Chapter 1135: Chapter One Thousand One Hundred and Thirty-Five: Ghostly Mischief
"Caleb Mamet and his mother are both heartless, and theyâve even upset the old man. As for todayâs visit to the ancestorâs grave..."
As the man was speaking, he suddenly felt someone patting his back, and the words in his mouth came to an abrupt stop.
He hastily turned around, but there was no one behind him. Yet the touch felt eerily real.
The middle-aged woman also hurriedly turned around and muttered, "Maybe itâs just leaves from the tree. Anyway, about Caleb..."
Before she could finish her sentence, they both felt someone patting their backs again. The two were stunned for a moment, and the woman angrily yelled, "Who is it!? Show yourself!"
She looked around, furiously, suddenly breaking into a cold sweat. Her eyes were filled with terror as she realized they had somehow wandered onto this path.
This was Caleb Manorâs small path and also the residence of Winni Drew before her death.
She had just spoken ill of Winni Drew and then someone patted their backs. Could it be...?
Cold sweat dripped from her forehead, and the middle-aged woman trembled with fear. Her voice wavered, "Son...letâs hurry away, this place is too ominous. That woman died so young, maybe... Aaaahh!"
The mother and son screamed, feeling as if a ghost was hovering around them, seeking revenge.
At Caleb Manorâs study on the second floor.
Caleb heard the screaming outside and glanced out. Then, he looked at the person on the other side of the computer, "Itâs nothing. Keep going."
Inside Caleb Manorâs small path, the middle-aged woman did not see anyone around her. But when she turned around, a face suddenly appeared in front of her. She shrieked in terror, and her son crouched on the ground, covering his eyes. The two screamed at each other until their throats were hoarse, and they sat paralyzed on the ground, still trembling uncontrollably.
Xaviera Evans stood in front of them, looking at their pathetic state, and smiled in satisfaction.
After a minute, she slowly spoke, smiling, "Why were you screaming? Did you see a ghost or something?"
Hearing Xavieraâs voice, the middle-aged woman cautiously looked up and saw a beautiful young woman. She carefully looked at her and thought she seemed familiar.
After some time, she finally realized that this was Calebâs frail wife. So, it was this temptress that patted them on their backs just now! It was obviously intentional!
The middle-aged woman was burning with anger, struggling to stand up, and yelled, "Mrs. Mamet, why did you deliberately scare us? Donât you know that scaring people can kill them?"
Xaviera had an innocent look on her face, "I didnât scare you!"
"Werenât you the one who patted us just now? How can someone so young be so malicious? You and Caleb are really..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Xavieraâs eyes suddenly turned cold, but her lips still curved into a smile, "I really didnât pat you! Are you having hallucinations? I just got here and heard your heartrending screams. I thought you were in danger, so I came over. After all, I live in Caleb Manor, and your voice was really loud!"
The middle-aged woman was choking with embarrassment, fear spreading from her heart down to her limbs. As she looked at Xavieraâs innocent and confused face, her heartbeat seemed to miss a beat.
Could it be...that there was really something that patted them just now? If it was Xaviera who patted them, they wouldnât have seen nothing when they turned around! So, was it a ghost?
"Are you Uncle Drewâs wife?" Xaviera asked with a cheerful smile.
The middle-aged woman looked around cautiously, "What about it?"
"Itâs just that madam seems to be very afraid. Did you encounter something unclean earlier?" Xaviera asked casually.
Upon hearing Xavieraâs words, the woman couldnât help but tremble all over. People had been saying that Caleb Manor was haunted, and there were shadows and voices at night. Winni Drew had died in such a mysterious way - could it be her ghost causing mischief here?
Fear caused her to shiver and she glanced around again.
Xaviera smiled reassuringly, "Madam, donât be afraid. I can help you, and soon you wonât be afraid of ghosts anymore."
The middle-aged woman looked at her doubtfully, why would Xaviera help her? Was she trying to please her? With that thought, she instantly turned haughty and laughed smugly, "Alright! Since youâre willing to help me, then hurry up and..."
Before she could finish her sentence, the woman felt a sharp pain on her face. She involuntarily groaned and stared at Xaviera in disbelief, "You hit me? Are you crazy?"