I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
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Chapter 768: 767.B-grade movie_1 Chapter 768: 767.B-grade movie_1 “You can’t go to Miskatonic.”

The old woman’s words echoed in the room, causing James’s recently dried cold sweat to bead once more.

She stared at James and the others like an owl, with her head turned around, while Valeria directly hid behind James, quite guarded, and the drunk Talia sobered up a bit. She looked at the old woman, not daring to speak.

“What’s wrong with Miskatonic?”

James asked curiously.

“It’s not a good place, insular, isolated; they don’t welcome outsiders,” the old woman droned, throwing another glance at the camera in Scott’s hand.

“My son, he too loved films. For his twelfth birthday, he received a video camera. He filmed a lot of footage.”

She turned her head back and continued slicing the smoked meat with the knife in her hand.

“In the cabinet under the television, they are all his work. He even made films, you might be interested,” she added.

Having sliced the meat, the old woman turned on the stove, heated the pan, and poured a little oil, seemingly ready to fry the bacon and ham.

“Really, he must have truly loved films,”

James said, approaching the TV cabinet. The television was quite old, almost the oldest color TV he had ever seen.

In the TV cabinet, there were many videotape boxes, marked with words like “Birthday,” “Travel,” “Fields,” appearing to be home videos.

Further down were words like “Curse,” “Sin,” “Zombie Party,” which seemed distressingly malicious. Considering what the old woman had said, these might be the films her son had made.

B-movies and personal films are the starting point for many directors, particularly in these Western countries. Often, young people receive video cameras as birthday presents, and the interested ones record their lives, making low-budget personal films, like the renowned Spielberg.

Many famous directors’ later work styles also incorporate many traces from their youth, and some, having grown tired of making blockbusters, even turn to B-movies for fun.

In B-movies, horror and suspense themes are evergreen. With the constraints of a low budget, big-budget sci-fi and fantasy productions are clearly unfeasible, while mundane romance and drama films don’t draw enough attention, thus thrillers, horror, crime, and violence have become favorites in B-movies, and at times are synonymous with the genre itself.

It seems this young man also favored horror themes.

James continued to look through, but noticed one tape labeled with a remark that caught his attention.

It read “Film Festival.”

“It’s a shame he’s passed away,”

Out of nowhere, the old woman’s icy words came from behind James.

Startled, he quickly turned around and saw that the old woman had at some point appeared behind him, silent as a shadow.

James glanced at his girlfriend Valeria not far away, somewhat blaming her for not alerting him, but the blonde looked innocent; she hadn’t noticed when the old woman had approached either.

“Passed away?”

Talia, standing by the window, asked.

“Yes, an accident, an unfortunate mishap. He died in Miskatonic, died during the film festival. The last thing I received was this tape,” the old woman said, reaching past James to pull out the tape from the cabinet.

“Do you want to watch it?”

She asked, her voice ethereal.

James swallowed hard; honestly, he didn’t want to see it.

He wasn’t sure if the old woman’s son truly died by accident, or if it was something else. He sensed a neurotic vibe from the old woman, as if she might stab him at any moment. He didn’t want to get overly involved.

“Maybe not…”

James declined.

“Sure we can,”

At that moment, Director Lu Ban suddenly spoke up, giving James a shiver.

“We are very interested in the Miskatonic Film Festival and are planning to create a film related to the festival. I believe this tape could give us some inspiration.”

Director Lu Ban said earnestly.

“Director Lu Ban?”

James did not understand the thoughts of Director Lu Ban and couldn’t help but retort.

“That’s great, he will definitely be very happy.”

The old woman turned around and stuffed a box of videotapes into Director Lu Ban’s hands.

“This box of videotapes is for you guys.”

“Really? Can we have it?”

Director Lu Ban took the videotapes and glanced at them; the plastic cases bore some worn marks, not like the usual knocks and bumps from everyday use, but rather like scratches left by some creature’s claws.

“If his work has an audience, he will surely be happy,”

replied the old woman.

Director Lu Ban nodded.

“Hey, I found the oil, James, come give me a hand.”

Suddenly, Wes’s voice came from the doorway, slightly easing the eerie atmosphere at the scene.

“Oh, okay, sure.”

James stood up, took another glance at the TV cabinet, and then hurried off to help Wes with the car repair.

His girlfriend Valeria also quickly followed, seeming not too keen on staying in the house for long.

“Can I film this place?”

Scott asked, pointing at the TV cabinet.

The old woman did not stop him but simply returned to the kitchen to continue cooking dinner.

Soon the aroma of meat filled the house.

Scott carefully filmed around the room and then focused the camera on the TV cabinet and the videotapes.

He casually picked up a tape marked “Field,” put it into the player, turned on the TV, and after a burst of static, the picture appeared.

“Hey, this is the field, planted with corn. I’m not very fond of corn, but it can make money.”

A voice came from the TV, the sound quality grainy with static, as if coming from a severely interfered radio, and the picture stuttering, giving an ominous feeling like the calm before a storm even though it was shot during the daytime.

“I met some friends in the cornfield; they are quite strange. I plan to leave a record for them.”

The voice continued, and the camera slowly moved deeper into the cornfield.

The towering cornstalks obscured most of the view, with only the paths between plots providing a stark sense of claustrophobia.

“Look, they are right in there.”

A hand appeared in the frame, pointing forward, but perhaps due to this motion, the camera shifted slightly downward and did not capture the pointed-to scene immediately.

But the cameraperson quickly adjusted it.

Just as the camera tilted up, as the curious answer was about to be revealed, a face appeared on the TV.

“!!!”

Talia couldn’t help but scream; the face was pale as death, lying quietly in the cornfield, the surrounding stalks flattened by an unknown entity, forming a strange clearing.

“Hello, Gairot?”

The voice appeared again, the hand gently patting the face of the person lying on the ground, but there was no response, as if he were already dead.

“It seems he’s asleep; I’ll have to wake him up.”

The camera started to shake, and Scott glimpsed, through the shaking lens, the lower half of the person on the ground.

The body was missing its legs, disappearing below the abdomen as if devoured by some creature, the wound scattered with viscera.

The TV set buzzed and turned black, the videotape ending there.

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