American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 96: Evil Reappears
A gloomy aura of death enveloped the house. Except for the area around this section of stairs, the rest of the area was a sea of ​​fire like lava, filled with rising and dancing fire snakes.

The flames shot up into the sky, as if she was in a scorching oven. Soon Emma's cold sweat turned into hot sweat.

The shrill cries and miserable howls from hell were like deadly ghost hands, gripping her little heart and making it difficult for her to breathe.

It’s so scary, so scary! Someone come and save me, Emma. Emma also wants to be a good person. She doesn’t want to go to hell.

"No... I don't want to die, Daddy, save me... I won't dare to be a bad kid anymore."

Emma cried bitterly, and she had a great enlightenment. At this moment, she understood the preciousness of life.

But does she still have a chance?
"Emma, ​​it's too late. There's no way you can change an evil kid like you. Come with me, and remember to be a good person in your next life."

Levia approached step by step, and the horrific memory before waking up from the last dream came back to Emma. She found herself completely infected by fear, her hands and feet were as soft as cotton, and she couldn't move her body.

Goodbye, world.

Livia's face suddenly appeared in front of Emma, ​​and Emma rolled her eyes.

"Emma! Emma! What's wrong with you? Wake up."

In reality, Levia suddenly heard Emma's screams and struggles in her sleep. She hurried into the room and saw Emma with a painful look on her face, so she decided to wake her up.

The shaking of her shoulders woke her from her dream, and when Emma opened her eyes, she saw Livia's face.

Emma, ​​who had just woken up, took a deep breath and fainted cleanly.

Emma: It's horrible, and Levia is still after her.

"Hey! Mr. David, something bad has happened. Emma has fainted."

Levia called David who was working away from home and urged him to come back quickly.

Soon, David also came back.

He called out to Emma again and again, praying that nothing would happen to her.

……

"What? I'm pretty good at manipulating dreams!"

Baling boasted about himself and humbly gave himself a score of 99 for his outstanding performance, with the remaining one point being room for improvement.

Such a wonderful performance will surely teach Emma what life is and how precious it is!

Perhaps, he also has the potential to be a teacher.

At least, at the end of her life and under the threat of death, Emma showed her absolute desire to live hard and her deep regret for her bad thoughts before she died.

If a sapling that grows crooked is not corrected in time, it will only grow more crooked. Since Baling encountered this problem, he reluctantly trimmed it.

Guiding people to do good is more difficult than killing evil people, but Baling feels that he can definitely do it with his own wisdom.

Looking at David's back as he left with Emma in his arms, Baling did not chase after him.

Because he knew it was unnecessary. The past few times he had entered dreams had already produced very good results, so there was no need to make up for it.

Education should be carried out step by step. It is not effective to use harsh measures all the time.

That’s all for today. Let Emma digest what she learned today.

Silently, Baling seemed to be sleeping peacefully, lying quietly under the bed.

Then, suddenly, an identical hand stretched out from under the bed and pulled the sleeping scarecrow away.

It is the main consciousness that enters the dream and pulls the sleeping body in reality into the dream, preventing it from falling into reality.

Baling's body was now able to adapt to dreams and survive within them. Furthermore, even when he wasn't asleep, his own dream world would always exist.

Because there is always a part of consciousness in his soul that is dreaming and maintaining the stability of the dream at all times.

Return to your dream.

Baling entered his body and lay on his back in the rice fields of his dream, spreading many roots in all directions. The roots entangled with the golden rice, swallowing these beliefs into his body bit by bit.

Practice hard! Accumulate! A little bit of effort adds up to a lot of progress.

After a long time, Baling sucked all the full rice ears out of his mouth, slowly exhaled, and lightly tapped the cross. Psychedelic translucent light butterflies appeared and flew around Baling.

The halo seemed to be a little brighter, emitting a reassuring light. Baling immersed himself in the baptism, clearing away the accumulated stress and distracting thoughts.

Ah, getting stronger again.

This is all thanks to his unremitting efforts.

He clenched his fists, feeling the dark power flowing through his body. Once this power erupted, Baling was confident that he could crush Freddy with just two punches.

The punching power has been greatly improved!

I guess it’s late at night outside again.

Baling plans to go out and continue exploring the dream world.

quack!
The incarnation of anger broke through the dream and went on a spontaneous journey.

Baling swam around aimlessly again and couldn't remember how long he had been swimming, but fortunately, he had a sense of it.

Without hesitation, Baling sped up and swam towards the Fate Dream Bubble with all his strength.

The familiar plane crash happened again, but the experienced Baling had opened holes in his body in advance to inflate himself, and he landed smoothly while floating in the air.

The sparks that ignited my body were caused by lightning and thunder when I was accidentally struck by lightning.

Fortunately, it was raining heavily outside and the sparks were quickly extinguished.

Because this time he didn't come to Mengpao when he was close to exhaustion, and there was no accident when he landed, so Baling's angry incarnation still retained his strength.

The rice stalks connected to repair the damaged holes, and the rain water that poured into his body was spit out from his mouth. Baling moved his body and moved forward like a snake.

Now he is standing on the road in front of the gate of an ordinary red house.

The thunder was very loud and there was no telling when the heavy rain would stop.

The owner of the dream is in this red house.

Baling coiled his body, his slender neck straight, his cold triangular eyes staring at the window on the second floor, which was not closed properly.

The wind blew the thin curtains, and a small figure approached and pulled down the window.

Crack!

The clouds were covered with dark clouds, and in an instant, thunder and lightning burst out in the shape of trees.

Brought a brief moment of light.

Baling clearly saw that behind the little girl, there seemed to be a cold person following closely.

He smelled the scent of evil.

Why is this happening?

Are the people who are destined to be with me all born evil little ghosts?
No! Impossible, absolutely impossible!

I, Baling, have a kind nature.

Baling was unwilling to admit this result. Emma could be said to be an accident, but he could no longer find an excuse for this dream.

Maybe there is some misunderstanding.

Baling still found an excuse for himself.

No matter what, since we are here, we should meet each other.

Baling climbed up the rough wall easily, pulled the window, lifted it up, and crawled in.

Children, don't panic, Uncle Baling is here to save you.

(End of this chapter)