I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 767 - 767 766. Keep the camera rolling_1

Chapter 767: 766. Keep the camera rolling_1 Chapter 767: 766. Keep the camera rolling_1 The house was a common three-story abode in Massachusetts, with a large living room and kitchen on the first floor, bedrooms on the second, and an attic on the third. Such houses typically came with a garage stuffed with tools, and possibly a rather hidden basement nearby.

In this sparsely populated country, many people had been influenced by doomsday movies, and often constructed civilian air defense shelters in their homes, in the hope of surviving a zombie apocalypse a little longer.

James and Wes arrived at the entrance to the house, but instead of immediately knocking, they called out a couple of times.

In the foggy night, next to the desolate road, those brave enough to live here likely had some capability, and in a country where gun ownership was legal, rashly knocking on someone else’s door could potentially lead to misfortune.

Lu Ban also got out of the car; he could see the two walking through the fog using “True Sight,” their calls echoing in the empty world. However, there was no response from the homeowner.

“Hello, is anyone there?”

James called out again, but clearly, there was no answer.

Wes took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, as the fog made his clothes damp, and his eyes felt uncomfortable. Putting his glasses back on, Wes approached the front door and knocked.

“Hello, is anyone home?”

Wes tried pushing the door.

Surprisingly, the door was unlocked.

“Hey, this door isn’t locked.”

Wes said as he pushed the door open and stepped inside the house.

“I don’t think this is a good idea.”

James advised, but Wes had already entered the house.

“Is it unoccupied here?”

Talia, slightly tipsy from the mist, peered into the house from under the lamp outside.

“Maybe they went out and just forgot to lock the door. That’s really careless,” Wes said mockingly as he entered the foyer. It certainly looked lived in; there was hardly any dust on the tables and coffee table, and the lights in the living room were dim, as if they might go out at any moment.

He glanced at the kitchen and noticed vegetables, ham, and cheese that hadn’t been put away properly. Wes naturally picked up a slice of ham and stuffed it in his mouth, chewing heartily.

“We shouldn’t have come in.”

James followed after him, and immediately admonished Wes when he saw what he was doing.

In a foreign land, getting caught illegally entering a house could lead to the homeowner shooting you on the spot without any legal repercussions, and James wasn’t about to lose his life over a film.

“What are you filming?”

Turning around, James saw Scott carrying a video camera, continuing to film everything.

“I want to keep a record. This situation is quite interesting, isn’t it?” Scott argued, as he was about to put down the camera when Wes’s voice stopped him.

“No, don’t stop filming; this is real.”

He instructed Scott to continue shooting as he turned on the tap and washed his hands.

The faucet emitted a grating metallic sound as the water that ran out appeared to have been stored in a water tank, looking slightly murky. Wes sniffed his fingers and frowned slightly, only managing to wipe them dry with a piece of kitchen paper.

“What we’re filming is about thrills and the unknown, and isn’t that exactly what we have now? Consider it, this lonely house by the road, those inside have suddenly disappeared, and here we are, a group of people coming to explore. What a great subject matter.”

Wes’s mouth curled up into a smile as he made his way toward the staircase, intending to go up.

“What’s this?”

Valeria, who had entered after them, noticed something on the cabinet – a picture frame.

The frame held a photograph of an elderly woman and a young person posing in front of the house. But both of their faces were blurred, as though smoke had passed over them, leaving a creepy impression.

“Do these two live here?”

James took one look and felt uncomfortable with the photograph, instinctively averting his gaze.

Scott, on the other hand, had no such qualms. The video camera captured the picture, and even provided a close-up.

“The bedrooms are upstairs, maybe they are asleep?”

Wes stepped onto the staircase, making a creaking sound that echoed in the silent house.

“Wes, I think we should leave.”

James said this while his gaze still swept across the cabinet; he passed by that eerie picture frame and saw a candlestick with thick layers of melted wax on the cabinet, a few dirty glasses, an ugly doll made of straw and rags, and then his eyes moved and saw a pair of eyes.

Click—

James’s heart skipped a beat; he saw that those eyes were staring at him.

They were a pair of murky eyes, their original pupil color no longer distinguishable, reflecting only James’s face. Beyond those eyes was a face covered in wrinkles.

“F…”

Before he could swear, James instinctively took several steps back.

The dim light from the living room shone over, and James could finally see the face clearly.

It was an old woman, with patchy white hair and a face full of wrinkles; her eyes moved slightly as she took a slow step forward.

“Sorry, we are just passing by; our car broke down, so we were wondering if you could help…”

James quickly explained. His eyes darted to the old woman’s hands and only relaxed a little after confirming there was no shotgun or similar weapon in them.

The old woman did not respond to James, just glanced at the others and her gaze finally rested on Scott, who was carrying the camera.

“Uh, sorry about that. We are film students—Scott, put the camera down quickly.”

James called out in a hurry.

Scott then reluctantly stopped the recording on the camera.

“Do you have any motor oil? Our car didn’t have any oil put in, and now we can’t start it.”

James asked tentatively while giving Wes a look, signaling him not to make any rash moves.

Seeing this, Wes also quietly withdrew his foot from the stairs.

Creak—

The floorboards emitted a sound again, causing everyone to look that way.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

Wes quickly took several steps back.

“…The garage has oil, the door is unlocked.”

After a moment of silence, the old woman spoke.

Her voice was hoarse, like sand dunes blown by wind, giving a sense of roughness.

“Thank you, thank you.”

James immediately said. He told Wes to quickly leave the house and go to the garage for the oil, while he stayed inside.

“Do you live here alone?”

He asked.

“Yes, for many years now.”

The old woman responded, slowly walking toward the kitchen; only then did James notice that she was holding a kitchen knife. At the distance they were at just moments before, she could have easily plunged the knife’s tip into James’s chest.

“We were heading to Miskatonic for a film festival; we didn’t expect to see this house by the roadside. It’s really secluded here.”

James wiped off a cold sweat as he continued to speak.

“Miskatonic…”

The old woman, who had already placed the knife on the bacon on the cutting board, stopped her actions once more upon hearing James’s words.

“You can’t go to Miskatonic.”

Without moving her body, only her head on her neck turned around. The old woman looked at James and said in a low voice.