In that instant, it felt as though time had stopped. The old man's lips trembled uncontrollably. He caught a whiff of something corrosive, a foul stench that shot up his nose and into his brain, leaving him feeling dizzy and dazed.
The overwhelming stench left him completely bewildered. He blinked, feeling as if he might pass out at any moment.
But an intense terror surged through his mind, seizing his every thought. Gripped by this fear, he remained conscious no matter how dizzy he felt.
However, in his state of extreme terror, he had lost his voice.
The old man frantically opened his mouth, only to realize with horror that he couldn't make a single sound. His eyes darted to his phone in a desperate plea for help.
But the smile on the female ghost's face only grew wider. Her purple-black lips stretched farther and farther apart.
The corners of her mouth nearly reached her ears, yet she kept on smiling.
