The situation seemed to be reversed in an instant. He was originally the one who ran the fastest, but now he was the one who was face to face with the ghost.
The child still held the human head ball and jumped up the stairs step by step. The sticky blood flowed from his hands and stuck to the "ball" -
"Clap the ball left, clap it right, play a game of patting the ball..."
The boy held the human head ball in his hand with care and rubbed it gently. A large piece of skin and flesh on his face was rubbed off, revealing the scarlet flesh and bones wrapped by human tissue. "Big brother, in my hand..."
This scene was obviously extremely shocking. Before he could finish his question, the person in charge, who had suffered a loss before, cursed in fear and turned around and ran again. This time, the speed of running was even faster than before. His legs were swinging as if they were flying, and he just rushed upstairs - but since it was going upstairs, his speed would always be slower than going up and down the stairs.
Listening to the sound of the ball getting closer and closer, the person in charge felt that he was so nervous that he was about to vomit his heart. His mind was full of horrific images and a strong desire to survive, and he didn't notice why the colleagues who had run after him were gone.
In the empty staircase, it seemed that only his footsteps were left, echoing lonely in the stairwell.
Perhaps the person in charge had already realized something, but he just didn't want to stop, and he didn't dare to stop. It seemed that once he stopped running, he would lose all his courage and collapse to the ground, and what was waiting for him was only death.
The heavy breathing, the dull sound of the heart hitting the chest, and his footsteps formed a subtle rhythm in this space. But soon, the sound of the "ball" also mixed into the narrow space, becoming more and more obvious, like some kind of death-prompting drumbeat.
The person in charge was almost in tears, and as he ran away, he looked up and found that the child who hit the ball with the human head appeared in front of him again.
It stood on a high staircase, seemingly looking down at itself with contempt, blood flowing from its white eye sockets.
“…!”
The person in charge closed his eyes and was almost frightened to the point of fainting, but he gritted his teeth and held on.
He reacted incredibly quickly and turned around to run away again, but this time he only took two steps and stood at the stairs when he suddenly froze in place.
The cold air suddenly rushed up from the soles of his feet, and his whole body became cold.
The child who was hitting the "ball" was still looking at him.
Above the stairs is a ghost... and below the stairs, too.
The person in charge at this time had almost lost the courage to turn around and look back. He had already realized something and was afraid of seeing a more horrifying scene.
But even if he was pretending to be dead, he could clearly hear the sound of something approaching—
"Bang."
“Bang.”
“Bang, bang, bang.”
The ghost is chasing him.
Coming here.
Already here—
At this moment, when the person in charge was standing at the stairs in a dilemma, a ray of pale light suddenly came through the window in the dim corridor and shone on the person in charge's equally pale face.