Chapter 86: Tricked and Misfired
The resounding banging at the box had ceased, their echoes receding into the void, never to reverberate again.
From Miles’ perspective, he could contemplate only two possibilities. The first suggested that the being attempting to break the golden box had succumbed to fatigue – a hypothesis that bordered on incredulity.
The alternative scenario proposed that the spectral entity, the headless ghost, had been freed from its gilded prison.
As to a third outcome, Miles grappled with formulating anything else.
As the room’s somber darkness enveloped him once again, tranquility draped itself across the room. There’s no more smashing or footsteps, only the stillness of the eerie night.
However, the silence persisted much longer than any previous hush. Moreover, the cyclic recurrence of the ghostly coughing ceased abruptly as well. This left Miles wondering whether this unanticipated silence was an essential clue in the ghost’s attack pattern.
“That ghost isn’t moving anymore, and the headless ghost appears to be gone too. But why does this stillness feel so disquieting?”
Although Miles had braced himself for his demise in this place, but now…
In light of his desperation, he recognized salvation was still possible for himself. Reason being the paralysis was beginning to recede from his body.