPE UU LIKE ITTT :))

this is great and relaxing. but unless those ghosts are helping me study, they would be a distraction.😄

Hello. I was struggling with my homeworks all day because of my lack of motivation, I fortunately found your playlist. So I would like to thank you for uploading this video. :)

The Light House I watch enveloped in envy as the winds continued their expedition through the overgrown coffee hair of the man I had chosen to spend the rest of my life with secluded away. It was already past the usual time for his haircut but I’d been pushing it back for my own contentment. He’d let the birds use his hair as a miniscule playground. Speaking of birds, I think they liked him more when he had longer hair. I make this mental note as I watch Rio hop and land onto his head, a free estate of theirs. He knew he’d have to detangle his hair some time later but for now he enjoyed the additional attention, moving as little as he can. I was itching to approach the fence and just join the birds at playing with his sun dyed coffee hair. But- “coo”; Bobo had just gotten cozy in my lap and it would be a crime to have to move him. So I let Bobo continue to use my muffler as a blanket and he continued to nibble at my finger. He was trying to eat any leftover rice crisp treat leftover from earlier from my fingertips. His rose tinted beak nipped gently against my thinning aged skin. Bobo’s nibbles had interrupted my knitting. I was working at making Archie another scarf for the nearing winter but from the looks of it this one was going to Bobo too; just like the other three. The white color of the scarf looked cozy on the milk tea Bobo it was tucked around and into. Bobo had a particular habit or if I may say; courtesy: to kiss my hand before taking food from it. A bird who could stabilize any racing heart. Archie on the other hand was resting his chin on his arm against the century old iron railing, petting the grey-white feathers of Lulu, while the other thirteen pigeons shared rice krispy treats among themselves. From the back he still looked like the man I’d come here with; not a day older than sixty-five. I wanted to shout to him about being careful and not leaning too much, but I knew it would disturb Bobo who had just shut his orange eyes. Bobo’s velutinous little chest heaved up and down gently with both his wings tucked in. I pulled the scarf so it covered a little more of his little cashmere head. I had to fight off the urge to turn Bobo over so he’d lie on his back and I could give him belly rubs. If a bird bares their stomach to you, rest assured they trusts you with their life. Instead, I tucked Bobo further into the scarf and shifted so I could rock him from the sun. A sound of wings against the winds and Archie, my husband turns around eagerly about to tell me something. As the sun fell on his face, you could tell apart the places where time had kissed him on his face. The eyes and smile lines of a golden retriever, with an everlasting grin; the one of a happy man. Streaks of grey hair visible in the sun, falling over the only part of the face that still held its youth; his dark almond eyes. He had Woonal on his right arm and had frozen still at the moment when his eyes caught Bobo napping on me. He willed himself to relax first, before approaching me slowly and taking off a note from our chestnut pigeon’s feet; a letter had arrived from the other side of the sea. He handed it to me wordlessly, still a fool’s smile playing at his lips. I took it with trembling hands….it’d been exact fifteen years since the day I had run away with someone’s father. Twitter & Instagram= @julyswillow

This is nice! I was hoping to see a ghost or two softly floating by :) Thanks for the content!

you are so talented i am gonna share this vibe everywhere istg its perfect.

I was looking or something a bit spooky/Halloween-ish. I'm so glad I found this. Even though its super bright outside, this definitely sets the mood.Thank you!

this is getting me through my final essay for comp 1 in college, thank you

Seriously... It's amazing I am sooo in love with it I seriously wanted a nice playlist to study because I am a night owl everytime I heard other paino playlist I used to find myself sleeping but this one .. helped me wake up whole night to study... Thank you soo much 😌♥️

Best study/creative work channel out there... posting unique but high quality songs. Good job Hexen

The number of times I'm listened to this playlist is unhealthy 😭 I'm sooo i'm love with your channels ! Keep posting ! ❤

I also love your playlists , I use everynight to read my Books! Thank you so much!

As a huge Casper/Paranormal fan thank you!, This is perfect for if Whipstaff Manor from Casper had a library!!, Thank you again!! :D

I love this playlist but the rain... at first nice but when you are at the middle starts getting a bit noisy. But great work man. And if you could write the songs below please?

I don't know about you guys but I personally wouldn't be able to study in a haunted library. I would either take my flashlight and go on a tour to see if I can catch some paranormal activity or freak out and run away xD

This is very good. I've looped the thing three times already.

I heard 'A Silent Spark' and immediately thought that the rest of the album would be here I listen far too much to Heart of the River of the Sun😂

This is a great one, so many of these extended “ambience” music clips have the same repetitive melody going on… and on… over.. and over… in the SAME KEY… this one actually has some variety so you don’t get sick of it. Beautiful

Has anyone else read Piranesi by Susanna Clarke? I can't look at marble statues the same way anymore.

