I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 769 - 769 768. Sacrificial Offering_1

Chapter 769: 768. Sacrificial Offering_1 Chapter 769: 768. Sacrificial Offering_1 After watching this roll of videotape, both Talia and Scott looked a bit pale.

If this were true, it would be utterly preposterous, a young man recording such a horrifyingly gruesome corpse as a routine log, and moreover, not being investigated by the police, with the tape well preserved in his home, even freely shown to others.

If this were fake, merely a low-budget horror film made by a youth, then it was too realistic, wasn’t it?

How did he manage to create these lifelike props?

“That’s some impressive filming technique.”

Director Lu Ban suddenly spoke up, causing the two startled university students to look over.

“Horror is fundamentally the fear of the unknown, while the reality we’re familiar with brings a sense of security. This video, using the method of shooting everyday home movies, lowers our guard and immerses us in the scenes being filmed, increasing the sense of involvement. When it then displays something eerie and terrifying that differs from reality, it creates an extremely strong sense of horror,” he explained earnestly.

Hearing Director Lu Ban’s words, the two exchanged glances.

It seemed to make sense.

Many horror movies would begin with a storyline to lay out the protagonist’s identity and personal relationships. Then, they would gradually destroy these relationships, and some works would even start off by affecting the people close to the protagonist, causing “Mutation.”

Is there anything scarier than having one’s own mother, wife, or husband suddenly become deranged and do something horrifying?

Is there anything more fear-inducing than a grisly woman’s head suddenly appearing in one’s warm bed?

The so-called “jump scare” is also all about having a relatively relaxed, peaceful, and quiet environment, and then suddenly, something scary pops up. If the audience is continuously presented with a tense and thrilling environment, the first reaction of most people to a ghost face suddenly jumping out might be to punch it.

“Is, is that so…”

Talia glanced at the array of video tapes in the TV cabinet and couldn’t help but start to imagine what content was inside these tapes.

The one labeled “Birthday,” could it be revealing a head instead of a cake when the box is opened on a birthday?

The tape marked “Travel,” could it be recounting someone’s experience of hiding a body?

And those tapes blatantly labeled “Curse” and “Sin,” Talia dared not guess what content they recorded.

Scott swallowed his saliva, picked up the camera, and captured the scene of these videotapes.

Just then, James, who had gone to fix the car, returned to the doorway.

“Thank you for your help, ma’am, our car is good to go now.”

He signaled to the people inside the house with his eyes, suggesting they leave this place quickly.

“You better not go to Miskatonic, don’t attend the film festival.”

The woman who had prepared dinner and was holding a plate said once more.

Director Lu Ban noticed, she was holding two plates, two meals prepared.

“He died at the film festival, it’s not a festival worth going to. They overturned some traditions, leading to new changes, heh heh.”

The woman sat by the dining table, picked up a sandwich with bacon, egg, and sliced tomatoes in her hand.

“What will happen at the film festival?”

Scott inquired curiously.

“Sacrifices, children, they will select offerings,” the old woman replied, taking a bite of her sandwich, tomato juice lingering at the corner of her mouth like fresh blood.

“Offerings?”

Scott, puzzled, tried to ask for more details.

“Let’s go quickly, we better drive through this section of the road while the fog is thinning,” James urged from the doorway.

Scott had no choice but to leave the old woman’s image behind and exit the house.

The car finally started and drove into the mist, as Lu Ban looked back at the isolated house.

The house was pitch-black, even the dim light on the first floor that had been there at first was gone.

Lu Ban looked up at the second floor.

At that moment, he noticed a figure behind the window on the second floor of the house.

The person was gazing straight at the car, most of their body hidden behind the curtain, with just a pair of eyes partially visible, causing one’s heart to race.

“What is that…”

Scott, with his camera raised, felt a chill as he watched the scene.

“What do you think?”

Lu Ban didn’t answer directly but countered with a question.

“Her son?”

Talia remembered the images she had just seen on the videotape, and a chilling thought surfaced in her mind.

“Could it be… the tapes we just saw were not movies but real footage, her son is still alive, a murderer on the run from the law!!?”

“Director Lu Ban, did you say that to protect our safety?”

She looked at Lu Ban with even more admiration in her eyes.

“Not at all, your imagination is just too rich.”

Lu Ban waved his hand.

“Let’s check out the content of this video tape.”

He pointed to the videotape marked “Film Festival” in Scott’s hand.

“Do you have a player in the car?”

“Of course, let me look for it.”

Scott started searching in the back of the car.

Soon, he brought out the old-style video tape player. Although digital devices were now widespread, some still preferred film, believing it captured images with more texture.

Plugging it in and connecting it to the TV, Scott inserted the videotape into the player, and soon, an image appeared on the TV.

“Can you hear me, can you hear me?”

A voice sounded, and anyone who had seen the earlier videotape could immediately tell it was the voice of the old woman’s son.

“This is the Miskatonic Film Festival, hey, I’m planning to record this festival. They say there will be some unusual programs this time, and I want to see what they are.”

“There’s fog here, typical of this rotten place this season. I hope it won’t affect the day after tomorrow’s film festival.”

“There are already many tourists on the streets, dressed in strange and bizarre ways. I’ve got to say, it’s pretty cool.”

“Look here, that’s my favorite director, he’s going to have a new movie premiere, and I’m really looking forward to it.”

“This is smoked fish pie, a Miskatonic specialty, trust me, you wouldn’t want to try this, it’s quite awful.”

“Oh! The film festival is opening, look at those people, all stars, the opening ceremony is held in the university auditorium, I hope I can snag a seat.”

“Folks, the good news is I know a guy working in the auditorium, he found me a spot, the bad news is it’s on the rooftop, well, the view from here isn’t bad either.”

On the TV, there was footage of Miskatonic shot with his camera, the town enveloped in a thick fog, the whole city shrouded in it.

Then, as now.