Chapter 85: The Enchanted Box
What a dreadful situation to find oneself in.
Miles might have sworn up a storm by now in a different circumstance if he were the type to resort to that.
He had done nothing to deserve such a fate. Among all the villagers, why did destiny have to direct its arrow to his door?
Adding insult to injury, he was found in a particularly vulnerable state.
Ever since he obtained the ghostly eye, he had been experiencing paralysis for an hour or two each night. The more he used the spectral tool, the longer these episodes of immobility became.
Miles was willing to endure this side effect, considering that most people slept for about eight hours daily anyway.
But what truly vexed him was a ghost’s discovery of his condition during one of these incapacitated moments.
Despite the darkness that shrouded the night, the distinctive squeak of the door opening was painfully clear.
He could almost see a tall, ominous figure standing in his doorway, disturbingly motionless.