I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

The old woman answered.

Lu Ban nodded.

"Hey, I found some engine oil, James, come and give me a hand."

Suddenly, Wes's voice came from the doorway, slightly easing the eerie atmosphere.

"Oh, okay, sure."

James got up, glanced at the TV cabinet again, and then hurriedly followed Wes to repair the vehicle.

His girlfriend, Valerie, followed closely behind, seemingly not wanting to stay in the house any longer.

"Can I take a picture here?"

Scott asked, pointing to the TV cabinet.

The old woman did not stop her; she simply went back to the kitchen to continue preparing dinner.

The aroma of meat quickly filled the room.

Scott carefully patted the room, then focused his lens on the TV cabinet and the videotapes.

He randomly picked up a videotape labeled "Field," put it in the player, turned on the TV, and after a period of static, the picture appeared.

“Hey, this is the field, and corn is planted in it. I don’t really like corn, but it can be sold for money.”

A sound came from the television, but it was unclear whether it was a problem with the projector or the television itself. The sound was filled with static, like a radio that had been severely interfered with. The picture was also choppy, and even though it was filmed during the day, it felt dark and gloomy, like the calm before a storm.

“I met some friends in the cornfield. They were amazing, and I’m going to write some notes about them.”

The sound continued, and the camera gradually moved deeper into the cornfield.

The towering cornfields blocked most of the view, with only narrow paths separating the blocks, creating a strong sense of oppression.

"Look, they're right there in there."

A hand appeared in the frame, pointing forward, but perhaps due to this action, the camera shifted slightly downwards, failing to capture the exact location it was pointing to immediately.

But the photographer quickly adjusted.

Just as the camera panned upwards, about to reveal the intriguing answer, a face appeared on the television screen.

"!!!"

Talia couldn't help but scream. Her face was as pale as a dead man's. She lay quietly in the cornfield, the corn around her flattened by something unknown, forming a strange clearing.

"Hello, Garrett?"

The voice appeared again, and the hand gently patted the face of the person lying on the ground, but the person did not react at all, as if they were already dead.

"It seems he's asleep. I need to wake him up."

The camera started to shake, and Scott glimpsed that the lower half of the person lying on the ground was reflected in the shaky shot.

The body had no legs; it vanished from the abdomen downwards, leaving behind wounds that looked like they had been gnawed by some creature, with internal organs scattered everywhere.

The television went black with a sizzle, and the videotape ended there.

Chapter 768 Sacrifices

After watching the videotape, both Talia and Scott looked rather grim.

If this is true, it's simply too outrageous. A teenager would film such a horrific and grotesque corpse as a daily record, and yet he wasn't investigated by the police. The videotapes were kept safe in his home, and he could even freely show them to others.

If this is fake, just a low-budget horror movie made by a young man, then it's too real.

How did he create these incredibly realistic props?

"Very good shooting technique."

Lu Ban suddenly made a sound, which made the two frightened college students look over.

"The essence of terror is the fear of the unknown, while the reality we are familiar with can bring a sense of security. This video uses the technique of shooting family videos in daily life to make us lower our guard and immerse ourselves in the scene he is filming, increasing the sense of identification. At this time, when strange and terrifying things that are different from reality are shown, it will create an extremely strong sense of terror."

He explained in a very serious tone.

After hearing Lu Ban's words, the two looked at each other in bewilderment.

That seems to be the case.

Many horror movies choose to use a plot to establish the protagonist's identity and interpersonal relationships, and then gradually destroy these relationships. Some works even start by targeting the people around the protagonist, causing them to become alienated.

What could be more frightening than one's mother, wife, or husband suddenly losing their mind and doing something bizarre and terrifying?

What could be more terrifying than suddenly finding a hideous woman's head in your warm bed?

The so-called jump scare is when something scary suddenly pops out in a relatively relaxed, peaceful, and quiet environment. If the audience is constantly given a tense and exciting environment, most people's first reaction to a suddenly appearing ghost face might be to punch it.

