American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 97 Headgear
A few months ago, Jamie, who lost her biological parents and became an orphan, was adopted by a kind couple.

But in the past few days, Jamie couldn't sleep, or rather, she instinctively didn't want to fall asleep.

Because she was afraid that something bad would happen.

But in fact, the bad thing has already happened quietly, and it cannot be diverted by Jamie's will.

It's very late at night.

Jamie still had to go back to her room to sleep.

Somehow, Jamie was in a state of confusion tonight, and an ominous premonition arose in her heart.

She took out a photo of her mother and couldn't help sobbing softly.

Then, she prayed before going to bed, and the door opened by itself without any wind.

Jamie stepped forward and took a look. She found that her favorite doll had fallen to the ground, so she picked it up and put it away.

At this time, Jamie, who was alone, felt increasingly uneasy. She looked around and suddenly looked back, but found nothing unusual.

Inexplicably, Jamie felt that there were eyes secretly observing her in the room, and there were more than one.

This is scary.

There was thunder outside, but Jamie no longer cared. She was more interested in finding the wrong look in her eyes.

Looking quietly at the dim room, Jamie returned to the bed and prepared to go to bed.

Maybe, what I had before was just my own illusion.

The door had just closed, but when Jamie turned around to look again, it opened again.

That's impossible! Little Jamie was deeply puzzled.

She remembered that she had clearly closed the door.

Forget it, just close it again.

Jamie walked towards the door, and suddenly her feet felt cold. A hand stretched out from under the dark bed and grabbed her ankle.

Completely caught off guard, Jamie was dragged and fell.

She screamed and struggled, her five short fingers scratching long scratches on the carpet.

However, the child had no strength to resist and was about to be dragged under the bed.

At this time, Baling took action.

He was lurking on the ceiling, with half of his long body hanging down, and his four legs with bone blades spread out. Under the white light of lightning, they flashed palely, reflecting clearly and making people's hair stand on end.

The ferocious white face hanging upside down smiled kindly at Jamie, who was lying on the ground, and said:

"Don't be afraid, kid. Uncle will protect your dreams."

"Ahh-!"

In response, he was met with Jamie's high-pitched scream.

Jamie didn't know where she got the strength from, but she broke free from the restraints and crawled to the door.

I turned the door handle, but it wouldn't open, as if it was stuck.

Afraid of being chased, Jamie turned back in horror and saw a man with a white hood doing sit-ups.

A familiar yet strange feeling appeared in Jamie's mind, that was the feeling of family.

"Save me! Someone save me!"

Jamie knocked on the door while crying.

"How dare you! You dare to commit murder in front of me!" Baling shouted, and moved forward with his upside-down body. With an elbow strike, the bone blade on his side arm immediately slashed towards the man in the hood.

call!
The blade cut through the air, but the hooded man disappeared.

How is it possible? In the dream, this man suddenly disappeared!

Baling was stunned for a moment, and a new accident happened at the door. The door suddenly opened, and standing outside was the disappeared man in the mask - Michael Myers, a murderer who was about to return after a decade of silence.

Michael gripped the dagger tightly and fiercely stabbed his only relative, his niece Jamie. Jamie screamed and ran away, her short body suddenly fell down and slid under the bed.

Michael wanted to chase quickly, but his body suddenly suffered a severe blow, a tail swing more ferocious than a steel whip.

There was a loud explosion in the air that echoed through the night sky.

Baling jumped down from the ceiling, twisted his long body, and blasted Michael directly from the second floor. After crashing into several walls, he lay quietly on the street like a broken doll.

"Gah! My home. Wuuuuu, my home is gone." Jamie poked half of her head out from under the bed and looked sadly at the human-shaped passage that connected the two rooms.

"Home is where the people are," Baling said caringly.

To be honest, he is actually a warm man.

Now, it can be considered a warm snake.

As soon as he spoke, Jamie shrank back under the bed, muttering: "You can't see me, you can't see me..."

"I see you!"

Baling ruthlessly exposed Jamie's ostrich behavior.

"ah!"

Jamie couldn't deceive herself now.

But she didn't dare to expose her body. After all, the tragic scene of Michael being blown away was still in front of her eyes. She was so small that she would be torn into pieces if she was hit. There was no need for rescue.

"Don't be afraid. I'm a good person to good and kind children. Otherwise, why would I help you, right?"

Baling patiently advised, and Jamie thought about it carefully, and it seemed to be true.

So, she tremblingly revealed half of her face, secretly glanced at Baling's appearance and figure, and then shrank back inwardly.

He looks so scary, ten times scarier than that guy with the mask!

"Child, come out. Don't judge people by appearances, or I, your uncle, will leave in anger. After I leave, if the monster hood comes, who can protect you?"

Baling's voice was getting closer and closer, and Jamie could even feel the touch of Baling crawling on the bed.

Jamie hated herself at this moment. Why did she have such a good imagination?

The broad palms sunk into the mattress, sharp nails scratched the pillow, and rough scales rubbed against the sheets.

Listening to these sounds so close to her, she couldn't help but feel a chill down her spine and goose bumps on her skin.

quack!
Suddenly, the whole bed was lifted up, and Jamie had nowhere to hide. She panicked and wanted to escape again, but before Baling lifted up the whole bed with his tall figure, Jamie seemed to be fixed in place.

Don't dare to move, don't dare to move.

Suddenly, a black shadow broke through the wall and rushed in.

Baling took a quick look and saw that a car had driven onto the second floor. The front of the car crashed through the wall, and most of the car body was inserted into the room. It must be said that the driver had excellent driving skills.

If you don’t know, you might think you are playing a game.

The sound of the engine starting became louder, and lightning streaked across the night sky, illuminating the darkness and allowing the man in the white hood in the driver's seat to be seen by everyone.

"Damn it! You still dare to come up here? You're simply courting death."

Without waiting for the car to continue accelerating, Baling swung his waist and leaned his body back into an inverted "C" shape, then threw the lifted bed out like a bowstring filled with power.

Bang!
The flying bed was like a cannonball, knocking the car down and sending it crashing down from the second floor.

The sound of the vehicle exploding blew away the glass, and the burning flames made the room much brighter.

Now, Jamie's home has become more transparent.

The cool wind, carrying rain, blew back into the bedroom, and the cold icy rain hit Jamie's dazed face.

"Don't be afraid, kid. Uncle will protect you."

Baling thought she was frightened silly, so he picked up a fallen quilt and draped it over Jamie.

Don't let the child get cold.

(End of this chapter)