American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 125 House
"Who? Who's coming?"

Kechimen was hung in the basement cell like a roast duck. Having lost his power, his inner unease grew every second.

Because he was a ruthless person who was well-versed in punishment, he was even more afraid of what might happen to him when he became a prisoner.

The more you know, the more afraid you become.

Da da da!
The slow footsteps echoed continuously, indicating that the person approaching was not alone.

The basement is perpetually dark and gloomy, but to spirits, there is no difference between day and night.

Anyway, everyone can see it.

coming.

Ketchum looked up and saw four large men dressed in very little clothing; they were his former servants—the tortured Indians.

"You...what are you going to do?"

Kechimen's face turned deathly pale; he had a very bad premonition.

"What are we going to do? Of course, we're going to do something fun!" The four men exchanged a smile and excitedly rubbed the various instruments of torture in their hands.

Whips, iron hooks, clamps, branding irons, large iron pliers, fine needles... and even a large durian that was found from who-knows-where.

Just imagining it makes Kechimen tremble.

"Damn it! No, you can't do this!"

Clang!

The chains trembled violently, and Kechimen's eyes widened in terror as he struggled desperately, but to no avail.

"These are specially made binding chains by Lord Baling; you can't break free. Lord Baling is very displeased with your actions, so he instructed us brothers to make sure you are treated well."

"Kechmen, you've finally met your match. You insidious beast, you've tormented us for so long, but what goes around comes around. Now it's time for our revenge."

"In the days to come, you will experience a hundred times more pain."

"Hehe, let's not waste time, let's go."

The eerie wails continued unabated in the basement, but not a single sound reached the upper floors of the house.

The upper floor of the old house.

The sun was shining warmly, the windows were wide open, and sunlight streamed in.

The air inside the room is fresh and clean thanks to the airflow.

Fresh food was laid out on the table, delivered by a nearby breakfast shop.

Baling began his first day of life, with a black and white bear lying peacefully on a chair next to him.

From the perspective of the aliens, the little girl Judy stared longingly at the food on the table, her nose twitching as she inhaled the aroma of malt.

He propped up his newly bought tablet, scrolling through international news, then tore off a small piece of bread, swallowed a few bites, and drank a few sips of milk.

After refining some of the house's permissions, Baling's perception of the entire house greatly increased, and he could hear all the sounds if he wanted to.

Even in the deepest basement.

Thanks to the efforts of the Native American version of Kichibun, the Kichibun's influence is waning, and its control over the house is decreasing.

Within three days, Baling will have complete control over this haunted house.

"Eat up, why aren't you eating?"

Baling noticed Judy's longing look and generously shared his food.

Judy: Aba aba.

She was just a spirit, unable to eat fresh food; she could only look at the appearance and inhale the aroma to satisfy her craving.

evening.

The night is like ink, full of stars.

A bright moon casts its silvery light, making the lake surface shimmer.

Baling sat on a small chair with a fishing rod beside him. Tonight, there seemed to be no catch; the blue plastic bucket contained only a ladle of water.

On the surface, Baling appears to be leisurely fishing, but in reality, what his eyes are seeing is no longer just the lake in front of him.

Thousands of miles away from here.

A highly intelligent raven soared high in the sky, its sharp eyes scanning the town below.

While living a leisurely life in Baling, this special crow was anything but idle.

Not only do they have to work hard to reproduce, but they also have to fly around to find the haunted house that Baling is looking for.

The former was to expand Baling's network of informants, while the latter was to implement Baling's plans.

Do big things, do big things!

Baling never forgot that even after achieving some success, he was still eager to do great things.

Even after making a name for himself in the world, he never forgot the path he came from—Silent Hill.

Now that his strength has increased, Baling plans to occupy several haunted houses and use their natural or acquired anomalies to create summoning materials.

Finally, a house was chosen as the focal point of the formation, and a ceremony was held to summon Silent Hill and open a passage to the outside world.

Therefore, Baling needs to extend its influence further afield.

He needs help.

Whether as a messenger to spread influence in the future, or as a companion to assist in battle.

Therefore, Baling chose a crow as his first helper.

He went to great lengths, searching, selecting, waiting, and even repeatedly using his precognitive abilities, before finally choosing an individual that was both intelligent and physically resilient.

Baling had high hopes for this crow, and he gave it a nice name—Ravenstan.

It implies that he is the Einstein of crows.

At this moment, Ravenstan has already sown its seeds many times, waiting for the children to be born, and a few lucky ones will be able to inherit its bloodline and become extraordinary crows.

Those special individuals will become the family members of Baling, contributing their talents and energy to his great cause.

Of course, this requires patience and waiting for time to pass.

The Arakstan continued to spread its wings and fly, and occasionally a glimmer of gold would flash in its dark pupils in the night sky.

……

Houses where strange and terrifying events have occurred are often referred to as haunted houses, and people avoid them at all costs.

Haunted houses often contain unclean things, such as vengeful spirits, cruel and vicious demons, or unknown and eerie creatures.

Behind every haunted house, there are usually multiple tragedies or horrific deaths.

Sometimes, an insignificant object or an unintentional offense can lead to certain death.

In any case, they are always synonymous with danger. Once you run into one, you may be injured or go insane at best, or die or mysteriously disappear at worst.

So, how do haunted houses come about?

It was possessed by an evil spirit and suffered from the corruption of evil forces over the years. By chance, it became a haunted house one day.

Or perhaps it is inherently evil, an alternate dimension that is attached to reality but not entirely present in reality, thus attracting evil beings to move in, and thus becoming a haunted house.

This is the philosophical question of which came first, the chicken or the egg.

Baling didn't understand the reason either, nor did he need to. He was a pragmatist who believed in using things as they came.

Natural treasures and blessed lands have always been possessed by the strong.

Once it's found, Baling will naturally find a way to obtain it.

After all, when it comes to evil spirits and heretics, there's no need to talk about benevolence and morality; just use your fists, and they won't be able to withstand it.

Otherwise, wouldn't all the cultivation I've painstakingly accumulated be wasted?

(End of this chapter)