American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 161 Police Officer
Baling repeated himself politely and kindly.

No one answered, because most people looked completely dazed.

"What an old geezer, he can't even speak properly. Aren't there any rational young people out there?" Baling frowned.

There was no other way but to resort to a little trick.

With his cheeks slightly puffed out, Baling let out a long breath, and a gust of cold wind suddenly arose, making the cemetery even more eerie and terrifying.

After absorbing a bit of pure dark power, its translucent body solidified slightly, and at that moment, its long-lost intelligence returned.

After hesitating for a moment, as if in thought, the spirits finally reacted. They turned their bodies, raised their hands, and extended their fingers.

Each finger, perfectly in sync, pointed in the same direction.

That's Jamie's location.

But it wasn't referring to him, but rather to the puppet beside him—Billy.

"That puppet looks ordinary, nothing special."

Maria glanced at him from afar and saw that Billy the puppet was just a dull puppet.

Billy the puppet lay quietly on the ground, without uttering a word.

It turns out that the puppet was a creation of Mary Shaw, and it didn't look particularly impressive on the outside.

Jamie, standing nearby, unconsciously gripped his shovel tighter. The man and woman seemed to be acting like lunatics, spouting nonsensical and incomprehensible words; it was utterly bizarre.

"Bro, you don't mind if I touch your puppet, do you?" Baling walked over slowly with a smile.

"No way!" Jamie shouted in protest.

"show me."

"do not want!"

"This is an evil object; you can't handle it. Listen to me, give it to me quickly. Your uncle is here to save your life." Baling reasoned with him and appealed to his emotions.

"How do you know it?"

"It's seen with the eyes."

"You believe it's an evil entity?"

"Believe me, I'm that capable; I saw it at a glance. And that's not all I saw. I know you just lost your wife and have an unborn child. Bro, my condolences."

As the gathered spirits returned to their respective boxes, some rather unusual ghosts caught Baling's attention.

Their mouths were wide open, but they had no tongues inside, and they moved stiffly, like puppets.

They lingered for a long time, and two of them arrived later. One was a woman holding a small, round fetus with tiny bumps, which suggested it was a boy.

Baling's perception allows her to vaguely sense the connection between the three, mainly because the fetus maintains their relationship.

"What did you say! What nonsense are you spouting!"

It seemed that Baling's words had triggered something in Jamie, and he suddenly became unusually agitated.

"Calm down! Don't let anger cloud your judgment."

Baling pointed a finger from a distance, and a dark red light shot out from the tip of his finger, heading straight for Jamie's forehead.

Jamie shuddered involuntarily, and then he saw it.

Lisa, the wife who is preserved in her posthumous appearance, holds a fetus with nascent facial features in her arms.

"No!" Jamie's eyes filled with pain, tears welling up as he collapsed to his knees, pounding the ground helplessly.

"Why...why is God doing this to me!"

"Lisa—!"

Jamie grabbed the puppet Billy and began punching and kicking it mercilessly to vent his anger. Not satisfied with that, he then brandished a shovel and began smashing things indiscriminately. Soon, Jamie had Billy scattered everywhere, puppet parts strewn across the floor.

After venting his anger, the flames of revenge burned in his eyes.

Jamie rallied, determined to finish what he hadn't done—revenge.

"Master, you have such power, please save me! I am quite wealthy and will definitely repay you."

Jamie, disregarding his pride, clung tightly to Baling's leg, hoping to get a helping hand.

"Alas! Since you are so sincere, I will help you." Baling looked compassionate and helped Jamie up, assuring him that everything would be alright.

The most important thing in life is to look forward and not dwell on pain all day long.

"Well, Jamie, you've finally shown your true colors." A police officer named America, dressed in a trench coat, appeared leisurely from the side, seemingly out of nowhere.

"These are your accomplices. What conspiracy are you plotting in the middle of the night? Tell me the truth."

Officer Lipton looked righteous, his right hand already on the gun handle, ready to empty the magazine at any moment.

"Murder! Aren't you scared? The body is shattered all over the ground. Hurry up and get a bag to put it all in." Baling, unfazed, pointed to the pieces of Billy on the ground and threatened.

How dare you provoke us!

This is no ordinary criminal; we must be on high alert.

Lipton's alertness instantly spiked, and he immediately gripped his police pistol in front of him, cautiously observing the crowd.

A few minutes later, after figuring out the truth, he was furious. It turned out that the so-called corpse was actually a puppet.

Lacking concrete evidence, Lipton could do nothing to Jamie and the others, so he had to give up.

But as he left, he said, "I'll be keeping an eye on you."

After the police officer drove away, no new figures were added to the cemetery.

"What should we do now?" Jamie asked eagerly, as he was impatient and wished he could get to Mary Shaw that very night.

He had a premonition that if he joined forces with Baling, they would surely wreak havoc.

As we all know, there are certain procedures to follow before fighting the final boss.

So you can't rush it.

Baling calmly said, "We'll talk about it tomorrow. I'm tired tonight, so I'll rest first. Tomorrow, you go to the town to gather intelligence. After we've collected the information, I'll set off with you to eliminate evil."

Silent all night.

The next day.

Jamie went to the funeral home and got some new information from the owner, Old Henry. Then Jamie pieced together the information from his father.

It turns out that the so-called Mary Shaw was a real person. She used to be a ventriloquist in the small town. A large theater by Lost Lake was where Mary Shaw often performed. Many years ago, when Old Henry was still Young Henry, he went there once and witnessed her amazing performance.

Mary Shaw put on a wonderful performance using a ventriloquist puppet. But during that performance, a child named Michael Anson pointed out that her lips were moving, and that it wasn't the puppet's voice, but her own voice.

Weeks later, the boy disappeared. Mary Shaw was subsequently murdered. She was killed by the Anson family and other townspeople who forced her to scream, cut out her tongue, and finally killed her.

According to her will, Henry's father had her made into a puppet and buried her with her 101 puppets.

After the burial, strange things began to happen in the town.

Those who were involved in the incident were all punished by Mary Shaw; they died one by one, their tongues were taken away, and even their wives and children could not escape the fate.

Just like Jamie's wife, Lisa, and her death.

With intelligence gathered and the location of the BOSS room confirmed, it was time for the Baling group to set off.

(End of this chapter)