American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 175 Driver
Lake view rooms on Ocean Avenue.

Baling lay lazily on the luxurious sofa, holding a bucket of sweet popcorn in his hands.

His favorite program was playing on the large television screen directly opposite him.

The show is exciting and thrilling, and it gets your blood pumping.

Johnny! Johnny! We love you!

On the large television screen, a motorcyclist wearing a helmet suddenly stretched out his hands.

It was just a simple, cool pose, but it garnered a huge response.

puff!puff!
Upon receiving the hand signal, the set-up device was activated, flames ignited ahead, and fireworks burned on both sides of the track.

The audience's enthusiastic cheers were even hotter than flames:
"Hot-Blooded Johnny! Hot-Blooded Johnny!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--!"

Johnny! Yay!

Johnny Blaise, a renowned stunt driver from Texas, is about to push his limits once again.

The motorcycle engine was roaring, and Johnny, a man who looked incredibly hot, was riding his beloved motorcycle with the throttle fully engaged, constantly increasing his speed.

Sprint! Sprint! Sprint!

Such a wonderful performance will certainly not disappoint his audience!

After accelerating to its limit, the motorcycle soared high into the air after crashing through the wall of fire, and Johnny leaped over obstacle course after obstacle course below.

We made it! We made it!
The entire audience immediately stood up, and even the evil spirit of the television set sitting on a small stool in front of the television screen showed reverence.

"Wow! He did it! Johnny did it! Boss, did you see that? He did it!"

The television set's evil spirit cheered.

"It's too early to be happy."

Baling didn't take it seriously, and just stuffed a few more popcorn into his mouth. In his opinion, Johnny was going to be in trouble now.

Johnny drove his motorcycle over numerous obstacles and landed on the opposite landing lane.

then.

He immediately collapsed.

Baling's judgment was correct.

The motorcycle was unstable upon landing, and as it swerved, Johnny was thrown off, his helmet's windshield shattering.

He slammed violently into the ground, then slid along the ground for dozens of meters before crashing into the bottom of the audience seats with his back to the enemy.

"Oh my god!" the evil spirit of the television exclaimed.

The invincible, explosive Johnny has fallen.

A click—that was the sound of a camera shutter.

Staff members quickly took photos, which may be the first photo of Johnny before his death, making it invaluable to fans.

However, even after taking those hard blows, Johnny... regained consciousness.

And he seems to be unharmed. Could it be... that he really is the legendary crash-resistant king!
This wasn't the first time he'd messed up; he'd made several mistakes before. But what's astonishing is that every seemingly intense and dangerous failure, even when Johnny was utterly bruised and battered, he always managed to get back up.

It was as if he was just so lucky, so... hard to die.

"This is outrageous! He's fallen like that and he's still okay. Does this guy have some kind of urban stunt motorcycle system...?"

Baling pondered to himself.

He had also been a normal person and understood what the physical strength of a normal person was like. They seemed hard to kill, but were actually very fragile.

An ordinary person would be seriously injured by a fall like Johnny's. But Johnny, whose helmet was shattered, didn't even suffer a concussion and could walk almost freely, which is truly remarkable.

Johnny Depp, amidst the adoring crowd, stood up straight, donned his cool sunglasses, and greeted the screams of his fans.

He succeeded. But this was by no means his last.

Because Johnny hasn't found the omen he's looking for yet.

A sign that made him believe he could have a second life.

drop!
Change the channel.

"I'm ready, I'm ready."

SpongeBob's catchy voice blared from the TV; it was time for Alessa's cartoon.

Alessa peeked out from the sofa, next to a little black-haired girl named Judy, who also loved watching cartoons.

"Johnny! No—!" The TV demon was still yelling, but that was all.

Knowing full well that Alessa's position was above his own, the evil spirit of the television only made a couple of noises and dared not seize control of the television.

Unfortunately, although it has the head of a television set, it cannot receive signals from television stations; otherwise, it would secretly watch what it likes.

"Stop calling him. If you want to see him so much, I'll just give you leave and let you go see him in person."

Baling couldn't stand seeing anyone looking pathetic in front of him, so he simply waved his hand and sent the evil spirit of the television outside to have some fun.

"This...this..." The television was tempted; it was itching to buy it, but it was still somewhat hesitant.

The television was itching to agree, but just as it was about to do so, it suddenly spotted half a monkey's face secretly observing from the stairwell. It was the toy monkey that loved playing the accordion.

What?! He's been spying on me all this time! This monkey must be plotting to usurp my position as captain.

Suddenly, the evil spirit of the television set awoke. It flatly refused, declaring that it loved the home and the band and could not bear to be separated from them for even a moment.

Baling didn't insist. After handing the popcorn bucket to Alessa, he went back to his room and took a nap.

It's already 10 p.m., and for the sake of a healthy lifestyle, Baling needs to enjoy a good night's sleep.

The peaceful life has lasted for more than a month, and every day feels like a repeat of yesterday.

Baling seemed to have distanced himself from conflict and exciting emergencies; tranquility enveloped his thoughts.

He hasn't done anything big in a long time.

Having lost its vibrant, extraordinary aspects, Baling is increasingly resembling a retired old man.

Two weeks ago, the Warrens' book, "Hidden Revelation: The Devil Scarecrow," was published, becoming their first bestseller and bringing a continuous stream of faith to Baling.

Because the stories of Baling are traceable, the more we explore, the closer we get to the truth.

Therefore, we are not afraid of being exposed as fake; on the contrary, the more we expose fakes, the more genuine they become.

Interestingly, the Warrens initially intended to give all the money they earned from selling books to Baling, but Baling only accepted a portion, which was still a very considerable amount.

Even though Baling spends most of his money on charity, he is still a very wealthy man.

Now, the money he has accumulated through hard work is more than Baling can spend, and he can live a wealthy and luxurious life at any time.

But he was content to stay in one corner and quietly live his peaceful life.

……

As his mind gradually emptied, Baling slowly drifted off to sleep.

And a dream never before seen is quietly unfolding in Baling's life.

He dreamt of a scorched earth, like a ruin ravaged by a hundred nuclear bombs, with burning flames everywhere and a pungent smell of sulfur lingering in the air.

The burned corpses, curled up and unrecognizable, still bore the marks of deep despair and pain.

Although I've never been here before, Baling has a strange sense of familiarity.

It's like the road he walked on his way here.

That's what it feels like to be in hell.

(End of this chapter)