The spirit's appearance was unsettling, with a contorted visage resembling that of an elderly man, marked by deeply etched wrinkles.
It perched upon the ceiling, fixated on Eustace, and was emitting a ghastly gurgling sound.
Although it hadn't yet employed its life-draining ability, its mere presence was undoubtedly enough to terrify the inhabitants of the house.
'How did he last here for several weeks?' Eustace couldn't help but be impressed by Theodore's resilience, having endured the presence of this malevolent spirit for such an extended period.
It was fortunate that Theodore's third eye remained closed, preventing him from witnessing the abomination that this wraith truly was.
After some thought, Eustace refrained from immediately attacking the lingering wraith, choosing instead to explore the house and understand why the creature had chosen to remain within these walls rather than seek out more victims.
