The black mist creeping in from beneath the door looked like a crawling, living corpse. It was not merely smoke; from it seeped the decay of centuries and the icy breath of death itself. Christina, Stephnie, and Lily's breaths caught in their throats. According to the diary, this place was supposed to be safe, yet the scene before them told an entirely different story.
"Oh Jesus! How can this get inside? According to the diary, a priest bound this place with his own holy blood so that no evil power could enter unless it was invited from within—then how is this happening?!" Stephnie screamed. She immediately pulled out Holy White Salt from her bag and, with trembling hands, drew a thick line across the doorway's threshold. The moment the black mist touched the salt, an eerie crackling sound rose from it, like drops of water falling onto a scorching hot griddle. The mist stopped right there, but the danger was far from over.
