I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler - Chapter 767

Chapter 767 766. Don’t stop the camera

This house is a common three-story building in Massachusetts, with a large living room and kitchen on the first floor, a courtyard, a bedroom on the second floor, and a three-story attic. Such a house usually has a garage full of tools, and there may be other nearby. A rather hidden basement.

In such a vast and sparsely populated country, many people have been influenced by doomsday movies, and usually they will carry out a civil defense project in their own house. Even if the zombies attack, they can survive underground for a while.

James and Wes came to the door of the house. They did not rush to knock on the door, but called out twice first.

At night, in the fog, next to a barren highway, people who dare to live here are more or less capable. In this country where guns are legally owned, rashly knocking on other people’s doors is likely to suffer misfortune.

Lu Kizuna also got out of the car. Through his [True Vision], he could see the two people walking in the fog. Their shouts echoed in the empty world, but the owner of the house did not respond.

“Hello, is anyone there?”

James called out twice, but apparently, there was no response.

Wes took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. The fog made his clothes wet, and his eyes felt uncomfortable for a while. He put them on again. Wes came to the door of the room and knocked on the door.

“Hello, is there anyone?”

Wes tried pushing the door.

Surprisingly, the door didn’t close.

“Hey, this door isn’t closed.”

As he said that, Wes pushed the door and walked into the house.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

James persuaded, but Wes was already inside the house.

“No one lives here?”

Walking into the lamp from the fog, Talia, who was slightly drunk, looked into the house.

“Maybe they went out but didn’t lock the door, it was an oversight.”

Wes said jokingly, he walked into the hall, it seemed that there were indeed people living there, there was not much dust on the table and coffee table, and the lights in the living room were dim, as if they would go out at any time.

He glanced at the kitchen and saw that there were still unfinished vegetables, ham and cheese, Wes naturally picked up a slice of ham and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it.

“We shouldn’t come in.”

James followed, and when he saw Wes’s behavior, he immediately stopped it.

In foreign countries, if this kind of illegal intrusion is caught by the owner of the house, and they shoot you on the spot, you don’t have to pay legal responsibility. James didn’t want to make a movie and died.

“What are you filming?”

Looking back, James saw that Scott was following the camera with the camera.

“I want to keep a little note, uh, this state is interesting isn’t it?”

Scott defended, the camera in his hand was about to be put down when he heard Wes’s voice.

“No, don’t stop the camera, this is real.”

He told Scott to continue filming while turning on the tap and washing his hands.

The faucet made a sour metal rubbing sound, and the water that came out seemed to be stored in his own water tank. Clean the paper.

“What are we going to shoot? It’s thriller and unknown, isn’t it right now, think about it, this lonely house by the road, the people inside suddenly disappeared, a group of us came in to explore, what a good subject matter.”

The corners of Wes’s mouth twitched, and he walked towards the stairs again, trying to go upstairs.

“what is this?”

Valerie, who came in, noticed something on the cabinet, it was a picture frame.

There is a photo in the frame. It is a group photo. You can see an elderly woman taking a photo with a young man with the house as the background. However, the faces of both of them are blurred. It’s like being smoked, giving people a weird feeling.

“Are these two people living here?”

James took a look and felt that the photo was really uncomfortable, so he instinctively looked away.

Scott didn’t shy away, the camera took it and gave a close-up.

“Upstairs is the bedroom, maybe they’re asleep?”

Wes stepped on the stairs and made a creaking sound that echoed through the silent room.

“Wes, I think we should leave.”

James said this, but his eyes still glanced at the cupboard. He skipped the eerie picture frame, saw the candlestick with thick melted wax on the cupboard, saw several dirty glasses, an ugly straw and broken A doll made of cloth, he moved his gaze and saw a pair of eyes.

a little bit——

James’ heart skipped a beat, and he saw that the eyes were staring at him.

Those were a pair of turbid eyes, whose original pupil color had long since been unrecognizable, and only reflected James’ face. Beyond the eyes, was a wrinkled face.

“F”

Before scolding, James took a few steps back subconsciously.

The dim light in the living room came over, and James could see the other side clearly.

This is an old woman with gray hair and a wrinkled face. Her eyes moved slightly and she took a slow step forward.

“Sorry, we were just passing by, because the car broke down, so I wanted to ask if I could help”

James hurriedly explained, he looked at the old woman’s hands, and was a little relieved until he confirmed that there was no weapon such as a shotgun there.

The old woman didn’t answer James, just glanced at the others, and her eyes finally fell on Scott, who was carrying the camera.

“Uh, sorry, we’re film students, Scott, put the camera down.”

James cried hurriedly.

Scott turned off the camera recording with a little reluctance.

“Do you have oil? Our car didn’t have oil before, and it can’t drive now.”

James asked again tentatively, winking at Wes to keep him from moving.

Wes also quietly withdrew his foot on the stairs when he saw this.

crunch——

The wooden board made a sound again, making everyone look over.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

Wes hurriedly took a few steps back.

“. Garage, oil, door unlocked.”

The old woman was silent for a moment before speaking.

Her voice was hoarse, like a sand dune blown by the wind, giving a sense of stagnation.

“thanks, thanks.”

James said immediately, he told Wes to leave the house quickly, go to the garage to find oil, and stay in the house himself.

“You live here alone?”

he asked.

“Yeah, it’s been years.”

The old woman responded and walked slowly to the kitchen. At this time, James realized that the old woman was holding a kitchen knife. At the distance just now, she could insert the tip of the knife into James’ chest at any time.

“We were going to Miskatoke to attend the film festival, but I didn’t expect to see this house beside the road. It’s so remote here.”

James wiped his cold sweat and said.

“Miscatok”

The old woman had already put the knife on the bacon on the chopping board, but when she heard James’s words, she stopped the movement of her hand.

“You can’t go to Miskatoke.”

She didn’t move, only the head around her neck turned, the old woman looked at James and whispered.

(end of this chapter)