American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 87 Dream, Light

The intuitions of many people converged into an agreed-upon answer.

Collective dreaming, Ultraman fighting monsters, turning into light, Crystal Lake.

With so many factors, it must have been Oga's doing!

He calls on us to gather our strength and fight against evil!

That night, we all became light!
The plots in everyone's dreams are generally similar, but because they are dreams, the memories that remain after waking up are different for each person, but children always remember more than adults.

The innocent children pieced together their memories after waking up from the dream, and were surprised and delighted to find that they had watched another half episode of "Ultraman Oga", which was the unreleased and uncut version.

Oga, it turns out that you are still working hard even in your dreams, and are still fighting for a better tomorrow for people!
You are such a gentle guy.

Piety has been greatly improved!
……

"Oga...Oga..."

"Please open your eyes."

"We are waiting for you."

In a dream within a dream, in the dreamer’s dream.

I can’t dream of the past being blown away like the wind.

Baling, who could easily maintain his self-awareness in his dreams, fell asleep peacefully and had a beautiful dream.

In his dream, he returned to hell and used his unrivaled power to severely insult the demons in hell and beat them all to their knees. Even Satan hurriedly gave up his seat and begged Baling to be king in fear.

Only the Great Demon King Baling is qualified to be the King of Hell. Satan is just a useless old thing who should have abdicated long ago.

But at this moment of triumph, angels from heaven invaded hell, and even God came out.

God extended his hand and invited Baling to do great things together.

A real man lives between heaven and earth, how can he be depressed and inferior to others for long!

Baling refused to obey, and a fierce fight ensued. They fought for three hundred rounds, and even the Great Dao was obliterated...

"war--!"

Suddenly there was a loud roar, as loud as thunder.

Baling suddenly woke up from his dream.

Ah, how powerful I am! Even if God comes, I can still give him a try!
The previous second, Baling was still immersed in a beautiful dream, and the next second, he immediately woke up.

In front of him, a large group of people were looking at him with smiles, among them were children, teenagers and adults.

But this time, they were all following an elderly nun in a white nun's robe, Amanda Kruger.

Amanda is Freddy's biological mother. After Freddy was arrested for murdering the children of Elm Street, she hanged herself and her soul has never been at peace.

But after Freddy was crushed by Baling, Amanda also felt the disappearance of her son.

For the souls hurt by Freddy, she came to Baling's dream.

"Oga! You're awake." Sister Amanda said kindly, without any hatred on her face.

"No? What did you call me? Who are you?" Baling had just woken up from a dream and suddenly found that a large group of people had broken into his dream. It was impossible for him not to be confused.

"Oga! This is the name I learned from others. They said that the people under your protection called you this. Now, we hope to talk. I am Amanda Kruger, Freddy's mother, and I am now visiting Your Excellency as a nun."

Amanda explained slowly.

It turned out that the killer whale that night revealed his name.

"Oh? Then may I ask Sister Amanda, what may I do for you? Since you are not here for revenge, a few words would be fine."

Baling vaguely guessed why Amanda came, perhaps she came for the person behind her.

"Mr. Oga, you are a noble man, but you may have missed something."

"The souls behind me are all poor people trapped in this dream, and you are the master of this place. Please show mercy and let them go." Amanda asked sincerely, then made the sign of the cross on her chest and said "Amen".

Why are they still here?
Oh, it seems it’s because I didn’t open the door. That’s okay.

Baling suddenly understood.

In the last dream, the fierce fight between Baling and Freddy, or the one-sided crushing, gave a strong shock to the unfortunate people who were slaughtered.

Quack! It's even more powerful than Freddy!

They didn't dare to disturb Baling's sweet dream easily, or even dared not to appear in front of him.

Until Sister Amanda arrived.

"Let's go." Baling waved his hand impatiently, opening the shackles here and giving them freedom.

"Thank you for your kindness, may God bless you." Sister Amanda made the sign of cross again.

From children to adults, these trapped souls thanked Baling one by one, then disappeared into the dreamland and headed for the place of reincarnation.

Baling sighed, "I always do good things in my dreams. I am so kind."

If he were to forcefully keep these souls and devour them into his body, gaining fear and energy day and night, and doing things similar to Freddy, Baling's strength would undoubtedly grow rapidly.

However, Baling is a man with a bottom line, and his conscience does not allow him to do so.

So, there is no reason to stay, just let them go with the wind.

Besides, aren’t gratitude and smiles also a kind of reward?

Maybe life just needs a little positive energy.

There is no regret, only a faint joy.

Baling actually also likes to see the boundless love in the world, especially the one created by him.

Kind, so kind!
They left, all left, and the dream became empty again, with only the last person, Sister Amanda, still there.

She took a few steps forward, approaching Baling, and respectfully took off the cross she was wearing. "Oga, this is both my gratitude and a token of appreciation from the children of Elm Street. I hope you'll accept it."

Before Baling could think it through, the cross fell into his hand.

Why is this happening?

Baling lowered his head to stare at the cross in his palm. When he looked up to ask, Sister Amanda disappeared without a trace.

"Thanks? A token of appreciation?"

Looking at the cross that radiated warmth, Baling clearly felt that this thing was not an ordinary commodity, but a treasure that contained special powers.

Intuition reminded Baling that this thing was not harmful to him. It was simply a gift, just a special one.

Whether he accepts it or not depends on him.

No one will force him to choose.

Do you want to try it on?

Baling licked his lips and hesitated a little, but after a moment, he put on the cross.

Silently, a sense of tranquility and peace enveloped Baling, and his whole body felt as if he was soaking in a bathtub filled with hot water, feeling extremely comfortable and relaxed.

His body and mind seemed to have received a complete baptism, and his fatigue and distracting thoughts slowly disappeared. At this moment, Baling felt clear from the inside out.

He seemed to see light, a beautiful and warm light that represented happiness.

In a trance, he seemed to have a hallucination and actually saw a group of small translucent light butterflies.

Around him, flying lightly.

Dream?

(End of this chapter)