“Is, is that so…”

Talia glanced at the dazzling array of televisions on the cabinet and couldn't help but imagine what was on those videotapes.

What about the cake labeled "birthday"? Could it be that on your birthday, you open the box and find that the cake has turned into a human head?

Could that videotape labeled "travel" be telling the story of someone hiding a corpse?

As for what those more blatant videotapes labeled "curse" and "evil" would record, Talia dared not guess.

Scott swallowed hard, picked up the camera, and filmed the footage on the videotapes.

Just then, James, who had gone to get his car repaired, returned to the doorway.

"Thank you for your help, ma'am. Our car is ready to move now."

He gave the people inside the room a wink, signaling them to leave quickly.

"You'd better not go to Miskatonic, and don't attend the film festival."

The woman, who had already prepared dinner and was holding a plate in her hand, spoke again.

Lu Ban noticed that she was carrying two plates, preparing two portions of food.

"He died at the film festival. It wasn't a festival worth attending. They overturned some traditions and caused new changes, haha."

The woman sat at the table, holding a sandwich with bacon, egg, and sliced ​​tomato.

What will happen at the film festival?

Scott asked curiously.

“Sacrifice, children, they will choose the offerings.”

The old woman took a bite of the sandwich, and tomato juice residue remained at the corner of her mouth, looking like blood.

"Offerings?"

Scott was puzzled and tried to ask more questions.

"Let's hurry, we'd better get through this stretch of road before the fog thins out."

James urged from the doorway.

Scott had no choice but to take a picture of the old woman and leave the house.

The car finally started and drove into the thick fog. Lu Ban looked back at the lonely house.

The house was pitch black; even the dim lights that had been on the first floor at the beginning were gone.

Lu Ban looked towards the second floor.

Then he noticed that there seemed to be a figure behind the window on the second floor of the house.

The man was staring intently at the car, most of his body hidden behind the curtains, only his eyes partially visible, which sent chills down one's spine.

"What is that...?"

Scott held up his camera, watching the scene, and felt a chill run down his spine.

"What do you think?"

Lu Ban did not answer directly, but instead asked a question in return.

"Is it her son?"

Talia recalled the images from the videotape she had just seen, and a chilling thought began to surface in her mind.

"Could it be... that those videotapes weren't movies, but real footage, and that her son is still alive, a murderer on the run?!"

"Director Lu Ban, you said that to protect our safety?"

She looked at Lu Ban, her eyes filled with even more admiration.

"No, you have too much imagination."

Lu Ban waved his hand.

"Let's take a look at the contents of this videotape."

He pointed to the videotape in Scott's hand that was labeled "Film Festival".

Do you have a media player in your car?

"Of course I have it, let me look for it."

Scott began searching the back of the car.

Soon, he brought out the old-fashioned video player. Although digital devices are now widespread, some people still prefer film, believing that the images shot on film have a better texture.

Scott plugged in the power cord and connected it to the TV. He put the videotape into the player, and the picture quickly appeared on the TV screen.

"Can you hear me? Can you hear me?"

A voice rang out, and anyone who had seen the videotape earlier could immediately recognize it as the old woman's son's voice.

"This is the Miskatonic Film Festival. Hey, I'm going to document this year's festival. They say there will be some unusual programs. I'm curious to see what they are."

"It's foggy here. This is how it is in this lousy place at this time of year. I hope it won't affect the film festival the day after tomorrow."

"There are already many tourists on the street, dressed in all sorts of strange and wonderful outfits. To be honest, they are really cool."

"Look here, that's my favorite director. He has a new movie coming out this time, and I'm so excited."

"This is smoked fish pie, a specialty of Miskatonic. Believe me, you won't want to try it; it's quite awful."

"Oh! The film festival has started. Look at all those people, they're all celebrities. The opening ceremony is being held in the university auditorium. I hope I can snag a seat."