Chapter 104: The Identity of the Sickly Ghost
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Miles and Stretch had originally devised a plan to forcibly open a coffin they had found in the village’s ancestral hall, hoping to trap the ghost rumored to reside within. Yet, as they prepared for this endeavor, an unexpected twist occurred: the coffin began to creak open all by itself.
A soft, almost mournful cough emanated from within, sending a chill down their spines.
The wooden lid inched upwards from the inside, creating a narrow gap. As the duo stared in disbelief, a pale hand, devoid of any color as if it had never seen sunlight, slowly emerged from the darkness of the coffin.
All clues indicated one terrifying realization: the ghost was making an attempt to free itself.
Miles’s face contorted with concern, his eyebrows knitting together. “What’s going on?” he whispered, more to himself than anyone else. Based on his earlier interactions with the ghostly inhabitant of the coffin, Miles had believed the ghost was hesitant to leave its confines. During a previous attempt to open the lid, the ghost had clung to the inside of the coffin with such force that it prevented any outside interference. Why would it now willingly seek to venture out?
Stretch, his skin pale with terror, turned towards Miles. “What’s our next move, Miles?” he inquired, his voice shaky.
Raising a hand to signal quiet, Miles tried to instill confidence. “Keep your cool. We ventured here with the intent of confronting this ghost. It doesn’t really matter if it’s sooner rather than later. Fetch my body bag; we’ll try to trap it that way.”
Nodding, Stretch tried to swallow the lump in his throat. He bent down to retrieve the body bag they had brought along and laid it beside them.