Chapter 331 The Vanishing Trail


    The thick web of fungal threads stretched everywhere. It gave birth to countless ck spores.


    It was enough to make anyone with a fear of germs <b>pass </b>out on the spot.


    Fortunately, Theresa and the others had strong minds.


    They pushed through the difort, pretending not to notice the disgusting mess as they carefully stepped upward.


    But when they reached the third floor, the footprints in front of them suddenly stopped.


    “Wait!” <b>Theresa </b>called out to the young man ttering <b>ahead</b>.


    The young man turned back with a puzzled look. “What’s wrong. Theresa?”


    “Look at the footprints on the floor.”


    Theresa grabbed his arm, and everyone’s eyes fell on the third floor ahead.


    The steps leading up were covered in thick dust.


    It was clear <b>this </b>ce had been abandoned for a year or two, with no one setting foot here in a long time.


    Yet Nathan’s group hade up this way, as it was their only path.


    Theresa pulled the young man back and stood where he had been. She stared down the dark hallway of the third floor.


    The hallway was just as ruined and messy as the <b>first </b>floor.


    Trash <b>and </b>clutter filled every corner, and thick dusty undisturbed.


    Other than that, there was no sign <b>anyone </b>had passed through here.


    Only their own fading footprints remained behind them.


    It was as if that group had vanished into thin air.


    Suddenly, they were just gone.


    “Kyle, what’s going on?” Theresa asked, her brow furrowed.


    “I don’t know,” Kyle replied, shaking his head.


    This strange situation was new to her, too.


    “Don’t you think this hallway looks familiar? Tyger suddenly said


    He stood one step below Theresa and peered into the dim corridor.


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    floor.


    Theresa’s heart skipped a beat


    How can this be exactly the same?


    <b>She </b>fixed her gaze on the corridor and pulled Quentin up.


    “<b>Go </b>take a look inside.


    Quentin hesitated.


    He was half–zombie and immune to zombies, but not <b>to </b>ghosts.


    Somehow, he always ended up <b>taking </b>the risks.


    There was no way around it.


    With a rope tied to him, he stepped inside slowly and carefully sensed for any nearby zombies.


    No sign of any zombies came <b>through </b>


    When he reached the bathroom door on that side, his usual joking face turned grave,


    “Beautiful, <b>you </b>should probablye take a look at this.”


    Theresa told Tyger to stay at the stairs and led Kyle and the young man toward Quentin.


    Theresa walked across the dusty floor, her frown growing deeper with every step.


    The hallway was exactly like the one on the first floor–only the direction they walked was different.


    Then she saw something that made her question everything


    In the bathroom sink on the third floor, a swollen human heady under the dripping water. Its hollow eyes stared nkly at them


    “Ghost!” The young man’s face went pale and he stumbled back


    Kyle grabbed his shoulder firmly. “There are no ghosts in this world.”


    “No” The young man shook violently as panic filled his voice. There are ghosts”


    “This building has always been said to be haunted! The olddy on the first floor–her son died in at mining ident. She waits for him every day. I heard stories before. My nehor’s uncle came homete


    walked in circles on the <b>and </b>met her. She kept asking where her son was. He <b>said </b>he didn’t know ang stairs all night.”


    “Next day, he was found outside her door, still going around and around.”


    “It’s <b>haunted</b>!”


    Suddenly, a scream came from behind them.


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    It was Tyger’s <b>voice</b>.


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    Theresa whipped around to see Tyger lying on the ground near the stairs. His head hit the steps hard. Then someone grabbed him by the feet and dragged him upstairs.


    Theresa’s heart pounded as she dashed to the third floor stairs in three quick breaths.


    But when she reached the top, Tyger was gone.


    Only a scrape mark led upward and stopped at thending.


    He vanished like Nathan’s group–there one moment, gone the next.