Chapter 107: Joining Forces
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After unraveling all the enigmas, the trio was left with a singular, pressing issue: confronting the ghostly presence before them.
Their mission was straightforward. They were tasked to settle the paranormal disturbances that plagued Yellow Hill Village, ensuring they left unscathed in the process.
Whatever past disputes or hidden agendas they had among them faded into insignificance from the moment the apparition materialized. It was undeniable; the point of no return had been crossed.
“It’s halted its advance and seems hesitant to enter. How should we proceed?” Stretch murmured, his voice laden with apprehension.
Miles, with a solemn expression, had asserted his ghostly dominion over the entire house. He clearly delineated the village boundaries from the ancestral hall, using the main door as the dividing line.
But a man, drained of all color and blessed with striking features, stood eerily still at the threshold. His intentions were unclear – was he stationed there as a guardian, preventing anyone from fleeing? Or was he merely waiting? His unnerving stillness heightened their fears as they remained ignorant of the full extent of his terrifying capabilities. One fact was clear though: confronting this ghost alone was a death sentence. Yet, how this ghostly entity dispatched its victims remained an enigma, for no witness to its lethal methods lived to tell the tale.
“We should be asking Frank. His knowledge surpasses mine,” said Miles, shifting his gaze toward him.
Frank, too, had an unsettling pallor, his eyes devoid of vitality. Positioned next to the ghost, one could easily mistake them as kin; such was the chilling resemblance.