Chapter 100: The Horror of Human Skin Parchment
This novel is translated and hosted on bcatranslation
This novel is translated and hosted on bcatranslation
In a remote village, both Miles and Stretch had miraculously evaded death. Stretch, in particular, had taken meticulous precautions. Within the boot of his car lay a suitcase, but this wasn’t just an ordinary suitcase. It was a bespoke creation constructed entirely of solid gold. However, due to its tremendous weight, it posed a challenge to move around. As such, Stretch had positioned it in his car, thinking of it as a backup strategy.
When turmoil erupted throughout the village, Stretch’s immediate reaction was to seek refuge inside this opulent suitcase. The interior space was dreadfully constricted, making the experience almost torturous. But he was acutely aware that venturing outside would mean certain doom. From his hiding spot, Stretch could recount the sounds of footsteps drawing near him thrice. In one of these instances, he even detected the faintest sensation of someone or something coming into contact with the suitcase’s exterior.
In the midst of this chaos, he pondered, “Could that madman Miles have met his end yet? He was bold enough to unleash a spirit in an attempt to mitigate this harrowing scenario. However, judging by the number of apparitions that passed me by, it seems his plan may have faltered.”
Stretch’s desires in that tense moment were simple: to light up a cigarette, give his muscles a good stretch, and then drift into slumber. Yet, he held back, thinking, “Perhaps death would be a kinder fate. Soon, I’ll succumb to either starvation or dehydration. This isn’t a sustainable way to live.”
He set his mind, deciding, “I can endure this for another half day at best. I’ll have to take the gamble and make my escape. Staying put isn’t an option.”
Out of nowhere, Stretch spotted a dim, reddish glow penetrating through a tiny gap in the suitcase. This feeble illumination was an anomaly in the encompassing darkness.
“Could that be a source of light? Has the village’s situation evolved?” he mused, eager to step out and investigate. If the dynamics had indeed changed, maybe, just maybe, there lay a glimmer of hope for his survival.