Chapter 58: Rush In

Chapter 58: Rush In

Ethan, why dont you go in first? Miles suggested.

No, no, no, big brother, you should take the lead, Ethen replied, his grin softening his words.

Come on, Im only eighteen. Besides, Im just filling in temporarily for the city head post. You should take charge, Miles shot back playfully.

But Miles, your abilities are impressive. You should be the one leading, Ill follow.

Youre too kind, Ethan. Youve got way more experience in this ghost-taming game than me. Ive learned so much from you, Miles responded modestly.

This congenial back and forth took place as they stood before a clothing store, each demurring in favor of the other.

The automated glass doors swished open, revealing a shadowy interior that gave off a disquieting vibe.

An unseen entity awaited them, heightening their apprehension.

Their mission was to combine their abilities to exorcise the ghostly being, but the prospect of being the first to enter was daunting. Any misstep could prove fatal.

Although their roles as ghost tamers prepared them to confront evil spirits, they were not reckless enough to provoke them unnecessarily.

Their friendly disagreement led to a deadlock. Neither could summon the bravery to go in first.

Eventually, Miles proposed, If we cant decide, perhaps we should call it off?

Ethan was momentarily lost for words.

But if we skip this one, we may face a more dangerous spirit next time. That will be a greater challenge.

Miles nodded in agreement, Thats true. This spirit doesnt seem particularly strong, otherwise wed have seen more disturbances lately. We should seize this opportunity and enter together.

Right, lets confront it side by side, Ethan concurred, determined not to waste this opportunity. With time running out, he was desperate to make a stand.

Lets get this over with. Miles took a deep breath and boldly took the first step toward the ominously beckoning glass door, with Ethan following close behind, his features set and ready to deploy his powers when needed.

The store was a compact space, just over a hundred square meters. It was crammed with mannequins and stacks of merchandise, lending an air of claustrophobia.

The ghost has possessed one of the mannequins. Youve seen the photo. Find it, then we tackle it as a team, Ethan whispered. He flicked on his flashlight, its beam swept across the shop from a shelf near the entrance.

I recognize that mannequin. Its distinctive; impossible to miss, Miles affirmed.

Ethan didnt respond, instead ventured further into the store, scanning every corner.

All was quiet. Nothing unusual.

It seemed like an ordinary store that had temporarily closed.

But then, a repugnant smell of decay began to permeate the air, followed by a subtle creak.

The previously open glass door slowly, silently, swung shut. The sound, though soft, ricocheted in the tense silence.

Both Miles and Ethan whirled around, finding nothing behind them.

The door appeared to have closed on its own.

Its nothing, Ethan said, his voice straining.

Perhaps, but given our situation, Im sure of one thing: the ghost is here, Miles declared.

The remainder of the mall seemed perfectly ordinary, yet this clothing store stood out as a disquieting anomaly. Rivers analysis of the surveillance tapes had traced the initial paranormal activity back to this very spot.

Is it important that the doors closed? Ethan asked once more.

With the emergence of the ghost eye, the scene unfolding behind him projected directly into his consciousness.

To his shock, the mannequin from the cell phone picture was looming behind him, hands outstretched.

Behind us.

Miles grunted a warning, sidestepping the impending assault.

Ethan, however, was a split second too slow, and his head was grazed.

A cold sensation spread from his scalp throughout his body, causing him to shudder.

Reacting instantly, Ethan, his hands already slick with blood, reached out and seized the mannequin.

Caught you.

His blood-soaked grasp fastened around the mannequins extended arm, the blood seemingly infiltrating its artificial skin.

Fresh blood started to seep out of the mannequins joints, eyes, and neck.

My ghost blood can subdue any ghosts powers. Use this opportunity to restrain it! Ethan cried.

But his words were cut short when the womans corpse behind him lurched into motion.

A decayed, bluish-black arm reached out from behind, aiming for Ethan.

It was clear that merely stopping the mannequin wasnt sufficient.

Catching one is pointless. You need to be aware of other threats too, Miles retorted, swiftly kicking the suddenly animated corpse. His foot was encased in a soft red glow.

The force sent the corpse flying into a wall, embedding it there.

Despite its legs thrashing, it was unable to free itself.

Ethan spun around, his face ashen.

He was grateful for Miles cooperation. Had he been alone, he would have met his end the moment he was caught off guard.

However, an even more terrifying sight awaited.

As Miles emerged from the changing room, ready to assist Ethan against the menacing mannequin, his gaze was drawn to the shop entrance, causing him to halt abruptly.

Unbeknownst to him, the area outside the shop had filled with figures, effectively barricading the entrance. One of them strolled into the store, casually lifting his flashlight from a nearby shelf.

This figure wore a security guards uniform but was devoid of a head.

Strong? Miles identified the corpse.

Miles, were in trouble. I just saw Strongs body walking out. I was too startled to say anything. Stay alert, Rivers voice trembled over the GPS-enabled phone.

Im aware, Miles replied, his expression grave.

Her warning arrived a moment too late. The former security guard, now a walking corpse, was already in his vicinity.

Click. A soft sound echoed as the headless security guard flicked off the flashlight.

Instantaneously, the room was consumed by pitch-black darkness.

Amid the blackened void, Miles could hear the unsettling sounds of more entities entering the clothing store.

The number of ghosts had steadily increased, seemingly intent on crowding the compact clothing store to its limits.