American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 95 Second Degree
Hehehe! Are you scared, you born evil little devil?
Emma’s dream adventure just now was naturally Baling’s doing.

As a kind-hearted man with great love, Baling saw a seedling that was destined for him but had grown crooked, so he had to take the trouble to educate it so that it could grow strong and healthy.

Therefore, he used his invincible fantasy to transform the top dead Levia into a corpse-resurrection drama with evil spirits demanding her life.

Naughty children must be severely disciplined!

After scaring Emma, ​​Baling felt that the cross on his chest was shining brighter.

at this time.

Baling stood in the darkness, hiding under the bed in Emma's bedroom in the form of a small scarecrow doll.

If you dare to do bad things, Uncle Baling will always keep an eye on you.

Perhaps she sensed Baling's great love, but Emma, ​​who was sleeping soundly, frowned and looked embarrassed.

The moment Emma woke up from her dream, the dream bubble suddenly burst, and Baling was about to be kicked into the dream world, but he caught Emma's consciousness in time to escape from the dream.

Then, reality arrived.

This is bold.

For a special evil spirit that relies on dreams to survive, this is very risky, but unlike Freddy who is weak in reality, Baling is still strong in reality.

So, he was not afraid.

After all, being a good person will lead to the end.

Now that the education has begun, Baling must correct this evil kid.

Anyway, there are not many dreamlands to visit nowadays, so if you miss one, you will lose one.

Moreover, Baling felt that it was unreasonable for him, who was so kind, to have a connection with Emma.

Baling's intuition told him that there was something else going on.

Baling looked at the shrunken silver cross hanging around his neck, lost in thought.

Is this a mission or a test?

……

"Emma, ​​is something wrong? Why are you staring at me sweeping the floor? Is there something strange about me?"

While sweeping the dust off the stairs, nanny Levia curiously asked Emma, ​​who had been looking at her since she started working.

Emma is usually well-behaved, like a good child. She would not deliberately make trouble or throw a tantrum when others are working, but today, Emma looked at her abnormally.

He didn't say anything, just watched quietly.

Emma: I'll keep my eye on you, Livia.

After last night's terrible nightmare, Emma always felt that Levia was an evil ghost in human skin when she looked at her.

Anyone who discovers her identity will be eaten.

So, Emma has to hide herself.

"No. I was just thinking to myself. You're just too sensitive." Emma gave an impeccable fake smile.

"Okay. It's my problem." Levia sighed slightly and continued to work, but she unconsciously increased the speed of sweeping the stairs.

And through the corner of her eye, Livia could sense that Emma was still staring at her from time to time. When she finally finished cleaning the stairs, the strange look disappeared.

Lunch break.

Emma, ​​who didn't sleep well last night, just lay on the sofa, but couldn't resist the temptation of sleepiness and fell asleep quietly.

Baling, who was observing secretly, had a stern look in his eyes and sensed it keenly.

Dreams, the breath of dreams.

nearby.

I must dream immediately.

Escaping into the dream world, Baling found Emma's dream bubble nearby and slipped into the dream again. ...

"Emma, ​​is something wrong? Why are you staring at me sweeping the floor? Is there something strange about me?"

Livia asked about Emma who was staring at her secretly. In Livia's opinion, Emma was looking at her with strange eyes for some reason.

What's so good about sweeping the floor? Haven't you seen it?
The conversations and scenes seemed familiar, Emma felt as if she had seen them somewhere.

"No, I just - ah!" Emma screamed in horror halfway through her words, because she witnessed Levia slipping, rolling down the stairs, and hitting her head on the last step and dying.

Moreover, the amount of bleeding was so heavy that it formed a trapezoidal pool of blood.

She swore that she had done nothing and had no intention of harming Livia at the moment.

But unfortunately, Levia...she committed suicide.

Emma was shocked at how fleeting Livia was, but then the strange crackling sound appeared again.

"Why did I use 'again'?" Emma muttered to herself, a bad feeling rising in her heart.

Run outside quickly!
This is the answer given by the heart.

Emma has always been a person who follows her heart. She hurried down the stairs and wanted to go out to tell her father David that the nanny had fallen to her death.

Da da da!
The sound of hurried footsteps descending the stairs.

"Why, I'm back on the second floor!"

Emma was surprised to find herself on the second floor, even though she was clearly going down the stairs.

Is she dreaming?
Emma suddenly had this idea. She pinched her fair face and pulled it hard.

"Wow! It hurts, it's real. This isn't a dream, dreams don't hurt."

At this moment, a memory suddenly emerged in Emma's mind in her dream, and it was a terrifying memory.

After awakening this memory, Emma's face turned pale. She suspected that Levia was going to come back to life again.

She had to leave immediately.

Da da da!
Da da da!
Da da da!
She went down three flights of stairs in a row, and every time she stepped over the last step, Emma would reappear at the stairs on the second floor.

She was like being stuck on an endless loop of stairs.

Since going down doesn’t work, what about going up?
Emma thought of doing the opposite. She tried to go up and then appeared on the first step on the first floor.

And there, Levia's lifeless eyes were looking at her, as if saying: You can't escape.

The strange crackling sounds became faster and faster, and Levia's body began to move, her limbs twitching, and her speed of resurrection was accelerating.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Little Emma cried in fear. At the same time, she instinctively called out to her father loudly, but there was no response.

On the contrary, the louder she screamed, the more frequently Livia twisted her body. Now, she had half of her body supported.

Emma ran to the second floor, keeping as much distance as possible.

"Wow! Don't come over here. Your death has nothing to do with me. You fell down by yourself. I didn't do anything."

Witnessing Levia's resurrection in a pool of blood again, Emma was horrified, and her cries echoed around the stairs.

"You hurt me. I remember it clearly. I remember it. Emma, ​​you don't understand what life is. It was your malice that killed me. I want revenge!"

Livia's hoarse voice was like a devil's sound, echoing in Emma's ears.

"I...I didn't do it. It wasn't me. It wasn't me..."

"If you still don't admit it, then go to hell with me!"

The sides of the stairs suddenly collapsed, revealing a horrific, hellish scene below.

"No! No! I don't want to go to hell. I was wrong... I was really wrong."

The frightened Emma shook her head desperately, tears streaming down her face.

(End of this chapter)