Lucas Part 15

I was standing at the top of the stairs at this time. More precisely, I was on the 2nd floor. My steps towards the balcony door stopped when something terrible was before my eyes. There are so many ghosts floating in front of me with their scary appearance. I don't know how many there are. I can't say for sure. They were ghosts of women and spirits of men who must have been subjected to excruciating torture before they died. I know this from their very pathetic figures. Lots of blood covered the bodies of the ghosts. Some of them even didn't have their heads or faces crushed. Their condition was heartbreaking because almost all of the spirits were in an incomplete state, missing a part of their body. But seeing their number, I didn't expect that there would be this many ghosts inhabiting this Mansion. Could this Mansion be a haunted nest? My condition is no less pathetic than those ghosts. I can't move my body. My legs, even all over my body, feel very stiff. I can't even move my hand just to hold my head, which feels like it's being stabbed by a sharp object right now. It hurts so bad. Maybe it's because of the many ghosts in front of me that this pain is more significant than usual. The ghosts floated around me, their laughter adding to the gloom of the moment. What do I feel right now? So, I almost gave up at this point. I don't have the strength to move my body even once. It's certainly impossible for me to fight those ghosts. They look ready to prey on me whenever they want. I think this may be the end of my life. I also thought that what the ghost said was true. I'm just a weakling who pretended to be strong all this time. I don't have any power. Let alone the ability to save my comrades, I couldn't even save myself. Naive. Earlier, I firmly expressed my challenge to the ghost, but now, I have even started to accept my death. I closed my eyes when I saw the ghosts floating closer as if preparing to pounce on me. If I weren't alone, if someone were accompanying me right now, I wouldn't be so scared. At a time like this, I most wished for Angie. She has more knowledge about ghosts than I do. She can also constantly strengthen me when I'm scared like this. "We humans are stronger than them. We live while they die. You have to believe that when facing ghosts, especially bad ghosts." The image of Angie's face when she said those words suddenly crossed my mind. She noted that sentence when I visited her shortly after I was declared accepted at Grandes University. This is a sentence that I always believed in, but why now do I doubt it? Images of my friends, one by one, also crossed my mind. Yes, they are waiting for me to come to save them. Why am I giving up like this? How stupid am I? I reopened my eyes when I realized I had thought of the most ridiculous thing that shouldn't have crossed my mind. The ghosts were right in front of my eyes with their hands outstretched to strangle me. "You are strong. Come on, Leslie, fight them. You can get past them," I said, encouraging myself. A firm determination is indeed the primary capital to achieve success. I will not doubt it anymore. I feel a tremendous power rising within me. I can now control my body, which had been stiff before. I made up my mind and fearlessly lunged at the ghosts. I ran, ignoring the spirits that still surrounded me. My gaze is only on the door that will lead me to the balcony, and from that balcony, I will get out of this Mansion even if I have to jump down. I don't care at all. "Hihihi." The laughter of the ghosts was indeed terrifying. If the usual me might have been trembling with fear, but not with me now. I was blinded by the scary ghosts floating around, trying to stop me. I deafened my hearing with the sounds of laughter, giggles, growls, and even the screams of the spirits, which, of course, made the hairs on my neck goosebumps. I even ignored the pain in my head that almost made it difficult to maintain my consciousness. When I finally arrived at the door. I tried my best to open it. However, as I had expected, the door did not budge. I can't open it even a little. Disappointed, of course, I'm disappointed. Did I give up after receiving this disappointment? The answer is NO. It didn't stop there—my efforts to get out of this Mansion. I ran towards the hall. I remembered many windows in the passage, and I had to make my way out through them this time. "YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO LEAVE THIS PLACE, HAHAHA!!" That voice, can you guess whose voice it is? Yes, I believe the voice of a male ghost is the source of all the darkness in this Mansion. The hoarse voice of a man I have heard several times. I ignored his words and kept running towards my destination. I also miss the ghosts that are still hovering after me. In my attempt to escape, I felt some evil forces trying to block me. The evil power that pulled my body until I collapsed. Dragging me to the countless impacts that my body feels. Even so, I still try to get up. That evil force never stopped torturing me. I feel pressure flying me and throwing me so hard that my body is blown away. Repeatedly, my body was lifted up and dropped to the floor in one beat. I also started bleeding from my mouth when that evil force threw my body into the wall. My body is battered right now. Maybe some of my bones are crushed. Perhaps because I feel unspeakable pain and aching pain in my bones. Please don't ask how nasty the wound is, I think now. I may die if the evil force slams or throws my body again. But for the umpteenth time, my determination produced extraordinary strength within me. Although hurried, I strolled towards the window, which was already quite close to me. Should I cry now when, once again, the evil ghost is acting up? He locked all the windows, huh? I'm sure it's the evil ghost. All windows are closed, and no matter how often I try to open them, I can't open them. Of course, I didn't give up even though I repeatedly had situations beyond my expectations. I took one of the jars that were lined up along the aisle. It's an antique jar that must be of great value, but I don't care about that at the moment. I picked up a medium-sized pot, not small and not too big. I threw the jar toward the window, hoping it would shatter. There was the sound of the jar hitting the window pane. The sound of the jar shattering followed me. But for the umpteenth time, I had to swallow disappointment when I found that the window glass was not shattered, not even the slightest scratch. I tried one more time to smash the window glass. This time, I threw a giant jar than the jar earlier. Will I succeed this time? Unfortunately, this time I failed. The window glass was still solid and not scratched in the slightest. I pounded my hands as hard as I could on the window glass with tears flowing without asking for my approval. How do I get out of this Mansion? All the exits seemed blocked by a steel wall I could not penetrate. Is this the strength of the evil ghost? What kind of ghost is that, capable of this atrocity on humans?