American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 170 Beginning

After meeting, there is parting.

Claire Hamilton, a dancer from New York who dreams of performing Swan Lake, has successfully performed the unreleased version of the ballet that every ballerina dreams of.

Those who wanted to improve their dance skills also made it to a new level in these few days.

However, the school closed down, and the theater closed down too.

It seems like everything has gone back to the way it was before I came to Budapest.

Now, she is leaving.

Baling went to the airport to see her off.

Claire has no regrets after pursuing her dreams, but there are still some things she needs to tell her parents, whether it's the school closing down or her finding the right person.

"When will you come to find me?" Claire asked Baling with a smile before leaving.

"It will be as soon as possible, after I finish what I'm doing. You know, there are so many misfortunes happening in this world, even the ones right in front of us need to be dealt with in a queue."

"If it takes too long, I'll come find you. I already know where you live."

"You're welcome anytime; I'm already looking forward to it."

Fortunately, the family mansion was large enough that Baling didn't have to worry about not having a place to entertain guests.

After the hug, Claire boarded the plane and took a flight to New York.

Baling also had to take another flight to another state, and then take a vehicle back to his lake-view house.

after a while.

"Children, did you miss me?" Baling finally returned to his loyal old house.

"I've missed you so much, Lao Da."

……

Old houses in Rhode Island, lake-view rooms on Ocean Drive, Lost Lake Theatre, Bruckenthal Theatre.

In the basement of these haunted houses, there is a scarecrow with roots climbing all over the room.

Everything is ready.

Using the Lost Lake Grand Theatre as the focal point, haunted houses from various locations as source material, and circling black-eyed crows as signal amplifiers.

The ceremony has begun.

He wants to open a passage between Silent Hill and the human world.

The roots on the basement walls swayed wildly like thousands of snakes, and the woven straw bodies began to ignite, burning with the smell of sulfur.

Amidst the flickering flames, a grayish-white mist, like surging ocean waves, filled the entire room.

Above the rooftop, black-eyed crows circled, emitting piercing cries, and with each flap of their wings, a burning crow feather would fall.

The fog thickened, revealing distorted runes within it, and eerie whispers appeared intermittently.

As ceremonies unfolded across various locations, the environment at the Lost Lake Grand Theatre underwent significant changes.

Baling stood in the center of the stage, a powerful dark force bursting from his body, dark red flames gathering into a pillar of fire that expanded in all directions.

The stage, seats, walls, floor... everything seemed to be on fire, and ashes rose like snowflakes, rushing upwards towards the ceiling.

In the end, the ashes solidified into a "door," a door as gray and white as stone.

right in front of you.

Baling rose up and approached the stone gate.

Without hesitation, Baling pushed open the door and stepped into the passage.

In a long, foggy passage, only a single point of light at the very front provides guidance.

The deeper you go into Baling, the more familiar you feel – it's the call of your true self, and the feeling of home.

Before long, Baling reached the end of the passage, where there was another door, but it was tightly closed.

Finally, after going around in circles, he returned to this place, the place where the dream began.

Outside the door, Baling was suddenly overwhelmed with emotion, but his hand remained firmly pressed against the door.

Baling intended to push open the door and return to Silent Hill, but a resistance blocked him from behind it.

"What's going on?" Baling exerted force again, but the stone gate didn't budge; that's how strong the resistance was.

Baling tried several more times, but still couldn't open the door. This was very strange.

Logically speaking, if he exerts his power here, Alessa in Silent Hill should also be able to sense it.

With the two working together from the inside and outside, it should have been easy for them to open it.

"Could it be that Alessa has forgotten everything because she's been away from Silent Hill for so long?"

Baling had a guess, but felt it wasn't very reasonable.

"Hey! Open the door quickly. Alessa, it's my dear Uncle Baling."

Baling knocked on the door and called out, waiting for Alessa from Silent Hill to open it.

He could sense that, just behind the door, Alessa was awake.

At that moment, she had no reason not to open the door.

Without anyone cooperating with Baling from the inside, this passage cannot be stabilized. The materials required for a single ceremony are extremely expensive, and Baling is unwilling to waste any more time.

At that moment, Baling was preparing to force his way in.

Suddenly, the door opened a crack, and the familiar, awful air wafted in. Then, a small hand pulled Baling over.

Suddenly, everything went black before Baling's eyes.

……

The dizzying transformation of space.

Baling felt a few moments of discomfort, but he quickly regained his senses.

Baling is currently located in a secluded basement, a place that few people would notice.

I feel a little dizzy, but it's nothing serious.

Baling looked up and saw a small girl in a blue-purple dress—Alessa.

His feeling was right; Alessa had indeed woken up.

Surprisingly, Aresa's presence at this moment felt weaker than Baling had imagined.

It is even weaker than when it left.

"It's been a long time, Alessa." Baling opened her arms, ready for a long-awaited hug.

Alessa took a half step back, avoiding the hug, and stretched out her index finger to make a "shh" gesture.

What did you do?

Baling felt that Aresa's behavior was very strange, as if she was afraid of or avoiding something.

Boom boom boom!
Suddenly, a huge tremor occurred around them, and heavy, loud noises rang out one after another.

The house was shaking violently, and Baling could hear the sounds of buildings collapsing and the ground cracking. Outside, it seemed like there was a huge thing.

What happened?
The days he was away were surprisingly wonderful!

The shaking lasted for several tens of seconds.

Until the footsteps faded into the distance.

Aresa tiptoed to the wall, carefully parted the partition, and revealed a hole in the wall.

She looked up at the ground for half a minute before she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She turned around and smiled, "Welcome back, Baling."

It was a belated hug.

"Oh! Alessa, my Alessa. I've missed you so much, you're still so lovely... well, even... you've reversed the aging process."

Baling remembered that before Aresa fell asleep, her true form was more mature, but after waking up, she reverted to the form of a child.

"It's a long story, but it's also a manifestation of the decline in power."

Aresa couldn't help but smile bitterly. Although her body had recovered, her strength had severely deteriorated.

At this point, Aresa looked at Baling with a gaze that was half reproachful and half admiring:

"The reason this is all related to you. I don't know what big things you did outside, but your true form... went berserk."

(End of this chapter)