People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

The town of Haddonfield is located in Illinois, nearly two thousand miles from Los Santos.

Even with several drivers taking turns, it still takes two or three days to drive there.

A dark blue van was driving on the intercontinental highway.

The carriage was covered with cartoon stickers of crocodiles with curled edges.

Clancy knelt in the carriage, holding a handheld camera with night vision capabilities, testing the focus of the road sign outside the window.

Peter, sitting in the passenger seat, looked down at a stack of notes on a script and read it aloud softly, his sparse hair held up by hair gel.

Andrei, who was driving, rubbed his tired eyes and, hearing his weak voice, complained:

"Please, Peter, could your tone be any more terrifying? We're going to Miles' old house, the hometown of that masked serial killer!"

"The tone you used when you recited your lines just now sounded like an old man selling lawnmowers!"

Upon hearing Andrei's accusation, Peter angrily threw down the manuscript in his hand: "I've been working for over ten hours straight, Andrei!"

"Besides, this car is as stuffy as a can, you can't expect me to maintain a perfect stage presence in this environment."

Andrei pursed his lips, ignoring his old partner's complaints.

As the founder of the paranormal adventure show "Sewer Crocodile," he only cares about the show's viewership.

The previous episodes exploring abandoned hospitals received lukewarm responses. If this Haddenfield serial killer special doesn't become a hit, their funding will be completely cut off.

"Hey! Suren."

Andrei switched to a more familiar tone and called out to Suren in the back seat of the carriage.

"What are you doing all this way to Haddenfield? Are you also looking for that legendary masked killer?"

Suren leaned back in her hard chair, watching the railing rushing past the window, and casually replied, "I guess so. I've always been quite interested in the legends of these serial killers."

Upon hearing this, Andrei glanced at the stranger he had met online through the rearview mirror.

With mixed heritage, striking features, and silver-white stray hairs interspersed among his black hair, coupled with his uniquely styled trench coat, he naturally exudes an aura that keeps strangers at bay.

In this appearance-obsessed internet age, this kind of image, just by standing in front of the camera, is sure to attract the attention of a large number of young female fans.

"Would you be interested in appearing on my show?"

Andrei turned halfway around, extending an olive branch, "Our program often comes across fresh and exciting cases. With your looks, being an on-location host would be much more interesting than what you're doing now."

Considering that the other party was carpooling, he paused and continued, "And the host's salary is the highest among us."

These words immediately caused a subtle change in the atmosphere inside the carriage.

Peter, sitting in the passenger seat, froze. He turned around and looked at Suren.

Peter's situation was a complete mess, as he was a middle-aged man nearing fifty.

The hefty property taxes, alimony payments from his ex-wife, and credit card bills every month were suffocating him, and he had to keep his job as the on-screen host of the show.

If he were replaced by this young man who appeared out of nowhere, he would be homeless next month.

Suren naturally sensed this hostility and found it somewhat amusing, so he replied perfunctorily:

"Let's talk about it later."

Andrei took it as a matter of consideration and did not press the issue, instead excitedly planning his grand future:

"Once we've explored Miles' old house and secured the first online premiere, the show is sure to be a huge hit."

"Once we have sufficient sponsorship funds, we will immediately head to Louisiana."

The photographer, Clancy, who had been silent until now, looked up: "What are you going to Louisiana for?"

"Dourvi suburbs"

Andrei suddenly lowered his voice, feigning mystery: "There's an abandoned farmhouse there."

"Rumor has it that more than twenty people have mysteriously disappeared in that area over the past three years, and even the police can't find any clues. It's definitely a top-tier hit story."

The group in front of them were enthusiastically discussing their future adventure plans.

Suren leaned against the window, looking at the unchanging scenery outside, feeling somewhat bored.

Strangely enough, this time, hitchhiking with ordinary people, crossing several states, was surprisingly smooth sailing.

He didn't encounter a demon, or even a robber blocking his way, which made him feel somewhat disappointed.

Am I truly destined to never own a vehicle?

A few hours later, the van drove into the town of Haddonfield.

As soon as the car entered the town, it was stopped by a patrolling police car.

A portly sheriff knocked on the car window and questioned them about their origins with a hint of wariness.

When Andrei mentioned "Miles," the sheriff's face instantly darkened, and he sternly warned them to turn around and leave immediately.

The town does not welcome any media or tourists seeking thrills.

Andrei nodded repeatedly in agreement.

Once the patrol car left, he turned the steering wheel and drove directly onto a secluded dirt road, finding a hidden grove of trees to turn off the engine and stop.

After resting for a few hours, the sun gradually set.

"I'm the director of this show, so I have to stay in the car to oversee everything."

While adjusting the monitor in front of him, Andrei instructed, "Peter, take Clancy inside and make sure the call stays on."

"Mr. Suren, this is all we can take you this far. If you'd like to go in and find some excitement, you can join Peter and the others."

Suren nodded.

Miles' old house, though located in a small town, looks gloomy and dilapidated because it has been uninhabited and unmaintained for many years.

The three walked through the woods and arrived at the backyard of the old house.

After climbing over the courtyard wall, a rusty iron chain hung on the back door leading into the house.

Peter pushed the door, but it didn't budge.

He turned to the photographer carrying the equipment: "Clancy, come give me a hand, help me up, and see if we can climb in through the second-floor window."

Seeing the two of them dawdling, Suren walked straight up and kicked the back door.

"Bang!"

The wooden door fell directly inward, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Suren fanned himself and went inside first.

Peter, who remained where he was, watched this scene with his mouth agape, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

Clancy was also taken aback for a moment, then silently picked up the machine he had put down again.

Upon entering, there is a dimly lit corridor with a direct view of the front door's entryway.

A fishy, ​​foul smell wafted from the kitchen on the left.

Suren looked around and saw the carcass of a wild dog lying in the messy kitchen.

The blood on the corpse had not completely congealed, indicating that it had only recently died, and there were still signs of gnawed flesh on its body.

Peter, who followed behind, covered his nose, feeling a wave of nausea and vomiting.

He subconsciously looked at Suren, only to find that the young man was completely calm, without even frowning.

This composure made him feel a great sense of crisis.

It's important to know that Andrei was also watching this scene from behind the scenes, and he would definitely compare the two people's behavior.

He would never allow a passenger who hitches a ride to steal his spotlight and job in front of the camera.

"What's so interesting about a dog killed by wild animals, Clancy? Come upstairs with me!"

Peter, suppressing his nausea, swiped the camera off Clancy's shoulder and pointed it at his own pale and aged face.

"Dear viewers, the first floor only contains traces of wild animals; the second floor is the scene of the crime from back then."

"On Halloween, 6-year-old Michael Myers killed his sister with his own hands."

What exactly happened back then? Follow our camera to find out.

After saying that, he didn't even glance at Suren, and led Clancy up the wooden stairs to the second floor.

Suren was happy to have some free time. He wandered around the various rooms on the first floor and found nothing except for some empty cans.

He returned to the back door and looked behind the stairs leading to the second floor.

There was a door leading to the basement.

Just as Suren stepped forward to open the door, two terrified screams suddenly came from the second floor.