The lights in the corridor seemed to have a bad connection. As Deathstroke and the others approached, they began flickering erratically, accompanied by crackling electrical noises.
A chilly presence crawled up everyone's backs. Bobo's fur stood on end, an animal's instinctive reaction to something terrifying.
Bang!
At the sudden noise, a corridor window beside them was blown open by the wind. The window slammed against the wall, followed by a creaking sound like some animal crying.
The cold wind outside blew straight over them, as though someone were breathing on the backs of their necks and stroking their cheeks with icy hands.
Besides that, many strange things happened during the short distance from the stairs to the northeast corner of the mansion's second floor. An old-fashioned telephone suddenly rang in the corridor; a painting on the wall abruptly fell and began bleeding; a decorative vase inexplicably burst into flames; and a translucent white shadow seemed to flash past behind them.
"Slade, do you think Chief knows his house is haunted?"
The ape clung to Deathstroke's neck, his round black eyes warily scanning their surroundings. He did not like ghosts. After all, any spirit was bound to be made entirely of Negative Energy.
"This isn't haunting. It's one of the special abilities of Guy's current personality. These poltergeist phenomena only look scary. But don't you think these scenes are classic? Familiar, somehow?"
Lowering his head to light a cigarette, Su Ming glanced at the moonlight outside. Once he confirmed that the brightness had more or less returned to normal, he answered.
"Now that you mention it, I suppose it is." Bobo gripped his pipe, his tone calming somewhat, though he still curled into a ball on Deathstroke's shoulder. "I'm just an ape, not a spellcaster or an exorcist. Most of what