American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 119 Curse
This idea is bold and sounds risky; it's easy to mess it up.

However, upon closer examination, there are not many feasible solutions.

Either follow the rhythm of the Smiling Demon, kill, and pass on the curse. Or, commit suicide and end this chain of transmission.

If we want to solve the problem at its root, we can only start from the source.

In any case, Baling can protect the purity of dreams, thereby ensuring that consciousness is not completely invaded, thus retaining some control over the body.

Simply put, there is a chance to turn things around.

When the time comes, you have to try, regardless of whether the method is feasible or not.

If they fail, they can only randomly select an evil cultist or a death row inmate in prison and send them a cursed gift.

Time is running out, and the longer we delay, the more likely something bad will happen.

That night, the two drove to another place.

the next day.

At noon, the sun was shining brightly, perfect weather for going out and having fun.

Nancy's condition is getting worse; she is prone to having seizures whenever she is lucid.

Helpless, Baling used his ultimate technique, Straw Entanglement, to bind her movements, and then gave her a sharp blow to induce a baby-like sleep, which she then moved in Baling's dream.

There, Nancy can enjoy peaceful moments.

Arrived.

That was a familiar place in Baling, a classic spot where he honed his acting skills and role-playing—Emma's house.

During the time when Nancy was afflicted with the curse, Emma also suffered misfortune.

That day, Emma went shopping with her father, carrying her beloved little grizzly bear doll. When they reached the end of the street, the accident happened.

A heavy truck suddenly darted out, roared past, and ran over a man who was fleeing in panic.

A winding trail of blood was left on the road, and sticky entrails were stuck to the surface, impossible to clean even with a shovel.

The gruesome death horrified Emma.

After that day, strange things began to happen around Emma.

First, the dead man appeared around her house, staring at her with a strange, unchanging smile on his face.

Emma, ​​a master of smiling, immediately recognized that it wasn't a genuine smile.

That was a threat, an intimidation.

Moreover, they came for me.

Sure enough, the strange occurrences intensified in the following days.

My beloved little grizzly bear went missing for no reason. It was eventually found on the bottom shelf of the refrigerator, but the doll's body had been cut open by a sharp object, and white cotton wool was leaking out.

The nanny, Levia, gave Emma a creepy smile for no apparent reason. Every time Emma pointed it out loudly, Levia denied it, and even her father, David, didn't believe her; it was as if they couldn't see it at all.

Finally, something even stranger happened.

At night, a woman calling out "Little Sweet Bear" in a sweet voice appeared out from under Emma's bed.

Emma had experienced the terrifying ordeal in her dream, and thought her courage had grown, but she still couldn't withstand it.

His face was ashen white, his body was floating, and very flat, without any full or complete body.

She kept calling out "Little Sweet Bear, Little Sweet Bear," but Emma was terrified. The thing that kept repeating her nickname was actually a flat, two-dimensional paper figure.

Her face features an image Emma often saw: a black and white photograph of her deceased mother.

Emma's screams then brought her father, David, to the scene.

What David saw was Emma shouting at thin air all by herself; the room was empty.

The nanny, Levia, has been given a break, and now only the father and daughter are left in the house.

David helplessly embraced the terrified Emma, ​​his sorrow overflowing.

In the past two days, I've undergone numerous physical and mental examinations at major hospitals, and seen countless psychologists and psychiatrists. However, none of them have been effective.

There was no physical illness involved. The final conclusion was that Emma witnessed the car accident, which caused psychological trauma. Because she couldn't accept it, her brain started hallucinating.

I've already taken sedatives.

Emma's condition did improve during her sleep.

But once she's sober, Emma is prone to making irrational decisions.

David had to stop working and stay by Emma's side to continue seeking treatment, but unfortunately, the results were minimal.

"No...don't look for me anymore...I don't want to go down! Please, please don't show up again."

Emma fell ill again that day.

"Squad leader, it's my fault. But it's no use coming to me now. I'm so weak, I can't avenge you. Go away, I'll give you all my medals, just stop bothering me, sob sob..."

A burnt smell wafted over, and from within a thick plume of smoke, a human-shaped silhouette gradually emerged.

It was a little boy whose body was reduced to half of its charred remains. One of his cloudy eyes drooped, staring intently at him, a fake smile playing on his lips.

"Emma...it hurts so much! Come to me, come to me!"

Emma, ​​in a fit of madness, dug a grave in the backyard and buried all her most prized medals in it.

"Not enough, not enough! I want you to come down and keep me company!"

Emma, ​​with tears in her eyes, apologized while expressing her gratitude.

Under Xiao Baling's menacing gaze, Emma buried a basketball, an old doll, and whatever good things she could think of into the ground.

David, the father, couldn't stop her at all. If he tried to stop Emma, ​​she would go crazy and even hurt herself.

So he could only watch Emma do those strange things in agony, writing down each symptom one by one, preparing to hand them over to the next doctor.

According to Emma, ​​David also conducted a thorough investigation, but there was no class monitor in Emma's class at all.

Who did Emma meet?

David didn't know, after all, Emma had called out "Mom," but David's wife died in childbirth on the day Emma was born.

Ding Dong!Ding Dong!
Doorbell rang.

David was exhausted and didn't want to see any guests, but the doorbell kept ringing.

Fortunately, after Emma finished burying the things, her spirits suddenly improved for a moment, and she seemed to be able to distinguish between reality and illusion.

"Daddy, am I having another episode?" Emma's innocent face was etched with exhaustion.

“Honey, everything will be alright.” David hugged his child tightly, his heart aching, but even he himself wasn’t confident in his words.

He had promised his wife that he would take good care of Emma, ​​but now he couldn't do anything about it.

The doorbell was still ringing when David led Emma by the hand into the entryway.

Observe the person ringing the bell outside through the peephole.

Two people arrived: a black-haired man in a black trench coat and a woman in a business suit with long curly hair.

Who are they?

A stranger.

David frowned as he opened the door and asked, "Who are you?"

"We're here to help you," the black-haired man said with a mysterious smile.

"Help me?" David frowned even more. What kind of liar is this, spouting nonsense so easily?

"She is Nancy, a professional psychologist. I am Baling, a professional exorcist."

Baling calmly introduced the situation, his eyes meeting those of Emma, ​​who was hiding behind him.

Emma looked up, startled.

(End of this chapter)