American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 138 Singing and Playing, Night Walk

All evil will eventually be brought to justice!
And that method was the size of a fist in my hand.

In the demon realm, whoever has the biggest fist is right.

Baling believed he possessed a fist as big as a clay pot and held powerful reason.

And today he will use his reasoning to persuade people.

Click!
The glass cabinet door was opened from the outside.

A black-feathered crow fiddled with its claws for a few moments and successfully opened it.

"You came."

"Gah!"

"It's a little late."

"quack!"

"You said there was an ugly guy blocking you, and it wasn't until dark that you finally managed to find a chance to come in."

"Quack quack!"

"In that case, I won't ask anymore."

As Baling stepped out of the glass case and stroked the crow's feathers, he carefully put the hidden cross back into his body.

It's past nine o'clock at night.

Quite a few ghostly things have already gathered enough power and secretly slipped out of the collection room.

But there are also some honest guys who have gotten used to the environment of this collection room and have made it their home.

Bang!

The brass bullet fell to the ground.

After removing the bullet, Baling felt much better.

Holding a crow in his right hand, Baling surveyed the collection room, scrutinizing these wicked creatures, some honest and some dishonest.

Without a word, remaining still where the gaze falls is the best response.

He was pondering which thing he should protect.

……

In the living room.

Little Judy was watching TV by herself while the others went to the bathroom.

Immersed in the interview on television, Judy unconsciously picked up the last piece of pizza.

This kind of show has to be paired with pizza to really shine.

Inside the television set, a small figure is holding a large red-haired doll, which is said to be a strange doll.

Judy was engrossed in watching when the TV screen suddenly went black.

What happened?
Judy frowned, perhaps the machine was overstimulated, and she started looking for the remote control.

After searching the sofa without success, Judy turned her attention to under the table; it's quite normal for the remote control to fall to the floor sometimes.

Lying prone on the floor, Judy reached her arms as far as she could.

Sure enough, the remote control was inside.

As soon as she reached out and grabbed it, a strange face suddenly appeared in her eyes. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared again. Judy quickly got up and looked around.

The space under the table is so narrow, what she just saw must have been an illusion.

But the person in question is likely nearby.

It's playing hide-and-seek.

Judy knew perfectly well what was going on.

If that's the case, why not call someone?
In particular, she also understood the dangers of these evil creatures, and she was facing the most ferocious one in the collection room.

Logically, given the frequent occurrence of these unusual situations, she should have called the Warrens back, but she didn't do so.

Did she do something stupid? Or was she out of her mind and wanted to test her own abilities?

neither.

The answer is: invisible hypnosis.

Annabelle must have secretly hypnotized Judy, causing her to unknowingly overlook what was wrong.

The lights suddenly went out, plunging the surroundings into complete darkness.

Judy was a little uneasy and called out the other people's names: "Mary Allen! Daniela!"

no respond.

Just as she was feeling a slight chill, Judy heard singing.

It's the birthday song!

Mary and Daniela carried a large cake together, singing as they walked over. Seeing this, Judy's heart finally settled, and a happy smile appeared on her face.

Something important seemed to have happened just now, but none of that mattered now; eating cake was the priority. And just like that, the unease that had arisen earlier was forgotten by Judy.

After finishing the big cake, the night grew even deeper.

It was time to go to bed.

Suddenly, the sound of a guitar being played outside the window rang out. The intermittent and unfamiliar playing revealed that the player was not very skilled.

The three people inside the house came to the window with great interest, and as expected, the person playing and singing on the lawn was Bob.

Bob, who lives across the street from Warren's house, has a crush on Mary Allen and just couldn't resist coming over tonight to make a good impression.

He had come by a little over an hour ago, just to say hello, and then had to leave.

But after much deliberation, he decided to perform a guitar piece at this time to express his burning love.

Such a bold act even stirred Mary's heart, who was secretly laughing at the window, making her heart flutter.

Ouch! It's that feeling of being smitten. I can't take it anymore, my asthma is about to flare up.

Mary laughed as she ran downstairs.

The others, with a "let's see what happens" attitude, followed suit.

……

Bob, a seemingly shy but actually quite daring young man.

His playing was still a bit raw, but his innocence made up for it.

But he forgot.

Showing off in the middle of the night is likely to annoy other people.

Unbeknownst to them, the surrounding fog grew thicker and thicker.

The laughter stopped, and Bob looked up to find that no one was on the windowsill anymore.

Where is he? Bob was a little disappointed, but then an inexplicable chill ran through him, making him shiver.

Bob turned his head. The fog was gathering and swirling, and suddenly a large black dog emerged from the fog.

Roar--!
The large black dog roared angrily, and under Bob's terrified gaze, it stood upright, like a werewolf in the moonlight.

Black Shak took off running, and Bob took off running too, not daring to stop.

You run, I chase; a man and a dog chase each other, one in front and one behind.

until--

We arrived at the corner ahead.

"Wow ah ah!"

Bob was shocked. Around the corner, a large group of "people" had appeared out of nowhere.

In an instant, Bob's heart sank to the bottom. He was doomed, facing certain death.

In the silent darkness, the long-suppressed soul begins to unleash itself.

Helmets fluttering, masks laughing, monkey dolls wearing glasses... In short, it was quite lively.

A walking humanoid armored figure stood to one side, holding a weapon, like a loyal knight.

The jade or stone statues, solemn and silent, together lifted a large shelf filled with all sorts of odds and ends.

And the most central, most important place.

A small white pony is carrying an ordinary scarecrow on its back, with a black crow perched on the scarecrow's arm.

If you ignore their small size, the scene resembles an ancient lord leading his retinue on a hunting trip.

Bob had nowhere to retreat. Faced with pairs of gleaming, eerie eyes, he nervously swallowed.

瘪！
Suddenly, a stinky bird dropping landed on his head.

He looked up and saw a jet-black bird.

"Ow—!"

At that moment, Blackshark roared and pounced, his fierce charge knocking down the startled and frightened Bob.

Grinning and grimacing, preparing to exhale.

"You're the only one missing!"

A soft voice drifted into my ears.

Suddenly, Black Shak's hair stood on end like steel needles, and his pupils contracted sharply.

It jumped dramatically in place, tactically creating distance.

Black Shak turned his enormous dog head and saw a large group of familiar fellow inmates.

(End of this chapter)