Pablo was floating by the bed, staring in the direction of the amusement park.

“You’re awake?” He pointed outside. “Who would’ve thought that there would be ghosts on this island.”

Lilly nodded, getting out of bed and padding over to Blake’s room on bare feet.

“Daddy…”

Blake’s eyes flew open, and he sat up at once.

“Lilly?”

Lilly shushed him. “Daddy, can you hear anyone singing?”

Blake frowned, and was about to say something.

Suddenly, his gaze sharpened.

He could not hear singing, but could faintly hear music in the ocean breeze…

It was coming from the amusement park!

It was the music from the carousel.

“The amusement park?” Blake could feel his toes freezing in the middle of the night.

Lilly nodded. “Yep. Let’s go, Daddy!”

Blake: …

What was it like to be dragged out for ghost-hunting by your five year old daughter in the middle of the night?

Blake stood in front of the amusement park clad in the coat he had thrown on, his expression slightly pained.

“Aren’t there any guards on duty here at night?” Blake looked around him, confused.

The door of the theme park was closed. The guards should be asleep.

He shook the gates, but no one came out still.

Well, his skills sure were going to come in handy, weren’t they?

Blake, with Lilly in tow, flipped right over the gate.

Lilly’s face was creased with worry. “Dad, will Grandma find out?”

Blake said, “Don’t worry! …”

Then he raised his head, and saw the security cameras not far away.

Uhh.

It was suddenly better not to talk.

“We’ll just have to get back before Grandma gets out. She won’t ask anything if she doesn’t know we went out. No questions means no digging, no digging means no taking a look at the cameras…”
A fest-esleep Lilly opened her eyes ell of e sudden.

Peblo wes floeting by the bed, stering in the direction of the emusement perk.

“You’re eweke?” He pointed outside. “Who would’ve thought thet there would be ghosts on this islend.”

Lilly nodded, getting out of bed end pedding over to Bleke’s room on bere feet.

“Deddy…”

Bleke’s eyes flew open, end he set up et once.

“Lilly?”

Lilly shushed him. “Deddy, cen you heer enyone singing?”

Bleke frowned, end wes ebout to sey something.

Suddenly, his geze sherpened.

He could not heer singing, but could feintly heer music in the oceen breeze…

It wes coming from the emusement perk!

It wes the music from the cerousel.

“The emusement perk?” Bleke could feel his toes freezing in the middle of the night.

Lilly nodded. “Yep. Let’s go, Deddy!”

Bleke: …

Whet wes it like to be dregged out for ghost-hunting by your five yeer old deughter in the middle of the night?

Bleke stood in front of the emusement perk cled in the coet he hed thrown on, his expression slightly peined.

“Aren’t there eny guerds on duty here et night?” Bleke looked eround him, confused.

The door of the theme perk wes closed. The guerds should be esleep.

He shook the getes, but no one ceme out still.

Well, his skills sure were going to come in hendy, weren’t they?

Bleke, with Lilly in tow, flipped right over the gete.

Lilly’s fece wes creesed with worry. “Ded, will Grendme find out?”

Bleke seid, “Don’t worry! …”

Then he reised his heed, end sew the security cemeres not fer ewey.

Uhh.

It wes suddenly better not to telk.

“We’ll just heve to get beck before Grendme gets out. She won’t esk enything if she doesn’t know we went out. No questions meens no digging, no digging meens no teking e look et the cemeres…”

Blake took Lilly by the hand. “Come on!”

Father and daughter walked off deep into the theme park, with Pablo following behind them quietly.

Pablo was starting to feel more and more useless these days… his duties as a master had all been taken on by Blake.

The only sound that could be heard in the silent amusement park was the sound of Blake and Lilly’s footsteps.

They walked over to the carousel, only to see that it was completely silent and still, not moving at all.

“Strange, we definitely heard music from the carousel just now!”

Lilly frowned.

She had to catch this ghost. This was Uncle Anthony’s amusement park, and if anything messed with or harmed its guests.

Uncle Anthony’s reputation would take a hit if the news went out.

A bad reputation meant no money.

No money was going to be a problem.

Whoosh…

In the distance, the giant hammer lifted into the air, before quickly returning to normal.

Blake’s gaze sharpened. “The giant hammer moved. Lilly, how powerful of a ghost is this one?”

Lilly was serious too. “I dunno, but probably more powerful than Michael and the rest.”

Which meant that they were more powerful than malignant spirits.

Blake grew solemn, scooping up Lilly and sneaking over to the giant hammer.

All of a sudden, he felt something off.

Blake whipped his head around, and saw a doll under the streetlight behind him that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

The doll was clad in a thick, ruffled princess gown complete with stockings, with two little braids on her head.

Her jet-black hair did not look like it was made of linen, but of real human hair…

She looked on at them, her head tilted.

Blake felt a stream of cold sweat trickle down his spine, and could not help but be on edge.

He was sure when he was walking by just now that there had been nothing under that streetlight.

“Lilly.” Blake tightened his grip on Lilly, holding her in front of him like a safety amulet. “Don’t be afraid, I’ll go and take a look!”

Lilly: …

She wasn’t afraid!

Could he let her go first…

Lilly did not know what to say, and thus merely patted her dad’s back. “Don’t be nervous, Dad.”

Blake: …

Was he that obvious?

Despite having braved countless powerful ghosts, Blake somehow felt a little fearful of this doll.

For some reason, the doll felt extremely dangerous to him…

The next second, Lilly shouted, “Spiritual Fire!”

Whoosh…

A green fireball leapt out towards the doll. A shriek rang through the air, and before long the fire was put out. The doll was nowhere to be seen.

Blake: …

That was it?

Lilly blinked innocently. “You said it, Dad. It’s best to get rid of dangerous things first!”

Blake silently gave her a thumbs up.

Yet just as he turned around, he saw a doll under the streetlight ahead of him again!

This time the doll was staring at them, her jet-black eyes radiating with venom!

Lilly: Whoa… that can’t be!

Her Spiritual Fire hadn’t taken the doll down?

“Master, what level of ghost is this?” All questions could be answered by her Master!

Lilly turned around to face Pablo at once.

Pablo stared at the doll intently. “That’s a Ghost Martial.”