American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 163 Puppet
A tranquil grand theater.

The footsteps were clearly audible, and the rotten wooden floor creaked underfoot.

Following the stairs.

Upon reaching the second floor, a chilling wind blew through the tattered curtains, creating an exceptionally cold atmosphere.

Inspector Lipton, who prided himself on his bravery, couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. But since he was already there, it would be quite pathetic for him to run back outside alone now.

The faint light of the small oil lamp dispelled the darkness, and as they reached a corner, something strange happened.

"Ahead lies a dead end."

A blonde, twin-tailed puppet leaning against the wall suddenly spoke with a high-pitched female voice as its mouth opened and closed.

Lipton's hand trembled, and he nearly fired the gun accidentally, but he managed to control it in time, though his heart was still pounding wildly.

"Ahead lies a dead end."

The twin-tailed puppet could only repeat this one sentence. Baling reached out and grabbed the wood, touching it everywhere, and found a wind-up key on the back of the puppet.

After playing with it for a while, I found that the face was quite realistic, but the body structure was very different from the works I made by hand.

Collect the puppets and continue forward. Soon, another new puppet appears.

"Stop here, no further passage allowed."

Baling ignored everything and picked it up again.

Next, every short distance you walk, a new puppet will appear, unlocking new voice lines.

"Warning! Warning! No advancing!"

"If you dare to invade, I will make sure you suffer a crushing defeat."

"Take one more step forward, and I will make my move."

"We don't interfere with each other, so why are you pressing me so hard!"

"I'm really angry."

"Please, don't come any closer."

"..."

From an unyielding attitude to righteous warnings, and finally to desperate pleas.

The puppet's attitude became increasingly gentle, and its voice increasingly humble.

Anyone could see that the person behind it was very wary of the arrival of the crowd.

"The more the enemy fears us, the more it means we've done the right thing."

Baling handed over all the puppets he had collected to the three people behind him to carry, while he himself carried an oil lamp and set off lightly.

After walking through several corridors, we arrived at a room.

The room was furnished with a lot of furniture, and posters were pasted on the walls. Next to a dressing table, there was a suitcase lying on the floor.

Upon opening the box, one finds a book about puppet making, likely Mary Shaw's personal handbook.

Without hesitation, he took it all and, without wasting any more time, went straight to the place with the heaviest yin energy.

Inside the spacious room were materials for making puppets, eyeballs soaking in glass jars, and a workbench for making limbs.

But this is not the point.

Baling lifted a red cloth covering the area, revealing a giant glass display case of figurines.

Inside most of the cabinets, there is a lifelike wooden puppet.

If you include the ones you picked up on the road, and add them to the ones in the cabinet, you'll have exactly one hundred puppets.

"So, all one hundred missing puppets have returned! Who did this?!" Lipton frowned. To investigate the case, he had been to the cemetery and discovered that all the burial puppets were missing.

At first, he thought it was Jamie who did it, but now it seems that someone else did it.

Kaka!

The sound of joints twisting is the puppets in the cabinet turning their heads one by one, their eyes moving in the same direction.

Crunch!

In the darkness, a rocking chair swayed back and forth, illuminated by an oil lamp, revealing a red-haired Mediterranean clown.

"Wow, it's an Easter egg version." Baling looked at it with great interest; the clown's image was quite well-known.

“Mary Shaw, you’ve finally come out.”

"Hehehe! It's me. Since you won't leave, then I'll come."

Appearing behind the clown puppet, an old woman with white hair protruded from behind a long tongue made up of many tongues, like a venomous snake about to bite.

She floated in the air, devoid of any life.

"You killed Lisa!" Jamie demanded angrily upon seeing the person in charge.

“I did it. Any member of the Anson family should die!” Mary Shaw admitted.

Mary Shaw flew back to the large glass case, looking down at the crowd with a sinister gaze.

Officer Lipton's worldview was being severely shaken; he wasn't sure if the gun in his hand could withstand the impact.

“Leave now, and I can pretend nothing happened. Otherwise, I and the nearly one hundred children behind me will surely overwhelm you.” Mary Shaw did not want to clash with Baling, because she knew she might not be a match for him.

At the cemetery, using the power from Annabelle, Baling acted as a beacon, sending out summoning signals to a radius of half a mile. This not only awakened the sleeping ghosts but also deeply attracted Mary Shaw, who was hiding hundreds of meters away and observing from the shadows.

I almost lost control and rushed back to the cemetery.

But being a seventy-year-old ghost, she managed to suppress the allure.

He already has this kind of strength before even making a move. If a fight broke out, he would surely be kicked to death.

Therefore, Mary Shaw avoided it whenever possible.

But while she could hide, her children had nowhere to hide.

If I had known, I wouldn't have dug it up.

But the die was cast, and in order to protect her puppet, Mary Shaw stepped forward against all odds.

She believes that, on her home turf, she might still have a fighting chance.

"Your skills are good, but you're no good as a human being, and you're no good as a ghost either. You've done all sorts of bad things, there's no saving you, so I've come to send you on your way."

Baling has gotten what she wanted, and Mary Shaw's value has greatly diminished.

"Why are you forcing me! I just want a peaceful life!"

Mary Shaw seemed very indignant, and she screamed.

The seven or eight puppets being held on other people suddenly started moving, like a vibrator turned up to its maximum. The fear they brought was no less than that of a cockroach attacking your face.

Without the slightest warning or hesitation, Maria quickly dropped the puppet and screamed loudly.

Officer Lipton couldn't help himself either; his mouth gaped open, and a panicked cry escaped his lips.

Double kill! Double kill!

Mary Shaw was trembling with excitement and flew over at top speed, intending to snatch both tongues at once.

If damage is caused, Baling will inevitably slow down in order to save the lives of the injured, giving them enough time to be transferred.

This plan was brilliant; even Mary Shaw had to admire her own wisdom.

However, things did not go as she wished.

An ordinary straw entanglement struck Mary Shaw, who was flying at high speed, causing her to crash mid-air, her limbs spread out and stuck to the surface of a large glass cabinet.

"Why..."

"For my beloved child, I must win!"

"Quack! Kids, come help me!"

Mary Shaw was unable to move, and with her mouth gagged, she was calling out in ventriloquism.

Boom!

Several bullets struck his head, blasting the glass cabinet and the puppets behind it to smithereens.

Officer Lipton's shooting, though accurate, was ineffective.

Several more straws were used to entangle Mary Shaw's spirit, covering her entire body like an insect in a spider's web, leaving her powerless to struggle.

(End of this chapter)