American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 22 Lead the way
The unfortunate believer was hung up to the ceiling in an instant.

The neck of the human-faced stick insect monster slowly stretched forward, and the human face became clearer and clearer. As the straw squirmed, the details of the face increased little by little, making it look more and more terrifying.

The straw-made twin-tail tentacles swept across the believer's face, frightening him to death on the spot. His body shook violently as if he had been electrocuted, and his open lips uttered unclear words.

"David, long time no see. Did you miss me?"

The person's face came closer and said something that seemed to have no meaning.

The believer David widened his eyes in shock, looking as if he had seen a ghost.

He recognized the face and remembered who it was.

It's the dead stranger!
Bishop, you have done me a disservice...

David wailed in his heart, knowing that he was doomed. After creating a nightmare thirty years ago, they now had another nightmare.

Obviously, the monster is Baling at this moment. This is the new form he has formed after settling down.

The human body is very wasteful. Since the material is limited, if we forcefully mold a human, we can only mold a dwarf.
So Baling simply saved money and made a body with a more reasonable structure that was conducive to strength.

Regardless of whether it looks good or not, at least it is strong, and its appearance and size are scary enough to scare away the enemy's courage.

Seeing the excitement of the believer David, Baling knew that he recognized him.

"It seems that your faith is limited to this."

After saying the last sentence, Baling urged the appendages that bound David. There was a sound of flesh piercing, and long, upward-growing spikes grew out from the surface of the long arms.

David's body was suddenly pricked like a hedgehog.

Click, click, click!
With a teeth-grinding friction sound, Baling's long arms further contracted, and the body of the believer began to twist bit by bit, like a fresh blood orange, the flesh being squeezed out.

blah blah blah!

The corpse with bulging eyeballs fell straight to the ground like a torn sack.

Baling shook off the remaining blood on his forelimbs, loosened his grip with his remaining limbs, and flipped in the air before landing on the ground.

He stood up tall, and his seemingly thin and weak hind legs steadily supported his tall body.

Weird! Strange!

It has a long, worm-like body, anthropomorphic limbs and head, and a torso as thick as a bowl, which can reach the ceiling when it stands fully.

Looking at that face, the policewoman from America, Sybil felt like she was about to trigger the uncanny valley effect.

You, don't come over here!
Sybil was screaming in her heart, but her body was no longer under her control.

Baling bent his body and leaned forward to look down.

"you……"

Taking a deep breath, tilting her head and rolling her eyes, Sybil, overly frightened, fainted and fell into a baby-like sleep.

"...Okay?" Baling grabbed Sybil's head with his big hands and shook it left and right, realizing that she had probably fainted.

That's it?

How can you be a police officer in America, a country with so many talented people and beautiful scenery, when you are so timid!
A few minutes ago, Alyssa said that someone wanted to kidnap her mother, and she also said that she saw a righteous policeman who looked a bit like Baling, and immediately called Baling to rescue the person.

Upon receiving the news, Baling crawled over in a hurry.

Tsk tsk! He had rushed over specially to save the situation, but he didn't expect to get any thanks from the old beauty, and was even despised for being ugly, with people rolling their eyes.

In terms of quality, the old beauty has fallen behind.

He said that it bears some resemblance to him, but in his opinion, it is far from it!

After thinking for a few minutes.

He grabbed Sybil with one hand and threw her on his back. After growing two bundles of straw to secure her, Baling moved his six legs and crawled in a dark and twisted manner.

Climb, climb, climb!
Now he can crawl, and running on six legs is faster than on two legs.

Halfway through the walk, the air raid sirens sounded.

Baling was already used to it, but he twisted faster and faster.

Where is he going?

The answer is simple – church.

There, this long story that has continued from thirty years ago to the present day is about to come to the final chapter.

The believers will be killed by Tutu, Aretha will get the revenge she wants, Sharon's sleepwalking will be cured, Ross will find her daughter, Sybil will survive, and Balin will be the victim of a crime. Everyone will have a bright future.

Win, win, win!
Won Ma.

Now, all Baling had to do was go to the church and wait for the moment when blood would flow like a river. Kill, kill, kill!

However, there is still a little time difference.

Still need to wait.

As they were approaching an abandoned shop, Baling was afraid of scaring the children, so his body made a crackling sound and he turned from a big insect back into a normal human form.

As usual, he used the straw that grew from his fingertips to pry open the door lock.

Under Sharon's surprised eyes, Baling dragged Sybil into the shop.

"Uncle Ba, is this sleeping aunt a police officer?" Sharon looked at Sybil in uniform curiously. She seemed to have seen this person before, just that night.

The night before she came to this town.

"Yes. I saved her from a group of terrorists."

"Oh my god! She looks hurt."

Little Sharon was a little worried about Sybil, who was bleeding from her head.

"It's just a little wind and frost, it's no big deal." Baling replied calmly.

Sybil: I have no objection.

"Is my mommy hurt?" Sharon thought of her mother Rose at this time.

"That's a good question. Next time you go out, I'll keep an eye out for you and see if I can find it."

After saying that, Baling stood aside in silence, his eyes dim, and no one knew what he was thinking in his heart.

the other side.

From an outsider's perspective, Ross witnessed Alyssa's tragic experience, and after being induced by Alyssa's words, he finally agreed.

Dark Alessa entered her body.

after that.

Worried that his daughter might be hurt, Ross rushed to the church as quickly as possible.

now.

Outside, it was still a world of falling coal dust.

Sharon! Waiting for Mom.

She is coming.

Ross, with a determined look on his face, stood in front of the church door.

Evil cultists, please release my daughter.

Ross pushed the door hard, but found it was locked and couldn't be opened.

What the fuck!

Ross didn't expect that he would get stuck in a door.

“Open the door!”

Ross banged on the door and shouted.

There were faint sounds of people gasping for air and the sound of "my god" and "witch" coming from inside.

There were people inside the church, but no one came to open the door.

Rose froze with an embarrassed look on her face. No matter what she said, the door inside would not open.

"Sir, this way!"

When she was confused, someone came.

A scarecrow the size of a child appeared beside her.

Baling heard that something big was coming, and he needed a locksmith, so he came.

"Who are you?" Rose looked surprised. It was her first time seeing a talking monster, and she was also confused.

"We are in the same group, all Alyssa's guides. Let me open this door."

Ross felt that what Baling said was strange, but when he thought about it carefully, it seemed that was what he meant.

Baling pushed the straw in a few times, and heard a "click" sound, and the door opened.

(End of this chapter)