Chapter 768 767.B Grade Film

   "You can't go to Miskatoke."

   The old woman's words echoed in the room, causing James to break out the cold sweat he had just wiped off.

She was like an owl, staring at James and the others with her turned head. Valerie hid directly behind James, quite alert, and the drunk Thalia suddenly became sober, she looked at the old woman People, don't dare to speak out.

   "What happened to Miskatoke?"

  James asked curiously.

   "It's not a good place, it's xenophobic, closed, and they don't welcome outsiders."

   the old woman muttered, and glanced at the camera in Scott's hand again.

   "My son used to love movies. His twelfth birthday gift was a camera. He shot a lot of videos."

   She turned around and continued to slice the bacon with the kitchen knife in her hand.

   "In the cabinet under the TV, he shot all of them. He has also made movies. You may be interested."

   After cutting the meat, the old woman turned on the fire on the stove, heated the pan, poured a little oil, and seemed to be preparing to fry bacon and ham.

   "Really, then he really likes movies."

  James said, he came to the TV cabinet, the TV was quite old, almost the oldest color TV he had ever seen.

  In the TV cabinet, there are many cassettes of video tapes with words such as "birthday", "travel" and "field" marked with words, which look like home videos.

   Continue to look down, and there are shockingly vicious words such as "curse", "sin", "zombie party", which are related to the words of the old woman, which may be a movie made by her son.

B-level films and personal films are the starting point for many directors, especially in these western countries, many young people will receive cameras as their birthday gifts, and interested guys will use them to record their lives and shoot low-cost individuals. Movies, such as the famous Spielberg.

  The creative styles of many well-known directors in the future are also mixed with traces of their youth. Some directors are even tired of shooting blockbusters, and they will turn their heads to shoot some B-level movies for fun.

In B-level films, horror and thriller themes are enduring. Under the constraints of small costs, sci-fi and fantasy productions are obviously untenable, and bland romantic literary films are not enough to attract attention. Thriller, horror, crime, and violence themes have become It became the darling of B-grade films, and even became synonymous with B-grade films for a time.

   It seems that this young man also likes horror themes.

  James continued to scan, but found that there was a note on a videotape that was of concern.

   It says "Film Festival".

   "Unfortunately he has passed away."

   Suddenly, the old woman's cold words came from behind James.

   He was taken aback and turned around in a hurry, seeing that the old woman had come behind him at some point, silently.

  James glanced at his girlfriend Valerie not far away, and complained that the other party didn't remind him, but the blonde girl looked innocent, and she didn't notice when the old woman came over.

"died?"

   asked Thalia who was standing by the window.

   "Yes, an accident, an unfortunate accident, he died in Miskatoke, at a film festival, and the last thing I got was this videotape."

  The old woman passed James, reached out and pulled out the cassette from the closet.

   "Do you want to see it?"

   she asked quietly.

  James swallowed, to be honest, he really didn't want to see this thing.

He didn't know if the old woman's son died because of an accident, or something else. He felt that the old woman had a neurotic feeling, and he might stab him at any time. He didn't want to get involved. too deep.

   "It's still not needed"

  James refused.

"sure."

   At this time, Lu Bian suddenly made a sound, which made James shudder.

   "We are very interested in the Miskatoke Film Festival and are planning to create a film related to the festival. I believe this video can give us some inspiration."

   Lu Kizuna said solemnly.

   "Director Lu Kizuna?"

  James didn't understand Lu Bian's thoughts, so he couldn't help but ask.

   "That's great, he'll be happy for sure."

  The old woman turned around and shoved the videotape into Lu Kian's hand.

   "I'll give you this videotape."

"Is it really possible?"

  Lu stumbled over the video tape and glanced at it. There were some signs of wear and tear on the plastic casing of the video tape. It didn't look like a bump in daily use, but rather like scratches from some creature's claws on it.

   "If he shoots something with an audience, he'll be happy."

   replied the old woman.

   Lu Jun nodded.

   "Hey, I found the oil, James, come and help."

   Suddenly, Wes's voice came from the door, which eased the strange atmosphere of the scene a little.

   "Oh, good, good."

  James got up, glanced at the TV cabinet again, and hurriedly followed Wes to repair the vehicle.

   His girlfriend Valerie followed closely, and didn't seem to want to stay in this house for long.

   "Can I take a picture of this?"

   Scott asked, pointing to the TV cabinet.

  The old woman did not stop her, but went back to the kitchen to continue cooking dinner.

   The smell of meat soon filled the room.

  Scott took a serious shot of the house, then landed on the TV cabinet and those tapes.

  He randomly took a box of videotapes labeled "Field", put it in the player, turned on the TV, and after a while of snowflakes, the picture appeared.

   "Hey, this is the field. There's corn in it. I don't like corn very much, but they sell for money."

A voice came from the TV. I don't know if it was a problem with the projector or the TV. The sound had a lot of noise, like a radio that was seriously disturbed. It feels dark, like before the storm.

   "I met some friends in the cornfield, they were amazing, and I'm going to leave some notes for them."

The sound of    continues, and the camera gradually penetrates into the cornfield.

  The towering corn blocks most of the view, and only the small roads are separated between the blocks, giving a strong sense of depression.

   "Look at them right there."

   A hand appeared in the picture, pointing forward, but maybe because of this action, the camera shifted slightly downward, and there was no picture of where he was pointing at the first time.

   But the photographer quickly adjusted.

   Just when the camera went up and the curious answer was about to be revealed, a face appeared on the TV.

  “!!!”

  Talia couldn't help screaming, her face was as pale as a dead man, he lay quietly in the cornfield, the surrounding corn was overwhelmed by unknown things, forming a strange clearing.

   "Hello, Garrett?"

The    voice appeared again, the hand patted the face of the man lying on the ground lightly, but the other party did not respond, as if he had already died.

   "Looks like he's asleep, I have to wake him up first."

  The camera began to shake, and Scott caught a glimpse, and the lower body of the man lying on the ground was reflected in the shaking shot.

  The body had no legs, and it disappeared from the abdomen, like a wound that had been gnawed by some creature, and its internal organs were scattered.

  The TV went black with a squeak, and the tape ended here.

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