American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 160 Cemetery
Small town hospital.

Bright, heavily pregnant, was brought here for treatment.

After taking the X-rays, the doctors have already planned the corresponding surgical procedure.

First, the large watermelon inside his stomach must be removed; otherwise, Bright will surely die.

To be honest, it's a miracle that he's still alive.

With his face contorted in pain, Bright trembled violently, his body drenched in cold sweat, and his face as pale as a corpse.

Even so, he still lives, as if some force sustains his life.

The agonizing screams never stopped, and even when the pain was so intense that he was almost delirious, he did not faint. The town doctor praised his strong willpower.

The operation has begun.

No anesthesia was used because it wouldn't have any effect; Brian just wouldn't collapse, even though the dosage exceeded the human body's tolerance limit.

"Hmm hmm ahhhhh..."

Bound to the operating table, Brian, still conscious, had his skin sliced ​​open layer by layer by the scalpel. The excruciating tearing pain made him wish he could die right then and there.

The blade cut from below the xiphoid process all the way down to below the navel.

After the layers of barriers were cut off, the abdominal cavity was finally exposed.

A large, blood-stained watermelon came into the doctors' view.

"How did they manage to do that? Such a big thing, and they managed to fit it in!" the surgeon exclaimed in astonishment. In all his years of medical practice, this was the first time he had ever seen anything like it.

"Child, don't panic, the pain will be over soon."

"No! No! Quack! Don't touch it! Stop...stop—!"

As the doctor prepared to separate the large watermelon from its belly, Bright screamed in panic. He strongly resisted the doctor's actions, as if... it would kill him!
Are you the doctor, or am I the doctor?
The surgeon ignored Bright's screams and immediately began to work.

Through the gloves, the doctor touched the large watermelon; a faint warmth emanated from it, giving him a comforting feeling.

then.

The warmth spread rapidly, as if it were about to... explode!

The doctor instinctively let go.

Then, the watermelon suddenly burst open, the rind and flesh violently impacting the abdominal cavity, tearing the fragile body to pieces.

Blood gushed upwards like a fountain, shattering the surgical lights overhead and reaching all the way to the ceiling.

Bright, cosplaying as Astro Boy, launched his limbs out like cannonballs, crashing into the four corners of the operating room.

All that remained was a tattered torso and a neck held together by a sliver of skin, dangling on the operating table.

Judging from the broken, pale cervical vertebrae, Bright was definitely dead.

The doctors and nurses were so terrified by what they were witnessing that they were speechless and unable to utter a single complete sentence.

His eyes revealed a terrifying fear.

At this point, the entire Eden Lake group of six has gone to hell.

……

"You must come on our wedding day."

"It will definitely come."

After a thrilling and exciting camping trip at Eden Lake, Steve felt uneasy, thinking that if he didn't do some things sooner, it would be too late.

After much hesitation, Steve proposed to his girlfriend Jenny in front of Baling and Maria.

They bought a shotgun from the town's gun shop. The thoughtful Baling gave the shotgun as a gift to Steve and his wife.

Steve looked solemn, extended his hands, and accepted this special gift.

A few days later, Steve and his fiancée Jenny boarded a plane bound for Africa, their next stop being the scorching African continent.

Baling will then head to its next destination – the town of Ravensfield.

A quiet night.

Everything around was quiet.

At this hour, most people are already asleep. Even if they aren't asleep, it's normal for a person not to come to a cemetery at this hour.

A car is parked at the town's cemetery.

Why come to this eerie place in the middle of the night?
Because this creates a better atmosphere.

Baling said this.

The temperature was a bit low at night, and the condensation of white mist created a very atmospheric effect.

"Why didn't you ask the locals during the day, instead of coming to the cemetery at night?"

Maria yawned and voiced her doubts.

"The best locals are right here. Why go far away when you can find them here?"

Baling's gaze pierced through the darkness, sweeping over the tombstones standing on the graves.

"Where? I can't see it." Maria scanned her surroundings again and again, but she couldn't find a single ghost.

However, deep within the cemetery, there was a person diligently digging a grave.

At that moment, upon hearing Maria and Baling's conversation, the gravedigger in the dark looked over warily and put down his shovel.

It's so late, and there's still someone else besides him!

Jamie, the man who dug the grave, came here as a local to bury an evil puppet.

Unfortunately, this always involves running into complete strangers.

Could it be that the damn police officer has caught up with us?
Jamie had a guess, but quickly dismissed it, because the visitor was accompanied by a woman, unlike the lone police officer.

Out of caution, Jamie turned his attention to Baling.

Baling also saw Jamie, and the strange puppet beside him.

But he didn't care about these things; he was just an ordinary person and didn't need to worry.

An invisible light shone in all directions, and Baling seemed to transform into a lighthouse in the night, guiding and summoning the sleeping spirits.

The once empty cemetery was now filled with translucent spirits crawling out from the grave mounds.

Like moths drawn to a flame, they staggered and gathered around Baling.

Before long, the place was filled with people.

"Where did they go before? They hid so well!" Maria was somewhat taken aback; she was still too young.

"He's probably sleeping. For some reason, he's stuck in the human world, and he just lies there to pass the time when he's bored," Baling speculated.

Baling clapped his hands, drawing all the attention of the onlookers to himself, even though he was already conspicuous enough.

"Alright. Dear uncles and aunts, could any kind soul tell me where Mary Shaw is right now?"

"Aba Aba..."

Aside from the ramblings of the madman, no spirit gave a clear answer; it was as if... they couldn't hear it, or couldn't understand what it was saying.

Over time, the consciousness of these fragile spirits has been eroded, which is why they prefer to hibernate.

This way, you'll disappear more slowly.

"I'll do it! A bunch of old fogies, they won't listen to reason, they'll have to suffer the consequences. I'm going to give them a good beating!"

Alan, manipulating the doll's body, was already eager to try.

Facing a group of elderly, weak, sick, and disabled people, her courage and confidence grew rapidly.

Finally, it was her turn to show off her skills.

"Shut up, Alan! You have no manners! Where are your morals? Where are your standards?"

Baling raised an eyebrow and reprimanded Ailan for her rude behavior.

We should try to be polite first, then resort to force. How can we resort to violence just because we disagree with someone?

this is not right.

(End of this chapter)