This house is a three-story building common in Massachusetts, with a large living room and kitchen on the first floor, a courtyard, bedrooms on the second floor, and a loft on the third floor. Such houses usually also have a garage full of tools, and there may be a rather hidden basement nearby.

In this sparsely populated country, many people have been influenced by doomsday movies and usually build air defense systems in their homes so that even if zombies attack, they can survive underground for a while.

James and Wes came to the door of the house. Instead of knocking on the door, they shouted twice first.

At night, in the fog, next to a deserted road, anyone who dares to live here is more or less capable. In this country where guns are legal, if you rashly knock on someone else's door, you are likely to encounter misfortune.

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

"Hello, is anyone there?"

James called out twice more, but obviously, there was no response.

Wes took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. The mist made his clothes damp and his eyes felt uncomfortable. He put his glasses back on and came to the door of the house and knocked.

"Hello, is anyone there?"

Wes tried the door.

Surprisingly, the door was not closed.

"Hey, the door is not closed."

As he spoke, Weiss pushed the door open and walked into the room.

"I don't think it's a good idea."

James persuaded, but Wes had already walked into the house.

"No one lives here?"

Walking out of the fog into the light, the slightly tipsy Talia looked inside the house.

"Maybe they went out and left the door unlocked, which was a real oversight."

Wes said sarcastically as he walked into the foyer. It looked like someone really lived here. There wasn't much dust on the desk 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 found that there were still some vegetables, ham and cheese that had not been processed. Wes naturally picked up a piece of ham, stuffed it into his mouth, and began to chew it.

"We shouldn't have come in here."

James followed in, and when he saw Wes's behavior, he immediately spoke up to stop it.

In foreign countries, if you are caught breaking in illegally by the owner of the house, you will not be held legally responsible even if the owner shoots you on the spot. James doesn't want to lose his life just for making a movie.

“What are you filming?”

Looking back, James saw Scott following and filming with a camera.

"I want to leave a little record. Uh, this situation is quite interesting, isn't it?"

Scott defended himself, and was about to put the camera down when he heard Wes' voice.

"No, don't stop the camera, this is real."

He let Scott continue filming while he turned on the tap and washed his hands.

The faucet made a teeth-grinding metallic friction sound, and the water that flowed out seemed to be stored in his own water tank, and was slightly turbid. Wes sniffed his fingers, frowned slightly, and could only tear off a piece of kitchen paper to wipe it clean.

"What we want to shoot is horror and the unknown, isn't it? Think about it, this lonely house next to the road, the people inside suddenly disappeared, and a group of us came in to explore, what a good subject."

Weiss's mouth curled up, and he walked towards the stairs again, trying to go upstairs.

"What's this?"

Valerie, who followed in, noticed something on the cupboard: a photo frame.

There was a photo in the frame. It was a group photo. In it, one could see an elderly woman and a young man taking a photo with the house as the background. However, both of their faces were blurry, as if they had been smoked, giving people a weird feeling.

"These two people live here?"

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

Scott didn't hide it. The camera filmed it and gave a close-up.

"There are bedrooms upstairs, maybe they're already asleep?"

Wes stepped on the stairs, making a creaking sound, and answered in the silent house.

"Wes, I think we should leave."

James said this, but his eyes were still scanning the cupboard. He passed the strange photo frame and saw the candlestick with thick melted wax on the cupboard, a few dirty glass cups, and an ugly doll made of straw and rags. He moved his eyes and saw a pair of eyes.

Click——

James' heart skipped a beat as he saw those eyes staring at him.

Those were a pair of cloudy eyes, and the original pupil color could no longer be distinguished. They only reflected James' face, and outside the eyes was a face covered with wrinkles.

"F..."

Before he could even curse, James subconsciously took several steps back.

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

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

"Sorry, we are just passing by. Our car broke down, so we wanted to ask if we could help..."

James hurriedly explained. He looked at the old woman's hands and was relieved only after confirming that she was not holding any weapon such as a shotgun.

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

"Uh, excuse me, we are students studying film, Scott, put down the camera."

James shouted hurriedly.

Scott then turned off the camera recording with some reluctance.

"Excuse me, do you have any engine oil? Our car didn't have engine oil before, and now it won't run."

James asked again tentatively, winking at Wes to keep still.

Seeing this, Weiss quietly withdrew his foot from the stairs.

Crunch——

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

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that."

Weiss took several steps back in a hurry.

"…garage, engine oil, door unlocked."

The old woman was silent for a moment before she spoke.

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

"Thank you, thank you."

James said immediately that he asked Wes to leave the house quickly and go to the garage to find engine oil, while he stayed in the house.

"You live here alone?"

He asked.

"Yes, it's been many years."

The old woman responded and slowly walked towards the kitchen. At this time, James realized that the old woman was holding a kitchen knife in her hand. 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, and we didn't expect to see this house next to the highway. It's really remote here."

James wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and continued.

"Miskatoke..."

The old woman had already placed the knife on the bacon on the chopping board, but when she heard James' words, she stopped.

"You can't go to Miskatoke."

Her body did not move, only the head on her neck turned, and the old woman looked at James and whispered.