American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 152 Countryside
The archives dedicated to Baling are still being prepared.

The Warrens plan to hold a few lectures to build up buzz after solving the next paranormal case, then invite a TV interview to generate high interest, and finally release some big news, sell books, and complete the task entrusted to them.

During this time, Baling made a special trip back to the century-old Rhode Island house with a crooked tree not far from the front door.

Because the house was haunted and Baling had the power of money, he successfully took over the house after spending enough money.

Today, Baling boasts two grand mansions, making it a formidable and promising young powerhouse.

The basement of a century-old house in Rhode Island.

The entrance was sealed off, and a tall, golden scarecrow stood alone deep inside the basement.

Straws, like roots taking hold of the earth, spread outwards, covering the floor, walls, and ceiling.

Gradually, this scarecrow's body will completely gain control of the house.

Having accomplished this, Baling left the house.

From then on, life gradually entered a period of calm.

……

"What? A graduation trip!"

Baling was driving his Maybach around for the first time in a long time when he suddenly received a message from Maria.

I said I would invite him to my graduation trip, a trip that we could take on a whim.

Baling thought for a while and then agreed.

Since there's nothing urgent to do anyway, and I haven't found a new house yet, and I haven't encountered anyone I'm destined to meet in my dream explorations, I might as well go out for a walk and enjoy the beautiful scenery of America.

a few days later.

Green Rose, a remote rural area in West Virginia.

Maria was driving her Maybach on the highway when a vehicle overturned ahead of her. It was a truck loaded with chemicals, and it would take at least several hours to clear the road.

So she decided to take the back path.

Maria was overjoyed to have been accepted into a good university, but her brow seemed a little downcast.
"Why does it feel like I haven't appeared in a long time?"

Baling, in the passenger seat, picked up a straw doll with a rather ugly face and began to fine-tune its details. He glanced sideways at Maria:

"That's how it is when you're alone and reflecting. It's normal that no one sees it; otherwise, how could you secretly improve?"

"Is that right?"

“It must be. Don’t you think so, Anna Alan?” Baling shook the ugly doll in her hand.

The Ugly Doll's lips moved slightly: "Hehe!"

This is a body that Baling wove by hand, a graduation gift for Mary Adam. It was custom-made to house the spirit of Mary Adam's twin sister, Alan.

Because it is a high-end product handcrafted by a master craftsman, it is adaptable and can evolve to a certain extent.

Specifically, what should have been a cute face was transformed into Annabelle's horrifyingly ugly face.

Perhaps in this world, a doll with this appearance is more suitable for a spirit to reside in.

"You're so ugly! Are you doing this on purpose? I'm going to strangle you!"

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Ailan reached out her small hand and tried to grab Baling's neck, but the injury was insignificant.

"Nonsense! Your appearance reflects your heart. I wasn't this ugly before, it must be your heart that's ugly, your heart that's ugly."

"I..." Uglydoll took a deep breath and fainted from anger.

The spirit has gone offline.

This is how master craftsmanship works. This is also the first time Baling has made a body for someone else, so it's normal for there to be some minor flaws. They can be easily corrected with technical adjustments.

We turned around from the highway and went down to a country road.

Maria headed north.

Following the roadside signs, Maria drove into an area that was becoming increasingly de-urbanized.

Maria wouldn't have done that if she were alone. America's country is sparsely populated; if she went to a strange and remote place, she might die and never be found again. But with Baling accompanying her, her safety was fully guaranteed.

Buildings became increasingly rare in the field of vision, with lush green trees on both sides.

Maria gripped the steering wheel, a look of confusion on her face, unsure of where the car had taken her.

"Drive boldly forward, the road is wide open." Baling didn't take it seriously.

Although the cell phone signal was very weak and the navigation was useless, as long as you drive along the road, you will eventually reach a populated area.

Speed ​​up! Speed ​​up! Speed ​​up!
Hurry up and get off this path.

The engine roared loudly, the car sped past, kicking up a cloud of dust.

puff!
The tire suddenly burst, punctured by something on the road. The car veered and continued forward a short distance before crashing into a white car that was parked across the middle of the road.

Bang.

A bicycle hanging from the back of the white car was smashed to pieces on the spot.

There was a car crash.

After getting off the bus, Maria gave an awkward smile and glanced at Baling.

Baling waved his hand, indicating that no further words were needed, with a confident smile.

It's a trivial matter.

He's got money to burn, so he's not afraid of running out of money to pay up.

Several young people emerged from the jungle and hurried to Baling and Maria. The vehicle that had been hit belonged to their group.

A man in a yellow shirt stepped forward and asked with concern, "Are you alright?"

Baling: "It's alright, my clothes are just a little dirty. It's just that the tire is flat and the front of the car is wrecked."

After scanning the crowd again and finding no one injured, Baling added, "Don't worry, I'll take responsibility for all losses."

"This is my mother's car, you..." The red-haired woman, presumably the car owner, was very agitated and about to unleash a string of curses, but upon seeing Baling's face, her tone suddenly softened, "Your contact information..."

"Hey! Hey!" A bespectacled man walked over and said to the red-haired woman, "Francine! Don't do that. Don't joke like that."

"Get out of the way!" someone shouted, and people quickly scrambled to the side.

Bang!
Suddenly, a car crashed into the rear of the Maybach, denting the rear.

"Hehe, a newcomer has arrived." Baling was cheerful and didn't take it to heart; that's the easygoing nature of a wealthy man.

A man in a blue shirt got off the car, apologizing profusely.

half an hour.

After discussing it together, everyone sorted things out.

The cause was that some inconsiderate person carelessly placed barbed wire.

Two cars had their tires punctured, and the last one was hit by a car driven while distracted.

However, each person voluntarily assumed their respective compensation obligations, thus resolving the biggest point of contention.

Now, all that's left to do is wait for someone to come and tow the vehicle away.

However, the signal here is poor, so I can't make phone calls, and there's no internet access either.

"America's signal coverage is poor, she's already been given anesthesia."

Baling tapped his phone and found it was now as hard as a brick.

Jesse suggested going to a gas station a few kilometers away, where they might be able to use their cell phones.

Chris, who arrived last, denied it, saying that it was like there was a signal jammer there, and there was no signal at all.

Out of desperation, some people suggested following the path to the next location.

(End of this chapter)