American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 153 Danger
"Alright. We can wait here for reinforcements and keep an eye on the items. Perhaps, with luck, we can resolve this soon."

The bespectacled man and the red-haired woman decided to stay here.

Going out to search for rescue is too tiring, so it's better to rest where we are and wait for someone to pass by.

Baling didn't mind, and simply took Maria with him to join the group, heading along the bend in the road to look for a possible rescue.

After all, the most important thing when you're out having fun is to relax. It's nice to occasionally pretend to be a normal person.

After everyone left, the bespectacled man and the red-haired woman began to talk about their feelings.

Little did they know, a pair of shadowy eyes hidden in the grass were already watching them.

A sense of impending doom was palpable over them, especially as they let their guard down.

Five minutes later, it was over.

Entering a period of deep reflection, the two began searching for something to pass the time.

The bespectacled man suddenly felt the urge to urinate and ran out of the nearby bushes to relieve himself.

At that moment, the redhead was rummaging through Chris's car; she had originally planned to drive into Baling's Maybach.

However, despite trying his best, he couldn't open the car door and had to give up.

the other side,
A hideous, deformed cannibal grinned, its yellow mouth and rotten teeth gleaming, and stealthily approached its prey, then grabbed it!
The faint sounds of struggle were muffled in his mouth. The bespectacled man's eyes widened, but the attacker was too strong, and he couldn't break free.

Today is his death day.

"Waaah!" The bespectacled man's neck was being strangled by a dirty arm, and his mouth was being covered, preventing him from making any cries for help.

Tear!

One of his ears was forcibly torn off, and the bespectacled man was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe. Suddenly, everything went black.

Finally, he was dragged into the jungle, leaving only a bloodied ear and broken glasses at the scene.

At this moment, the red-haired woman also realized something was wrong. Why was it so quiet around her? Where did the bespectacled man go?
No one responded when I called them?

"You rascal, where did you run off to? If you're here, just say something."

She got out of the car, calling out as she searched.

Unbeknownst to the red-haired woman, danger was slowly creeping up on her back; the deformed cannibal's hunched back resembled that of a predator about to pounce on its prey.

"Ahhh!"

The screams echoed through the forest, startling a flock of birds, before finally coming to an abrupt end.

……

Three men and three women: an engaged couple, a couple who are strangers, and a couple who will be friends for life.

As they walked side by side, Maria unknowingly moved closer to Baling.

Honestly, besides Baling, this place has the least sense of danger and pressure. Although there was a slight mishap on the trip, it was alright; we treated it as a picnic.

Walking in the middle of the group, Maria happily talked about what she had seen and heard at school, and then asked about Baling's travel plans. It was as if she wanted to pour out all the loneliness she had felt during her period of reflection.

Baling listened quietly, occasionally responding with short but forceful words such as "um," "okay," and "oh."

We walked a long way.

It's all green, nothing but green.

This forest was unexpectedly large. In the vast sea of ​​trees, thankfully there were muddy yellow paths to walk on, otherwise, if you plunged into the forest, you would quickly lose your way.

Chris had looked at the map and roughly remembered the way, so he kept heading in a clear direction.

Arrived.

In a place filled with abandoned and broken vehicles, there is a wooden house.

There are still people living in these deep mountains and forests.

It’s weird.

Chris, who was leading the way, was confused but didn't have time to think about it. He had urgent business to attend to elsewhere, and finding a place to contact the outside world was the most important thing. After calling out loudly outside the house, there was no response; it seemed no one was home.

Without hesitation, Chris, who was in the most hurry, opened the door and went inside.

It's obvious that people live there.

There were still food scraps left on the table—blackened, leftover roasted meat.

A jumble of small objects, hanging knives, and dark red bloodstains everywhere. Something about this room seems off.

Maria felt a vague unease and subconsciously moved closer to Baling.

Baling gently comforted him, "Don't panic, it's just that many people have died here."

Maria's eyes trembled, and she gasped. She remembered the horrific serial killer from Greenwood County. Could it be that... there was one here too?
Baling gave him an approving look, but the others were not as calm as he was.

"Are you kidding me, bro?" The curly-haired guy in the yellow shirt twitched his lips, his eyes revealing fear. "This isn't funny, bro."

Baling: "Are you scared?!"

Curly-haired guy: "No, no. I was worried you'd scare people."

Baling casually pointed to two rooms inside and said definitively:
"Someone recently died in this room, so the smell of blood is still fresh. In that room, there's a putrid smell, so the person who died there has been dead for some time."

"Since you're not afraid, why not go and take a look?"

Baling gestured, but the curly-haired guy, unwilling to lose face and not believing Baling's lies, gritted his teeth and charged forward!
The curly-haired guy walked up to his girlfriend Carly with his head held high and chest out. Then, as if to prove his courage, he opened the door to the room and pulled open a dilapidated refrigerator inside.

The pungent odor of human organs inside the refrigerator immediately triggered everyone's senses.

A chill ran down their spines, and they warily scanned their surroundings.

Bang! Another door opened.

In the bathtub filled with blood, a pale hand reached out, and without a doubt, Baling had been right once again.

Then, a large number of flesh and blood remains were discovered, and now we had no choice but to believe it.

Moreover, judging from the meat on the plate and the bare bones, they may have encountered cannibals.

"How did you know?" Scott, the curly-haired guy, asked in surprise.

Baling said calmly, "Under my eyes, evil has nowhere to hide!"

Regardless of all that, Baling's tone remained calm on the surface, but he felt displeased inside.

These cannibals, damn them!
"Go! There's a serial killer here! We need to go back quickly."

If they stay here, they might run into the returning ogres, so they need to leave as soon as possible.

Just then, the sound of a car came from outside the door.

They're back!
"Escape! Go through the back door!" Chris whispered urgently. The others didn't even consider fighting back.

There are two cars outside, making it difficult to determine the number of people, and we also don't know if there are guns on the other side.

"Why run away? There are six of us, we have the advantage!" Baling, however, was different. He walked to the window and observed the newcomers.

The people in the car were found to be deformed, with messy hair like beggars, and did not seem like any formidable opponents.

He was identified as a low-level henchman.

"You're insane! We're just ordinary people, we don't have guns, how can we fight against these cannibals who have killed so many people?"

Chris tried to persuade Baling not to fight, but Baling wouldn't listen. His eyes scanned the room, but he still didn't pick up the hanging knife.

These things were too dirty, and Baling found them disgusting.

"If you're scared, hide under the bed and don't make a sound. It'll be over soon."

Baling gave a brief instruction, his gaze gradually turning cold. He was determined to destroy everything that made him unhappy.

(End of this chapter)