The sound of tinkling bells sent a shiver down Leah's spine. Unable to pinpoint the danger, she instinctively used her Paper Figurine Substitutes.
Her body rapidly shrank and thinned, morphing into a carefully trimmed paper figurine.
The paper figure darkened, turning yellow and brittle as if it had aged a decade in an instant.
Silently, the withered yellow paper disintegrated into countless tiny fragments.
Leah reappeared at the top of the stairs, clutching the kerosene lamp. But in the next moment, she felt the chill on her shoulders.
Her thoughts raced as she raised her right hand and pinched the bridge of her nose.
Activating her Spirit Vision, she glanced at the room across from her and the glass window.
In the dim light of the kerosene lamp, the washroom's glass reflected Leah's upper body.
Transparent, ghostly infants perched on each of her shoulders!