American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 35 Face
After checking the date and content of the filming, I found out that it was the morning of the day when she first received an answer after she took the initiative to ask.

I remember she was taking a selfie at that time.

Her mother's sudden knock on the door startled her, and her phone fell.

It must have been at that time that I accidentally pressed the shutter.

Took this photo.

Pinch open with two fingers to zoom in on the photo on the phone screen.

Maria looked at it intently.

It was a face with strange features, especially the eyes, which were too large in proportion to the face. It was definitely not a face that a normal person could have.

Pictures tell the truth, there is no doubt about it.

Comparing the photo with the environment, Maria was surprised to find that if she looked at it from the perspective of the face, it was a bird's-eye view.

Coincidentally, the focus of attention was on her.

Coincidence?
Maria's heart suddenly started beating faster. She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she felt like someone was secretly watching her from behind.

She couldn't help but feel nervous, and she put down her dangling legs. Looking at the face in the photo, she couldn't help but think of something.

Is it still there?

This question popped up in Maria's mind.

Is it still staring at me?
Maria got goosebumps when she thought of this. There was heating in the room, but she felt inexplicably cold.

This coldness reacted on Maria's body. Her originally relaxed body suddenly stiffened and her whole body became tense.

The pleasant hum stopped at some point, Maria's face turned pale, and she bit her lower lip with her teeth because of nervousness.

It was late at night, the wind outside was faint, and the room was unusually quiet.

Maria could even clearly hear every heartbeat of her own. Now she was motionless, completely stunned.

Maria regretted whether she should have pretended nothing had happened.

This went on for more than twenty seconds.

The phone went black due to no one operating it.

The smooth screen just happened to reflect the cabinet behind him, which was exactly where the face in the photo was.

Do you want to see it?
Maria's throat rolled nervously and her mouth felt dry. Her eyes were wandering and she didn't dare to move.

But keeping silent is not a solution, she will have to face it sooner or later.

Slowly, overcoming her fear a little, Maria took a quick glance out of the corner of her eye.

No.

Take another look.

still none.

Ahaha, it turns out that I was scaring myself.

Maria's tense nerves suddenly relaxed and her body relaxed as well.

But after this incident, Maria's mood fluctuated greatly, and she lost the mood to continue playing with her phone.

Go to bed early.

Maria turned over and got out of bed. When her hand was about to turn on the light switch, she suddenly remembered the face again.

Maybe it was hiding on top of the cupboard, waiting for her to fall asleep at night and then staring at her.

Hey, why does this sound so much like a pen pal's?

After calming down, Maria's IQ returned to its peak.

An idea came into her mind.

Is there such a possibility? She said, maybe.

Baling is actually the thing in the dark in her photo.

After all, how could a small room accommodate several ghosts? Wouldn’t they fight?
Maria's brain was working at high speed, and for the first time she felt so smart.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that her idea might be right.

The idea that had just come to her mind lingered in her mind, and Maria wanted to verify it.

At this moment, even the fear of the unknown was overwhelmed.

Maria raised her head and bravely looked at the top of the cabinet. At first glance, there were only a few boxes of miscellaneous items placed there. It seemed normal and there was no problem.

But there were gaps between the boxes, and deep in the gaps were blind spots that she couldn't see.

Maria seemed to feel that something was watching her from somewhere.

This feeling was so strong that she had to believe it in her heart.

As Maria grew up, she sometimes couldn't help but feel emotions that were completely inconsistent with her personality and mood.

For example, when she was ridiculed and bullied, she would obviously endure or escape cowardly, but sometimes, her heart was filled with rage of resistance, as if there was another voice telling her.

"Just go for it!"

"Take vengeance on those who dared to despise and insult you. Give them a crushing blow!"

Cowardice and bravery, escape and resistance...

Different ideas are entangled and colliding.

Sometimes, Maria really can't tell which one is the real her.

Could it be that what my father said was right, she...is she really mentally ill?

Was she seriously ill, or was it just her deepest fantasy? Even Maria herself couldn't tell, and it kept her awake at night.

And whenever she behaved abnormally, this strong feeling would appear, as if another her had awakened.

At this time, if Maria looked in the mirror, she would find that she, who was usually timid, now had a hint of confidence between her brows, and her eyes seemed to hide a knife, sharp and cold.

Maria moved the chair next to the desk and stood on it, tiptoeing and holding on to the cabinet to keep steady.

She turned on the flashlight and shone it into the dark space where the light could not reach.

Deng Deng Deng!
The person who suddenly approached her was a Q-version scarecrow with a big head. He was looking at her quietly in the gap.

Surprise!

Ouch! There's something dirty!

Maria's heart seemed to be tightly gripped by an invisible hand, making it hard for her to breathe.

She stared straight ahead, and the little scarecrow raised his index finger to his mouth, making a "hush" gesture, as if telling her not to make a sound.

Although she was prepared, Maria was still frightened. Her legs went weak and she couldn't stand and fell backwards.

"Wow!"

Maria screamed silently, her face filled with panic and she was at a loss as to what to do.

It doesn't matter, I will help.

Baling's eyes flashed, and he stretched out his left hand. His five fingers quickly shot out straw, which quickly grew longer and thicker in the air.

Straw entanglement!

The straw was woven into a rope, which wrapped around Maria's falling body and was pulled and retracted.

Maria was like a puppet, and with a few manipulations, she was back on the chair, unharmed.

This trick is really useful. It can be used to fight enemies and save people.

It was a move that Baling was quite satisfied with.

When he becomes stronger in the future, maybe he can even cosplay as a failed man, swinging between the skyscrapers in New York City and become a popular superhero.

Closer to home.

After Baling rescued Maria, he looked down and saw a pair of sparkling eyes.

It saved me!

Maria was surprised and delighted, and her original fear had long since disappeared.

It’s you, ghost—no, it’s the scarecrow Baling.

But even though she already had the answer in her heart, Maria moved her lips and asked carefully.

"Is that you? Baling."

At this point, there is no need to hide it.

That’s right, I am the famous Silent Hill boss.

"That's me." Baling admitted, bowed as a gentleman, and after a few seconds, raised his eyes and said, "Good evening, Maria."

(End of this chapter)