American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 106 Envy, Selection

Torment! Suffering! Pain!

In these short five minutes, Emma was like a cat whose cat food had been taken away from her can of cat food. Her heart was filled with a lot of grievances and sorrows, and she had nowhere to confide in anyone.

What was even more embarrassing was that the winner was actually her deskmate, which made her, who had been dominating the awards for years, look even more miserable.

The others seemed to turn their eyes over here intentionally or unintentionally.

Emma had to put on a fake smile and clap against her will, otherwise, it would be easy for others to see her dissatisfaction, jealousy, and anger, which were not the behaviors of an outstanding person.

As a pure passerby, Emma felt that her composition was definitely better than the so-called first place. Baling was just unworthy of his position and did not deserve this medal!

But why did he win the award instead of me, Emma?

Emma couldn't figure it out, but she felt that she had grasped a hint of the mystery.

Recess time.

"Emma, look at the medal. It's big and shiny. I guarantee it's the best medal ever. I bet it's more beautiful and more valuable than any you've ever received before."

The damn black-haired kid came over and showed off the medal in his hand without any sense of limit. Emma could no longer hold back her fake smile.

"I noticed you cared about my medal earlier, so why don't I touch it for you?"

Baling, a transfer student who hadn't remembered when he transferred to the school, kept showing off in front of Emma, and his hateful face was almost sticking close to her.

"No, thank you. I have plenty at home."

Emma retracted her longing eyes and tried her best to divert her attention away from the medallion, but how could she hide her reluctance from Baling?

Baling smiled mysteriously, then placed the medal on the table. He then opened the zipper of his schoolbag and pulled out a larger medal, almost twice as big.

Emma's eyes widened, but it wasn't over yet. The third, the fourth... until the twentieth.

His bag was full of medals, and now they were all placed on the table, and the golden light blinded Emma's eyes.

How could this happen! How could this happen!

"Oh no! It's time for my medals to get some air time again. I only have twenty, which is too few. However, I heard that this school has quite a few awards every year. It seems that my medal count can be increased again."

With two medals on each finger, Baling deliberately and carelessly dangled them in front of Emma until Emma's face became gloomy. Then he ran out with a smile and showed off to his classmates.

It attracted everyone's second attention and became the focus of attention.

Even Emma had never received such treatment.

Envy, jealousy, and hatred!
Since we already have Emma in the class, why do we need a Baling!
Isn't this deliberately against me?
There is a long way to go, let’s wait and see!
……

Reality, midnight.

Emma's bedroom.

"Mine, mine, all of this is mine. If I don't give it to you, you can't take it!"

The more she muttered, the more excited she became. Suddenly, her whole body trembled, and Emma slowly woke up. Her little face, which was red and white, showed anger and sadness.

But at this moment, she couldn't care less about that.

Emma threw back the quilt, stepped quickly on the floor with her bare feet, and turned on the light in the dark.

"Still here, my medal, my trophy..."

Emma caressed her trophy, her pride, with fascination. A sense of fulfillment and satisfaction filled her heart.

That night, Emma fell asleep holding her trophy.

……

The town of Haddonfield.

Today is Halloween, an annual festival.

Today, children dress up as ghosts and go door to door asking for candy.

The Halloween in this world is slightly different from that in the previous life. The customs and origins are generally similar, but the specific time is different.

The holidays are wonderful, a rare time of relaxation and joy. However, evil, evil is also about to come.

Yes, he will come.

Through his little scarecrow doll, Baling has fought off the nightmare attacks of the masked man several times.

In front of Baling, the man with the hood, as a low-level player in the dream world, could not cause any waves.

However, Michael Myers, the man in the white hood, is invading more and more vigorously, and it is obvious that he is getting closer and closer to Jamie in reality.

This evil murderer will definitely come on Halloween.

This is not the first time he has appeared.

Through online searches and Jamie's dreams, Baling has learned relevant information about Michael, the man in the white hood.

Michael is a tough guy to kill.

Every time I thought he was going to die and be knocked down, he always came back.

This evil guy who tried to harm Baling's dreamers is doomed to die.

As the saying goes, a thief can steal for a thousand days, but you can't guard against thieves for a thousand days.

Baling is ready to take action himself.

If he dares to come, I will tear off his hood and slap him in the face!
For this purpose, Baling had arrived early.

He hid his identity and just secretly replaced the scarecrow doll.

Unexpectedly, I saw a bad scene.

Because, on Halloween, Jamie was unwilling to put on a suit and join them, and the murderer Michael was her uncle, so Jamie was ridiculed by other children.

Jamie refuted and fled.

Finally, after she left school, the annoying kids stopped chasing her.

But Jamie was determined; she was going to be the holster girl tonight.

After reuniting with her sister Rachel, Jamie expressed her thoughts.

More than ten minutes later, we arrived at a supermarket that was having a discount sale.

With a small scarecrow doll hanging around her waist, Jamie came to Area A alone, where Halloween costumes specially for children were being sold.

After several selections, Jamie settled on a red and white clown costume, but she didn't know that this was the same outfit her uncle Michael Myers wore when he debuted as a child decades ago.

Many years ago, Michael stabbed his biological sister to death while wearing a clown costume.

Now, Jamie has picked the same clown costume for some unknown reason. I have to say, there must be something fishy going on.

"Jamie, listen to your uncle. Don't pick this one. Don't be a clown."

"Who?"

Jamie was about to call her sister to pay the bill when she suddenly heard someone talking to her.

Afraid...

"I am your dearest Uncle Baling. I foresaw that you would be in danger, so I came here to protect you."

What? You, a big snake, are so gentle?
Jamie was shocked again.

"Where are you?" Jamie whispered.

"In your heart."

Jamie was stunned, staring down at her heart blankly.

"Just kidding. The little straw guy next to me is me."