American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 18 Try
We can't wait any longer, maybe we should actually go to that place.

Mother Rose looked at her daughter sleeping and made a secret decision.

A quiet night.

Ross drove along the road leading to Silent Hill with his daughter Sharon.

It's getting dark.

After many twists and turns, Ross unexpectedly saw the fork in the road leading to Silent Hill.

Then he stepped on the accelerator and drove through the blocked gate in a very normal manner, entering the road that Baling had driven on before.

The silver jeep continued to move deeper, and suddenly a sharp and chaotic electric sound came from the car's radio.

Sharon felt as if a devilish sound had penetrated her ears and she reacted instantly.

It was Alessa who exerted her strength. She was using the dark power to open the entrance to another Silent Hill.

Dark Alessa's figure suddenly appeared in the middle of the road, walking with her head lowered, as if she was strolling in her own hall.

Whose child is running around!

Ross, who was driving, was so scared that he thought he was going to hit someone. He quickly turned the steering wheel and stepped on the brakes.

Finally, amid Sharon's screams, Ross banged his head on the steering wheel and got a good night's sleep.

Not long after.

A motorcycle was chasing after me, making a beeping sound.

Policewoman Sybil was worried that a crime might happen, so she chased Ross along the way. She was driving too fast and couldn't brake, so she crashed into a car.

At this time, Dark Alesha had just completed opening the passage, pulling all the living people within the range of the car into another space of Silent Hill.

Dark Alessa: "Looks like I pulled one more?"

"...Forget it, forget about that unlucky girl. She bumped into this on her own."

Now that all the people involved in the plan are here, it's time to move forward.

Dark Alesha couldn't wait any longer.

Thirty years, do you know how she got through these thirty years?

She could only watch the believers being tortured over and over again. She was tired of playing the modified game.

Every day she wanted to plot against everyone in the church, but her damn faith kept her at bay.

Do you understand how painful it is to be able to see but not be able to eat?

It wasn't until nine years ago that she had a flash of inspiration and came up with a good idea, a plan that took a lot of time and effort.

Alesha's kindness was transformed into a newborn baby girl, who was sent to an orphanage outside to be adopted by a loving couple.

Little Sharon has felt enough love since she was a child, and she has a mother who loves her enough.

And as long as the mother is willing to become a container for darkness, she can overcome the church's obstruction.

By then, blood will flow like a river and souls will be harvested.

Silent Hill, the otherworld.

The silent darkness, like a giant beast, devoured the entire Silent Hill.

In the silver jeep, the blonde child Sharon opened the door by herself, closed her eyes, and moved freely in the dark.

She didn't know what she was doing.

I just walked forward involuntarily, like a unconscious puppet.

“GO, GO, GO…”

She will temporarily hide in a safe place, like an NPC waiting for instructions, and complete her mission under Alesha's step-by-step guidance.

Meanwhile, Aresha wants to let her adoptive mother Rose feel the pain of losing her daughter first, and use her love to gradually achieve Aresha's plan.

……

Do we need sleep after death?

This is a profound question that is worth pondering.

Over the past half month.

Baling has been exploring this great question for a long time, and now, frankly speaking, he feels that it may be necessary.

Because it kills time.

He lay on his side in bed, covered with tattered bedding, letting his consciousness slowly drift into sleep.

Whether it is morning, noon or night.

Here in Silent Hill, the conventional division of day and night is no longer accurate.

There was originally a mobile phone for checking the time, but it was taken away by the evil believers.

Baling's concept of time is becoming increasingly vague, and he hopes that his life will be different.

Silent Hill is such a small place, and Baling has visited it over and over again, both during his lifetime and after his death.

Even fighting with Pyramid Head could not bring Baling new passion.

It turns out that loneliness is such a terrible thing.

Every day, life is monotonous and unchanging. Even chasing and hacking at believers is not that interesting.

Also, why are these damn believers becoming more and more cautious!
Ever since one time when Baling accidentally got too close and was kicked several meters away in panic, their fear was greatly reduced.

If Baling hadn't been able to set himself on fire and turn himself into a burning scarecrow, I'm afraid people wouldn't even have respected him.

But because of his short legs, he couldn't catch up, and Baling was helpless.

The game of chase became very boring, like a daily check-in.

later.

Baling tried to strengthen himself so that he could stand up like a real man in the outside world.

Baling decided to exercise to strengthen his body.

Of course, it is not the ordinary exercises such as push-ups, sit-ups, running or lifting weights in the gym, but it starts from a more fundamental place.

In the other world, he used the book of strange stories to change his form again and again, and realized the weaving method and structure of straw in different forms.

When he arrived in the surface world, Baling recorded his insights again in the book of strange stories, on the page belonging to the scarecrow, and added a new entry for it.

Sometimes he succeeded, sometimes he failed.

When the direction is right, new records can be left. If the direction is wrong, the written records will disappear, as if they had never been written.

Thanks to the convenience of the Book of Strange Tales, Baling was able to filter out wrong directions and save a lot of time.

Afterwards, he tried to modify and weave his straw body in the right direction to simulate those forms that were good at fighting, so that he could have a certain stable combat capability when he was in the surface world.

Slowly, his body was able to change as he mobilized the Book of Ghost Stories.

Scarecrow, transform!

Tens of thousands of straws flowed continuously like water, moving and changing in the body. After a series of complex structural combination changes, Baling succeeded for the first time.

His body became stronger and more condensed than before.

The new scarecrow wears a white mask, has broad shoulders like double doors, well-developed muscles, a mighty and majestic body, and a heavy machete!

I am different now.

Baling looked up at the increasingly large chair, and the joy of success was instantly diluted.

He became shorter again.

Sure enough, without the magical power of darkness and the environment of the other world, normally, the concentrated ones are the essence!
At this moment, Baling was a super mini version of Jason, holding a pyramid-headed machete in his hand, but it was the size of a child's toy.

In this state, he can only sit at the same table with the big bug in Silent Hill. If someone steps on him, his pulp will burst out.

However, Baling did not lose heart, as he believed that a good start is half the success.

The direction is right, but it needs some minor revisions.

Then, Baling returned to the boring experiment.

Until the time jumps to the present day.

Baling heard from Alesha that her revenge plan was about to officially enter a new stage.

(End of this chapter)