Chapter 27: Blinded by Red Paper
Inside a public restroom after fleeing his apartment, water spurted vigorously from the faucet as Miles scrubbed the stubborn blood stains from his face. The chill of the tap water had a soothing effect on his fraught nerves.
“There was something off,” he whispered to himself, reminiscing about his recent encounter. “The ghost had the power to alter memories, crafting a non-existent entity in my mind and manipulating me into believing its reality. Even my special eye was unable to perceive the deception.”
“I would still be entangled with the ghost if it weren’t for Rain’s intervention.”
He looked up, meeting his own gaze in the mirror. The unique eye that usually adorned his face had vanished, and he momentarily resembled his normal self.
“Miles, if you can hear me, please respond. It’s Rain,” a voice emanated from the satellite phone resting by the sink, a conversation that had been left open.
“I’m here,” Miles acknowledged.
“What transpired at your end?” Rain inquired.
“Your speculation was accurate,” Miles confessed. “My father did pass away in a car crash during my early school years. The entity at home was not a person but a ghost.”
“Did you manage to get away?”