Kill through American horror, starting from the witches' coven

"Kenny?"

Ryan shouted tremblingly into the iron gate.

No response.

Looking at the deep iron gate across from him, which swallowed everything like a black hole, he turned around and ran up as fast as he could.

He wanted to escape from here! He wanted to call the police!

Puff!

After taking two steps, a sharp iron hook suddenly pierced his chest from behind.

Ryan stared blankly at the hook protruding from his chest.

"No!!!"

With blood gushing out of his chest, he desperately wanted to continue climbing up.

It was useless.

Like dragging a pig, in the vibration of the iron chain. No matter how Ryan struggled, he still retreated uncontrollably to the depths of the iron gate.

......

The second floor.

Heather seemed to hear some movement downstairs and stopped and listened carefully, but there was nothing.

She just thought that Ryan and Kenny were playing around, so she shook her head and pushed open another door without paying any attention.

The area was very large, so this should be the master bedroom.

Heather picked up a bottle of perfume with an antique appearance on the table and smelled the perfume inside.

It smelled very good, but she didn't know what brand it was.

She put down the perfume, came to the closet next to her, stretched out her hand to open it, looked at the beautiful dresses inside, and smiled slightly.

Her grandmother must be a person who lives a refined life.

Thinking so, Heather closed the closet.

Suddenly, she was startled.

Because while she was moving, a figure was reflected on the mirror of the closet.

Heather looked back quickly.

Under the moonlight shining by the window, there seemed to be a person sitting on the sofa next to the big bed.

Heather took a few steps forward with a nervous look on her face to check.

Then she saw an old man who had died long ago and whose skin had even become extremely black appeared in her sight.

Heather was shocked to see a dead person so close for the first time.

Although she knew that the old woman in front of her was most likely her grandmother, she felt a creepy feeling staying here, so she left quickly.

"Ryan! Ryan!"

She walked downstairs quickly and shouted to her boyfriend.

Whether it was telling this matter or burying her grandmother's body, she couldn't do it alone, and she needed help from others.

However, she shouted for a long time, but her boyfriend was nowhere to be seen.

"Ryan?"

Heather came to the billiard room and didn't see Ryan.

"Kenny? Where are you? Come out quickly, don't hide, it's not fun at all. I have something important to tell you."

Heather came to the restaurant again, and she frowned and shouted when she didn't see Kenny.

Still no response.

Heather looked around, and like Ryan before, she noticed that there was another room, so she pushed the door in and came to the corridor downstairs.

When she saw the fresh long bloodstains on the steps, she opened her mouth in fear.

"Oh my God!"

Heather covered her mouth tightly.

When she realized that something was wrong, she was hesitating whether to continue to explore.

Buzz~~Buzz~~

The sharp sound of the chainsaw sounded instantly.

Heather's pupils shrank suddenly, and she saw a burly and tall monster wearing a thick human skin mask holding a huge and ferocious chainsaw and rushing towards her.

"Ah!!!"

A shrill scream of fear came from Heather's mouth.

Without hesitation, stimulated by adrenaline, she burst out at the fastest speed in her life, turned around and ran for her life.

Bang! Bang!

In a panic, a large number of plates and furniture along the way were knocked down.

The embarrassed Heather didn't care about these. She quickly ran to the door and pushed it open, and finally rushed out of the house.

But it wasn't over yet.

Buzz buzz buzz...

The sound of the chainsaw, like a soul-stirring sound, kept chasing her.

Heather continued to run wildly with a scream.

That's it.

In the night, on the manor.

Accompanied by the cool breeze and the fresh smell of grass and trees.

On a road leading directly to the outermost iron gate.

A hot young girl and a terrifying Leatherface holding a chainsaw started a life-and-death chase.

When Robb rode his bicycle and took Nikki to the manor at lightning speed, he saw Heather, who looked terrified and didn't even know that the buttons of her shirt had fallen off, running towards them with a large amount of beauty.

Ten-level vibration!

Earth-shaking!

This was Robb's first impression.

At the same time, Heather was delighted when she saw Robb and Nikki, and then she immediately shouted anxiously: "Run! There is a perverted killer behind us!"

As if to confirm what she said.

A sharp electric saw sound came into Robb and Nikki's ears.

The two looked over and saw onlyAgainst the backdrop of the night, the thick human-leather face looked particularly hideous, as if a tall man crawling out of hell was holding a chainsaw high, rushing towards him in silence, giving people a deeper level of fear.

Instantly, Nikki's legs became a little weak.

She quickly grabbed Robb's arm and said quickly with a trembling voice: "Rob... Robb, let's run!"

Robb said without any surprise: "You forgot what my profession is."

He glanced at the high-frequency chainsaw in the hands of the running human-leather face, which was definitely not something that flesh and blood could resist, and then looked around. Without a handy weapon, he could only use the bicycle under him to make up the number.

"What profession? Robb! What are you doing? Aren't you running?" Nikki, who wanted to run away immediately, was terrified and confused when she saw Robb's actions.

If she wasn't too weak, she would have wanted to drag Robb away by force.

"Don't worry, leave this to me. I have encountered many guys who are more powerful than this guy in my career."

Robb patted Nikki on the shoulder.

The other party is pretty good. She didn't run away without caring about feelings like other bitches when they encountered danger.

Until now, Nikki still wanted to drag Robb to run away together.

As for confronting the murderer head-on, she didn't have the courage.

Seeing Robb mention his profession several times, Nikki, who was sweating profusely, finally remembered it at this time.

Psychic detective?

Is this the working characteristic of this profession?

Nikki suddenly felt that she seemed to be incompetent as an assistant.

"Why don't you run?"

After a delay, Heather had already run in front of them.

This means that Leatherface is very close.

Without further delay, Robb quickly pushed Nikki and Heather back and ordered: "You run first, I will deal with him."

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he even used mind control on the two women.

Just like that, Nikki and Heather ran out without delay.

Robb, who was left alone, raised his bicycle and looked at Leatherface who was getting closer and closer. He said calmly, "Are you mentally retarded or just bloodthirsty?"

Leatherface did not respond.

In his eyes, all humans were lambs to be slaughtered. When he saw that the girl he had been chasing before was gone and a strange man stood in front of him, he didn't care much and simply raised the huge chainsaw.

In the sharp buzzing sound, he chopped Robb like a butcher cutting a cow, with extremely skilled movements and even a weird sense of art.