I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

Scott explained, just as he was about to put down the camera, when he heard Wes's voice.

"No, don't stop the camera, that's what makes it real."

He told Scott to continue filming while he turned on the tap and washed his hands.

The faucet made a sickening metallic scraping sound, and the water that came out was slightly murky, like the kind stored in your own water tank. Wes sniffed his fingers, frowned slightly, and could only wipe them clean with a piece of kitchen paper.

"What we're filming is horror and the unknown, and isn't that what we're doing now? Think about it, there's a lonely house by the highway, and the people inside suddenly disappear. Our group comes in to explore. What a great subject!"

Weiss's lips curled up, and he headed towards the stairs, trying to go upstairs.

"what is this?"

Valerie, who followed him in, noticed something on the cabinet: a picture frame.

The photo frame contains a picture of an elderly woman and a young man posing with the house in the background. However, their faces are blurry, as if they have been smoked, giving it an eerie feel.

"Do these two people live here?"

James glanced at the photo and found it so unsettling that he instinctively looked away.

Scott didn't shy away from it; the camera panned over it and even gave it a close-up.

"The bedroom is upstairs; perhaps they're already asleep?"

Wes stepped onto the stairs, making a creaking sound that echoed in the quiet room.

"Wes, I think we should leave."

As James spoke, his gaze continued to sweep across the cabinet. He glanced past the eerie picture frame and saw the candlestick covered in thick, melted wax, several murky glasses, and an ugly doll made of straw and rags. His eyes moved and fell upon a pair of eyes.

hum-

James' heart skipped a beat when he saw those eyes staring at him.

Those were cloudy eyes, the original pupil color of which was no longer discernible; they only reflected James's face, and beyond the eyes was a face covered in wrinkles.

“f…”

Before he could even utter a curse, James instinctively took several steps back.

The dim light from the living room shone in, and James was able to see the other person's appearance clearly.

This was an old woman with gray hair and a face full of wrinkles. Her eyes moved slightly, and she slowly took a step forward.

"Sorry, we were just passing by. Our vehicle broke down, so we were wondering if we could help you out..."

James quickly explained, looking at the old woman's hands until he was sure she wasn't holding any shotgun or similar weapon before he felt a little relieved.

The old woman did not answer James, but glanced at the others before finally fixing her gaze on Scott, who was carrying the camera.

“Uh, sorry, we’re film students, Scott, put down the camera.”

James called out hastily.

Scott then reluctantly turned off the camera recording.

"Do you have engine oil? Our car wasn't oiled before, and now it won't run."

James asked again tentatively, while giving Wes a look to tell him not to move.

Seeing this, Wes quietly withdrew his foot from the stairs.

crunch--

The wooden plank made another sound, drawing everyone's attention.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Wes quickly took several steps back.

"...Garage, there's oil, the door's unlocked."

The old woman remained silent for a moment before speaking.

Her voice was hoarse, like a sand dune blown by the wind, giving a sense of stagnation.

"Thank you, thank you."

James immediately told Wes to leave the house and go to the garage to get some oil, while he would stay inside.

"You live here alone?"

He asked.

"Yes, it's been many years."

The old woman responded and slowly walked towards the kitchen. Only then did James realize that the old woman was holding a kitchen knife, which she could have plunged into James's chest at any moment from that distance.

"We were on our way to Miskatole for a film festival, and we never expected to see this house right next to the highway. It's such a remote place."

James wiped away a bead of cold sweat and chimed in.

“Miskatok…”

The old woman had already placed the knife on the bacon on the cutting board, but stopped when she heard James's words.

“You cannot go to Miskatok.”

She didn't move her body, only her head turned around. The old woman looked at James and said in a low voice.

Chapter 767 B-movie

“You cannot go to Miskatok.”

The old woman's words echoed in the room, causing the cold sweat that James had just wiped away to break out again.

She stared at James and the others with her head turned like an owl. Valerie hid behind James, quite wary, while the drunk Talia sobered up a bit. She looked at the old woman, not daring to make a sound.

"What happened to Miskatok?"

James asked curiously.

"It's not a good place. It's xenophobic and isolated. They don't welcome outsiders."

The old woman muttered to herself, glancing again at the camera in Scott's hand.

“My son used to love movies too. His twelfth birthday present was a video camera, and he made a lot of videos.”

She turned around and continued slicing the smoked meat with the cleaver in her hand.

"In the cabinet under the TV, there are all the videos he filmed. He also directed movies, which you might find interesting."

After slicing the meat, the old woman turned on the stove, heated the pan, and poured in some oil, seemingly preparing to fry the smoked meat and ham.

"Really? Then he must really love movies."

James said as he walked up to the TV cabinet, where the television was quite old, almost the oldest color television he had ever seen.

Inside the TV cabinet were many videotapes labeled with words like "birthday," "travel," and "field," making them appear to be home videos.

Further down the screen are chilling and vicious words such as "curse," "evil," and "zombie party," which, combined with what the old woman said, suggest that this might be a movie made by her son.

B-movies and solo films are the starting point for many directors, especially in Western countries. Often, young people receive a camera as a birthday gift, and those who are interested will use it to record their lives and make low-budget solo films, such as the famous Spielberg.

Many famous directors' later creative styles also bear traces of their youth. Some directors, tired of making blockbusters, even turn to making B-movies for fun.

In B-movies, horror and thriller themes have remained popular. Due to the limitations of low budgets, big-budget science fiction and fantasy productions are obviously not feasible, while bland romance and art films are not eye-catching enough. Thriller, horror, crime, and violence themes have become the darlings of B-movies, and have even become synonymous with B-movies at one point.

It seems this young man also enjoys horror themes.

James continued scanning, but noticed something interesting about the label on one of the videotapes.

It says "Film Festival" on it.

"It's a pity he has passed away."

Suddenly, the old woman's cold words came from behind James.

He was startled and quickly turned around, only to see that the old woman had appeared behind him silently at some point.

James glanced at his girlfriend Valerie not far away, somewhat annoyed that she hadn't reminded him, but the blonde looked completely innocent; she hadn't even noticed when the old woman had walked over.

"Passed away?"

Talia, standing by the window, asked.

"Yes, an accident, a tragic accident. He died in Miskatonic, at the film festival. All I received in the end was this videotape."

The old woman stepped past James and reached into the cabinet to pull out the videotape.

Do you want to take a look?

She asked quietly.

James swallowed hard; to be honest, he really didn't want to see this.

He didn't know if the old woman's son had really died in an accident or something else. He sensed that the old woman had a neurotic quality and might stab him at any moment, so he didn't want to get too involved.

"No need..."

James refused.

"sure."

At this moment, Lu Ban suddenly spoke, causing James to shiver.

“We are very interested in the Miskatonic Film Festival and are preparing to create a film related to the festival. I believe this videotape can give us some inspiration.”

Lu Ban said in a serious tone.

"Director Lu Ban?"

James didn't understand Lu Ban's thoughts and couldn't help but ask back.

"That's great, he'll be very happy."

The old woman turned around and stuffed the videotape into Lu Ban's hand.

"Here, you can have this videotape."

Is it really possible?

Lu Ban took the videotape and glanced at it. There were some wear marks on the plastic casing of the videotape, which did not look like the bumps and knocks of daily use, but rather like scratches left by some creature with its claws.

"He would definitely be happy if his films had an audience."