The screams outside were closing in.
The four people in the office immediately stood up, drew their weapons, and pushed the door open.
They stepped into the corridor.
The sounds were coming up through the emergency stairwell: chaotic footsteps, clamorous shouts, shrill screams, and agonized cries all blended together, quickly appearing at the entrance to the stairwell.
Coat Youth was the first to step onto the stairs.
He immediately saw several disheveled men and women running up from below, then continuing toward the higher floors without slowing down.
As they passed Coat Youth,
they showed no intention of stopping.
Instead, their faces revealed delight.
There were people here!
Wonderful!
They could help draw away the monster chasing them!
These people were not staff members of the building. They were probably passersby who had run in from the street outside.
"Save me!"
"Please, save me!"
At that moment,
the woman bringing up the rear accidentally kicked the stairs, lost her footing, and fell to the ground.
Unfortunately,
none of her companions, fleeing in panic, paid her any attention.
Ghosts were chasing them from behind.
They had already lost their minds. The only thought left was how to stay alive.
The companion who had fallen behind
could just happen to delay the ghosts.
Buying them time.
Soon,
by the time the woman managed to get back up, a pale figure had appeared around the corner.
It was an old man.
But it was not alive.
Not only was its skin as pale as plaster, but it was also crawling on all fours like an animal. The features on its aged face were wrinkled and squeezed into a single mass.
Soft and limp.
It looked as if there were no bones supporting the skin beneath its face.
"Hee hee hee."
The ear-piercing, bizarre