American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 141 Helper
"What's there to be afraid of? Annabelle is nothing. We have our leader here. Besides, there are so many of us. We're outnumbered, we'll win!"

"A demon trying to act like a hero? His brain must have been eaten by a rotten soul!"

"Show them what's what, play the music!"

A burst of rousing music rang out, and the entire collection room team immediately formed a band, playing a wild rock tune.

Looking at the evil spirits that he used to look down on, now singing disrespectful lyrics to him and making blatant mocking gestures.

Annabelle felt as if a ball of hellfire was about to explode inside her. How dare you!

"What's all the noise about! Don't we have to go to work tomorrow?!" Someone shouted, opening the window before Annabelle could react.

"Damn it! Don't you have any sense of public decency? It's so late at night, don't the neighbors need to sleep? I have to go to work tomorrow!"

"You bunch of bastards, if you keep playing and singing like that, I'll mow you down with a machine gun!"

The ones spewing profanities were the neighbors across the street who were disturbed by the noise.

The powerful music went its own way, not only not stopping, but getting even more intense!
"Fuck! Fuck... Shit!" A barrage of curses rained down, indicating that he was genuinely angry.

More and more people were awakened by the shouting, and more and more windows were opened. Finally, someone took a powerful flashlight and shone it directly at them.

"Croak! That's so bright!"

The music suddenly stopped, and the collectibles all turned around.

Skulls with fire emanating from their eye sockets, grinning dolls, roaring sculptures, armor with metallic sounds, ghosts bleeding from their seven orifices... None of them are human, yet they do things that only humans would do.

His eerie gaze sent chills down one's spine, and the cold atmosphere felt like steel needles piercing the heart.

The cursing stopped abruptly, as if a pause button had been pressed.

The bright white light swayed erratically, clearly indicating that the flashlight's owner's hand was trembling violently.

Hey!
Suddenly, the evil spirits roared in unison, their mouths opening into terrifying arcs, large enough to swallow a suckling pig whole.

The rolling sound waves converged into a terrifying sonic boom.

The windowpane shattered into a spiderweb of cracks, the blinds snapped instantly, and even the windowsill shook and trembled.

"Fuck you!"

The Collectors, in a very rock-and-roll spirit, extended their middle finger – that's their hellish soul!
Bang bang bang!
After realizing what had happened, the stunned onlookers immediately closed the doors and windows and turned off the lights as quickly as possible.

Soon, not a single brightly lit apartment could be found in the residential buildings across the street; the night was eerily quiet.

It seemed as if everyone had already drifted off to sleep.

Ta-da!

Rock music erupted, powerful music rose again, and this time, no one dared to peek out.

"Great! Very good. I had no idea you had such talents; this is a pleasant surprise."

Annabelle's doll body had collapsed to the ground, and a twisted demonic shadow had burst forth from its shell.

It's furious right now and wants to tear this group of rebellious henchmen apart.

"Ferryman, wedding dress woman, tactile man, all of you, come out here!"

Annabelle believed she was very strong, but she didn't want the situation to become too ugly. Even if she lost in terms of numbers, she wanted to at least make up for it.

Therefore, it called upon its loyal little brother.

There was supposed to be another dog, but it was already on the other side.

call--!
Amidst the relentless rock music, the night wind could not dispel the ever-flowing fog.

Annabelle stood alone on the opposite side of Baling and the others, while the expected helpers did not arrive at Judy's house behind her.

"Stop yelling, you country bumpkin. How old are you, acting like a child playing hide-and-seek? Let me tell you the truth, while you were playing hide-and-seek, your men were already dead. Someone, pull him up and let him see."

Baling chuckled, and a glass case hidden behind the evil spirit was brought up, containing a pure white wedding dress and more than a dozen silver coins. "Damn it, why!"

Annabelle's face was already dark, but now it was even darker.

No, there is another one?

Just then, something that was crawling in the shadows on the floor quietly slipped out.

"Hey, you tactile guy, come here right now!" Annabelle snapped.

Its body was a blue and pink box, with strange, malevolent creatures bearing the inscription "tactile pairings," and it was rapidly swinging its arms as it crawled toward Annabelle.

Baling, riding a pony, mocked, "Annabelle, you didn't expect this, did you? I even left a robot vacuum cleaner to keep you company so you wouldn't be lonely."

After hearing this, Annabelle glanced coldly at the blue and pink box lying on the ground, which startled the latter so much that it pulled its arm back completely.

Forget it, we can't count on this thing.

Ultimately, one's own strength is the most reliable.

Annabelle's gaze was cruel, her power erupting like a fountain. The dignity of this veteran demon could not be humiliated; she was determined to crush and settle scores with these traitors.

“Annabelle, kneel down and call me Gaogo, and I’ll let you die a quick death.”

"You will be the ones who die."

Baling knew this was nonsense, but he still wanted to say it because having a huge advantage was just so satisfying.

"Hmph! Stubborn to the end, take him down."

Turning his gaze away from Annabelle, Baling on the pony rubbed Judy's cheek with interest, then tugged at her thin skin, pulling out an unhappy, crooked smile.

At that moment, the subordinates who had received the order swarmed out.

Wielding a cross-shaped greatsword in both hands, the knight launched a valiant charge. The skeleton swordsman, now just a skeleton, leaped forward, his white bone sword gleaming.

The rest of the limbed ones followed closely behind, grabbing all sorts of weapons and joining the fray.

In the air, masks, helmets, and heads flew about, working together to unleash a barrage of hidden arrows.

In an instant, the mist churned, evil energy soared into the sky, and clusters of inky black clouds enveloped the area.

An uneasy and oppressive feeling weighed heavily on Judy and the others' hearts like a boulder.

"Hahaha, you're all courting death. I think you want to go back to hell."

Annabelle, in her horned demon form, looked down with disdain at the evil spirit who lacked martial virtue, and in an instant, she suddenly attacked and injured her enemy.

Unleashing the power of darkness, the gaunt demonic body erupted with a suffocating aura.

The ferocious demon's claws tore apart the incoming heavy sword; a lightning-fast strike snapped the cleaving blade in two.

Its hooves slammed into the ground, and its body leaped into the air, dodging the vicious dog that pounced on it.

An invisible shield blocked the cunning arrows. The ram-horned demon roared wildly, distorting the air into vibrating sound waves. The sound waves materialized into blue blades, which it swung down.

"Cuck!"

After a few screams like those of minions, rain began to fall from the sky, and the evil spirits of the Collection Room Orchestra fell one after another.

Boom!
Its body crashed heavily back to the ground, the ram-horned demon's hooves kicking out alternately, the hard metal armor as brittle as tofu, denting instantly.

Before long, severed limbs and remains were scattered all over the ground.

On the scorched lawn, the band's remains lay scattered.

Finally, Annabelle's cold, bewitching eyes fixed on Baling.

(End of this chapter)