American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 164 Future
Under the pull of the straw binding her, the terrifying old woman gradually became docile.

Then, the spiderweb-like straw began to deform, wrapping and folding around Mary Shaw, and soon, a person was compressed into a perfectly round ball.

With a thud, the ball fell to the ground and rolled all the way to Baling's feet.

Baling bent down to pick it up and tossed it to Jamie, who was standing nearby.

"Here you go, Mary Shaw is inside the ball."

Jamie's hateful eyes were fixed on the small ball in his hand; if he could, he would want to destroy it right now.

But because I wasn't a professional, I didn't dare to act recklessly.

Then, the group explored the house and discovered a hidden wooden puppet.

That was Michael Anson, a member of the Anson family who disappeared seventy years ago.

A case from many years ago was solved, and Officer Lipton became the biggest winner without lifting a finger.

The matter has been temporarily resolved, but only partially.

The rest of the journey will take us back to the Anson family mansion.

There, Baling believes there will be more surprises.

Judging by the feel of the ball, Baling felt that Mary Shaw, who had been arrested, was a bit too light, as if something was missing.

Where is the missing piece?

"Every member of the Anson family must die!"

Mary Shaw's earlier words had already provided the answer.

The Anson family home is a large house built in the last century.

Outside, there was lightning and thunder, and inside the house, it was pitch black and frightening.

despair!
Press the switch, and the room will be bright instantly.

Baling looked speechlessly at the others who were walking cautiously, feeling that they were stupid. Why were they wandering around with an oil lamp in the middle of the night without turning on the lights? Did they not have enough electricity?
Shortly after entering the house, a blonde woman came down the steps to greet Jamie and the others.

"Oh! Jamie, it's so late. I didn't expect you to bring friends over."

The stepmother, named Ella, was wearing pajamas. She seemed to have just woken up, her eyes still glazed over.

"We'll only stay for a short while, we'll be leaving soon." Jamie didn't want to linger.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Ella asked kindly.

"Do not……"

Jamie was about to refuse when Baling continued, following up on the conversation:
"Excuse me, yes, I need to take something from you."

Ella looked puzzled: "What is it?"

"Your life!" Baling snatched Officer Lipton's shotgun and pointed the dark muzzle at Ella's head.

With a gun suddenly pointed at her head, Ella froze in place, her eyes brimming with genuine fear:

"No! What did I do wrong? Why are you killing me..."

Tears streamed down Ella's face as she looked like a pitiful little woman being threatened; after all, she was just an ordinary stepmother now.

Baling said mercilessly, "Because you are not human, but a monster, and monsters are death!"

Monster? Impossible!
Fear flashed in Ella's eyes, and her steps faltered. She staggered backward, calling out:

"I'm not a monster! I'm not a monster! I'm a human being, officer! Officer, please help me!"

The righteous Lipton turned his head away, seemingly unable to bear witnessing the horrific scene that was about to unfold.

"Further words are useless, evil spirit, quickly reveal yourself."

Immediately, Baling pulled the trigger, and the beautiful head exploded like a ripe, rotten tomato, revealing a large gap. The exposed half of the skull was missing its brain, leaving only a shattered container filled with a pool of liquid of unknown composition.

"Does it have to be this extreme? We're all trying our best to live, can't you just give us a way out?"

The ugly old woman evil spirit, Mary Shaw, gradually emerged in Ella's body. Knowing she couldn't fight back, she could only beg Baling to spare her.

Even though Mary Shaw promised to live a peaceful life as a ghost and never cause trouble again, Baling still refused. They'd almost wiped out everyone; she thought she could just turn over a new leaf? There was no such thing as a free lunch.

"How can someone like you change?"

Baling shook his head, then, as if taming a sprite, punched Mary Shaw unconscious, folded her over, kneaded her a few times to compress her volume, and stuffed her into the straw ball he had just made.

After that, everything was really settled.

Since the stepmother was also "reformed," will the father, who suffered a stroke and became paralyzed two months ago, also have problems?

Even Jamie, who didn't have much of a father-son bond, felt a pang of guilt at the thought of this possibility.

As expected, my guess was right.

When Jamie finally found his father, he discovered that his father was already dead. His body had been hollowed out and transformed into a puppet by Mary Shaw.

The father's voice was being controlled by Mary Shaw from behind.

The family is just missing Jamie to complete it.

Fortunately, Jamie survived.

Unfortunately, he was all alone now.

Life must go on. To express his gratitude for Baling's contributions, Jamie, who inherited his ancestors' fortune with tears in his eyes, is willing to give a large sum of money.

Baling didn't ask for much, only requesting that Jamie buy the grand theater next to Lost Lake, as he had his eye on it.

The Grand Theatre has a nice environment; with proper renovations, it will become another beautiful place.

……

The enjoyable holiday flew by.

After Maria started school, life in Baling returned to normal, and he resumed his dull and monotonous life as a rich man.

After getting up, I went to the window and embraced the sunshine.

In the restaurant, Baling, holding a knife and fork, sat at the head of the table, the cloying aroma of sugar already filling his nostrils.

Freshly prepared daily, these lavish breakfasts, the culinary masterpieces that represent a chef's life's work, are placed one by one from the food cart onto the long table.

The captain, standing to the side with the television set, handed Baling a piece of paper listing the strange and interesting stories to watch that day.

This was selected by a group of evil spirits from the Collection Room Orchestra who collected and analyzed intelligence daily.

The word "Los Angeles" appears quite frequently.

Words like angel, demon, exorcist, and alchemist also appear quite frequently.

According to intelligence analysis, most of the outcasts living in Los Angeles are quite well-behaved and haven't caused any major disturbances.

It seems that a kind of dynamic balance has been reached between them.

With his index finger gently tapping on the long wooden table, Baling, deep in thought, picked up a cup of warm black tea and took a sip.

Then, without looking up, he said, "Son, you should pay attention to your manners. We are now in a cultured upper class."

The person next to him, Alan, who had just sat down and was not yet very familiar with his new body, leaned back stiffly, his teacup trembling like a Parkinson's patient.

"Mind your own business. You're even more nagging than my dad."

The warm black tea swayed and spilled onto the wooden floor.

"Beep beep! The robot vacuum cleaner is here."

The pink and blue box-like evil spirit with multiple arms crawled in the shadows, skillfully cleaning up the filth.

While reading today's highlights, Baling leisurely ate his breakfast, but a question lingered in his mind.

For some reason, he felt that more and more unusual things were happening.

Perhaps, something big is about to happen in the near future.

(End of this chapter)