Chapter 65: Passing Through
“The red paper is gradually losing its hold on the eye underneath. The limit is almost reached it seems.” Miles noted the imminent failure of the paper’s talismanic properties even as he wiped water droplets off the mirror and noticed the splitting of the red paper affixed to the back of his hand.
A distinct crack was undeniably there.
The paper wasn’t ordinary; it was a memento from a vengeful ghost. Its durability far exceeded regular paper – no amount of brute force could tear it. Only the might of a vengeful ghost held such power.
He questioned himself, “Did invoking the ghost domain today trigger this? Or is the power of the red paper naturally fading over time?” As he ran his fingers over the paper, he sensed the agitation of the eye buried within his flesh.
Despite all appearances of normality, he could feel the dormant ghost eye stirring, poised for a revival.
His body felt less like his own and more of a vessel for this haunting eye. As the eye gained strength, the more he felt like he’s walking a tightrope over death.
“But it’s irrelevant. Once I discover a way to suppress the ghost’s resurgence, all will be well,” he murmured to himself. After experiencing a handful of supernatural events, the threat of death had somewhat lessened its grip on him.
His gaze, however, faltered upon noticing a pile of dark brown human-skin parchment by his side.
The parchment – it was the epitome of eerie and malevolent to Miles.