American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 147 Come to the door
Lake view room at No. 412 Ocean Avenue.

The beautiful singing rose from the lakeside and spread along with the ripples on the lake's surface.

"How lonely it is to be invincible."

"How empty it is to be invincible."

The members of the Collection Room Orchestra took their places and played beautiful melodies.

At the very center, a graceful and alluring figure is dancing, singing a powerful and majestic song in time with the music.

"Alone on the summit, the cold wind kept blowing."

"Who can understand my loneliness!"

After dinner is a good time to exercise.

A song is sung in Baling, and a short dance is performed.

The last lyric fell.

Thunderous applause erupted from the audience, who seemed to have tears in their eyes as they raised their hands and waved gratefully.

"You sang so well, it reminded me of my mother."

"Magnificent and awe-inspiring, the word 'invincible' is simply tailor-made for the boss!"

"I'm so lonely, so incredibly lonely!"

Regardless of whether it's genuine or not, it certainly delivers maximum emotional value.

After completing his exercise for the day, Baling stepped off the stage, took his newly bought speedboat, and, with Judy and... Judy Warren in tow, went for a few laps around the lake.

They both share the name Judy, although in America it's a common name similar to "David" or "Jack".

However, surprisingly, the human and the ghost got along quite well.

They felt like friends of the same age.

Although Judy Warren looked younger than her parents, she died young, and the years that followed had matured her considerably. This perfectly matched the somewhat precocious Judy Warren.

After Baling left, the band members lost interest in playing together and went their separate ways, some honing their skills and others letting loose.

"Hehehe! Come and chase me! If you catch me, I'll let you...hehehe."

"Slow down, slow down, I'm coming, I'm coming."

A typewriter swung its arms in front, running like a shy girl, while a television set swung its legs behind, chasing after it. The eyes on the screen turned into pink hearts.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

Black Shake, a large, jet-black ghost dog, frolics with a yellow country dog ​​in the grass.

The humanoid armored figures, who love martial arts, seek out opponents to spar with. Their metal or stone weapons clash together, producing a crisp hum.

Pairs of masks and helmets, devoid of bodies and consisting only of heads or faces, collide passionately in the sparse moonlight and cool breeze.

"woo woo woo woo……"

Demons danced wildly, and strange screams filled the air.

After a host of evil spirits from the collection room moved into the old mansion, the once quiet mansion finally became lively.

On the grassy slope, an unfortunate couple were pouring out their hearts to each other. Perhaps knowing their days were numbered, they felt that if they didn't say it now, they would never have the chance again.

"Mary, there's something I've wanted to tell you for a long time." Bob didn't dare play the guitar and sing this time, afraid that another television would appear, so he chose to express himself in person.

“Oh! Bob, go ahead, I’m listening.” Mary looked back at him affectionately.

"I've actually always... Wow, what are you guys doing!" Bob swallowed back his confession halfway through his sentence.

Around them, at some point, a group of small creatures, led by a toy monkey, formed a circle and quietly watched them.

I'll keep an eye on you!
"Hehe, tell me, why are you not saying anything? Everyone's waiting."

"Do you... love tiger oil?"

"Hey, shameless!"

The playful banter of the little dolls instantly dispelled the ambiguous atmosphere between Bob and Mary, leaving only the awkwardness of being exposed.

"Oh my gosh, our great guitarist is about to confess his feelings! How bold of him!"

"One kiss, one kiss!"

"You warm my heart~ You give me life~" The familiar melody drifted over, and Bob's boasting in the front yard last night had finally become a boomerang tonight.

Bob wished he could dig a hole in the ground and shove himself inside. But someone else thought differently. Mary blushed as she listened, as if remembering something, and took Bob's hand, their faces drawing closer and closer.

"Hehe! Such a fussy couple. I'll lend them a hand."

The "Head-Pressing Squad" launched their attack, and suddenly two heads were pressed together.

The two kissed passionately, the laughter around them fading away. They secretly admired the evil spirits for being so considerate, leaving after doing their good deed.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, I heard a strange sound, like someone digging for something.

What are they digging for?

Bob and his friends looked in the direction of the sound and saw a pile of dirt dug to one side, next to which were two rectangular pits, just big enough for two adults to lie down.

Haha, what a coincidence!

The toy monkey grinned and said, "You've finished your mischief, now it's time for you to get going."

The other bouncy dolls: "Let's go! Let's go!"

"Quack, no! Mary—"

"Bob—"

Working together, the dolls quickly knocked Bob and Mary to their knees with a few punches and kicks.

"Hehehe! Go inside."

The evil spirits hurriedly threw the two into the pit and began to bury them in sand.

"Captain Monkey, Captain Monkey, you can't do this! I've done so much for the band, I want to see the boss, I want to see him..."

"Shut up! The thing musicians should stay away from most is emotion. You've broken the rules, and that will upset the boss. Are you stupid? I'm trying to save you... Someone, bury him right now!"

"The TV production team leader did it too, so why am I the only one being punished!"

"Who do you think you are! We'll talk when you become the captain."

……

At eight o'clock sharp.

The hustle and bustle around the old house subsided into silence, leaving only a peaceful and serene atmosphere.

Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong!

The doorbell kept ringing.

Someone has come to the door.

The door slowly opened, revealing two muscular Native Americans who gave the Warrens a wicked smile as they entered.

Ed Warren's eyelid twitched involuntarily, as if he sensed something was off. Something was definitely off about that look.

"Welcome to Grand House Number One. The master has been waiting for you."

"Guest, please follow me."

One person closed the door, while another led the way.

After the door was closed, the cold air intensified, and the temperature inside was significantly lower than outside.

Upon entering the dimly lit corridor, only the flickering candlelight illuminated the pitch-black passageway, occasionally punctuated by eerie, grotesque laughter.

In places where the light doesn't reach, it's as if countless eyes are hiding, secretly watching them.

The Warrens were experienced exorcists, and Rowling could even see ghosts with her own eyes.

There is no doubt that it was not an illusion.

Along the way, Rowling encountered many familiar ghosts, but this was the first time she had seen such a clear spirit.

Previously, due to insufficient power, many evil beings could not even fully manifest as spirits.

Those who show their faces are considered successful.

Now, they are grinning as they welcome the Warrens.

(End of this chapter)