This is absolutely beautiful to listen. I’m so glad I found you …. thank you

I didn't knew that a haunted library playlist could sound so romantic 💖💖🥺🥺✨✨ New susbcriber 💖💖

I have gone through multiple playlists today trying to find the right one, and this one is perfect. Its so calming and warm, the rain in the background is a great addition

okay, that's kinda fascinating

Fantastic! I love the blending of each section to the next one. Seamless in the best way. I'm using this as my theme for Halloween as I hand out candy. Thank you for posting this lovely, yet spooky, music.

i feel like a hardworking witch listening to this playlist and i love itt.. thanks Hexen

Riders on the storm!! This is incredible! Subscribed

so familiar , the topic… I think i am living in a haunted world…😂

i love the rain in the background

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

I use this channel to focus on studying, greetings to the person who reads❤ this

your versions of these compilation playlists are so helpful for studying

i use this playlist to study and is amazing, but where is the track list?

If I were to create a scene in my head with a ghost in a library..I would imagine a library much like the one in the castle in beauty and the beast..hundreds upon hundreds of books on seemingly endless shelves. The ghost would have shoulder length dark hair pulled into a low ponytail held back with a royal blue silk ribbon. He would be wearing a medieval era white cotton shirt with grey pants. I would imagine him teaching me to dance by a crackling fireplace while a piano plays itself in the background..his dark eyes both mysterious and intoxicating..his subtle smiles and gentle touches flip my stomach…”we will always be best friends..” ❤❤

this gave me chills and peace ty

Moon sounds like a real ghost town up in the sky.. Am I the only one who lives there. Am i the only one who feels this.. Vivid dreams die on earth, empty emotions, dark places, heartless people and moreover. Am I the only one who dies every day. Tell me where the truth lies in a world of lies. Tell me what the freedom is? Fake rules, speachless minds, . Am I the only one who has this problem on this earth. Am I the only one, tell me what is this ??. Wake up your mind, not your body. Love with your heart, not with your money.. People need the awareness of real freedom.

I am in fact, doing homework in my school library, tired, almost sleeping with this playlist but its wonderful 😭

It’s so hard for me to be in touch with my feelings, always feeling numb or some form of negativity. But the pure bliss and euphoria that this kind of music gives me is what I live for. Nothing can pull me out of that pit like music does.

Perfect for spooky season!

I'm loving this vibeeeeee. Got a paper due tomorrow morning. 10:21pm probably about 45 minutes left of work to do :)

Misiana was a beautiful young girl. she would roam the halls of the school and students would stare at her. some were surprised. some were shocked. though no matter what they were... they were scared... they looked at her for a few second with horror on there face then they would run away as fast as they could... Misiana... Misiana... Misiana... that name rung through his head... the father of Misiana... he didn't know what to do... he just wishes.. he could see his daughter again... Misianas father walked out into a yard full of stones. he stopped at one.. the stone read... R.I.P Misiana 2011-2022...

Imagine this Your a wizard who was beheaded before the blade struck your neck you sent your soul into the body of doll inside a massive library filled with arcane secrets.you now spend your days in your porcelain body learning and reading new magics As the spirts of the long forgotten keep you company

How are these ghosts more tolerant than the living? Thanks for tender mercies given.

Im in love with this thx wow this is amazing....

algorithm boost bcuz this is wonderful

The music softly played throughout the ballroom, the sound of the heels of our shoes clicked in sync on the tiled marble flooring. Swaying back and forth my long wavy brown hair brushing up against my back. In one hand I held up my ivory coloured floor length dress as not to trip on it and my other hand was held gently by yours. I could feel your hand gently hovering over my lower back. The smell of your traditional date night cologne with notes of oakmoss and cedarwood wafted to my nose. I sighed contently feeling so safe and at home in your presence. My eyes are closed. All my other sense heightened. Taking in every moment. After a little under a hour the music halts, I open my eyes. You are not there, my memories and imagination have overwhelmed me, I fall to my knees and weep. To the only man I have and will ever love, I miss you dearly.

Thank you my friend !

Very emotional and beautiful music thank you!

As is our hearts, so might' we fall. The heights aspired. Leave not' room, for lives to adjust. That finding' of small space to gain footing. The suspending grasp' when realized. The path laid, lain-not' for idol cares. It must be seized' without certain knowing. The coming away of hand, may find no' supporting comfort. Where next desired direction, brings hanging step. With out' a found place of treading. In fateful mis-step, we become' those far distant ghosts our'selves. What haunts memory, left below this endless chasm. Once thought to be an ascending bridge, begin to be. But' a line, of lost opportunities. Seen while plummeting in failure. From a course' never ment, to be stayed.

the first melody is so beautiful :(

Al these ads are ruining it

This was so nice until I was startled by the midroll ad 🙃

I want to live in a haunted library with ghosts.

Omg sounds like a movie soundtrack 😮👏🏻

Thanks, I like these.

Hauntingly beautiful

i'd like to study in a haunted library

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