Chapter 6: Eerie Encounter in the Restroom
In that chilling, pivotal moment, Miles was utterly oblivious to the betrayal that was about to unfold. His classmate, Jing, seemed to have been overtaken by a disturbing madness, suddenly gripping him and forcefully directing him towards the spectral hand.
“Are you trying to kill me, Jing?” Miles exclaimed, anger bubbling within him. As a palpable sense of impending treachery began to seize his senses, he swiftly reacted, grasping Jing’s arm, halting their frantic struggle with a jarring cessation of motion.
Faced with their imminent peril, Jing found his voice, “If you survive this ordeal, Miles, my life will be one of eternal torment. Did you honestly believe my prior threats to be mere jests? Unsurprisingly, you remained blind to the seriousness of my words despite my explicit warnings. It’s quite typical for someone as naïve and sheltered as you. However, let me take this opportunity to introduce you to the cruel and unforgiving nature of our world.”
Swiftly pivoting, Jing addressed their surrounding classmates, his voice high pitched and frantic, “What are you all doing just standing there? Help me thrust him towards the ghost that’s lurking in the restroom! If that thing gets free, it would mean the end for us all. Our only chance of survival is by making a sacrifice. There is simply no other option.”
His desperate plea, underpinned by a profound sense of moral urgency, managed to find receptive ears. The ominous threat of the lurking ghost spurred their classmates into action. With faces of pure terror, three of them took hold of Miles and began to overwhelm him with a force that would be impossible for any single person to resist.
In an abrupt turn of events, Miles was again pushed towards the restroom door.
Then, the spectral hand, chilling and otherworldly, emerged from the shadows. It rested on his shoulder, its grasp icy and unyielding, pulling him into the utter darkness of the restroom with a forceful jerk.
“Enjoy your time in the afterlife, Miles. Maybe you’ll gain some wisdom there,” Jing snarled, giving a decisive push.
A wave of rage washed over Miles. His shoulder had turned numb, seemingly crushed by the icy clasp of the ghostly hand, causing his blood to feel as if it were turning to ice.