Kill American Terror, Starting from the Witches’ Coven

On a dusty mirror, Robb's figure stood inside, looking around the room in front of him.

It's a room, but rather a storage room with a large area.

The collection inside is very large, but it looks strange.

The rows of shelves were not book shardies, but a large number of terrifying and hideous devil masks, terrifying skulls, and statues of different shapes.

There are old televisions, pianos, typewriters, child-sized mummies and ram heads.

As far as the eye can see, there are at least thousands of large and small collections.

Did you come to some cult base camp?

Robb in the mirror couldn't help but think like this for the first time.

After all, how weird it is to look here.

It's not at all like a normal place to stay.

Robb's brow furrowed.

Suddenly!

In the storage room, a light and elegant music melody sounded without warning.

Others may be shocked, but Robb's face does not change in the slightest.

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a shelf that looked a little old, the red and white music box on the surface had been opened, and with beautiful music, a ballet dancer inside was dancing.

Beside him, a doll monkey wearing a red dress and the size of a fist also opened its monkey mouth and looked like he was pulling up the organ in his hand with a smile.

Robb looked in his eyes and froze.

Coincidental?

Or on purpose?

Dingding~~~

As if telling Robb the answer.

A loud phone rang suddenly again in the storage room.

From a phone that looks a little older.

This is just the beginning.

In the following time, the originally quiet storage room suddenly became very lively.

Knock Knock ~~ Knock Knock ~ ~

On the worn piano, the black and white keys automatically play a melodious piano song.

Crunch~Crunch~

The unmanned rocking chair on the side automatically swayed, as if a person was sitting on it who was happily listening to music.

"A twisted man who walked a twisted path. Take a twisted sixpence in hand, step up the twisted steps, buy a crooked cat, and the cat catches a crooked mouse. They live together in a crooked hut..." Not

far away, the horse lantern was not willing to be lonely, and with the cheerful rhythm, the shadow called "Hunchback Freak" on the lamp wall became larger and larger.

When ~~~

a crisp landing sound followed.

A series of scrolling sounds followed.

A silver coin rolled out of the darkness and landed in front of Robb's mirror.

In the mirror, Robb looked down at the silver coin that fell in front of him, and then raised his head to look at the strange phenomenon of suddenly dancing in front of him.

Spiritual vision opens.

Moment!

The supernatural light that filled the screen almost blinded his eyes.

Robb kind of understood why the Bloody Mary Mirror made a strange scream before it was hung up, and why he tried everything to escape here.

It turned out to be looking for help.

And there are more than one or two.

The abacus played very well.

Robb snorted coldly, facing the appearance of more and more supernatural phenomena on the scene, his face was still calm, and he even had the leisure to think about who was idle and bored to put together so many items stained with supernatural aura.

Raising clams?

That's right!

Since most of the items in this room are linked to supernatural beings, isn't there also a problem with the mirror where you are?

Robb suddenly thought of this.

That's when it was there.

Robb suddenly found that the mirror space he was in suddenly trembled.

Before he had time to react, his whole person was thrown into the real world by the mirror.

Syllable.

Robb's feet landed on the floor of the storage room, just stepping on the silver coins on the ground.

As if welcoming him.

At this moment, Robb was speeding on the typewriter in front of his sight, typing out one letter after another, and soon covered the entire paper.

"You're finally here... Here you are finally here.... Here you are... You..."

boom~~

The paper suddenly spontaneously combusted, and then the entire typewriter was also engulfed in flames, and it was no longer loud.

"The tiger is not powerful, really I am a sick cat."

Looking away from the typewriter, Robb smiled coldly.

Although he was forced to come, he was at ease as he came, and he didn't mind making another extra profit.

Robb looked around.

With the appearance of this living person, the whole room was suddenly stimulated at this time, and various strange phenomena appeared more and more frequently.

So much so that the numerous crosses that had been hanging on the wall fell involuntarily to the ground one after another.

Oh~~~

Another silver coin rolled from the depths of the darkness that could not be seen clearly, and the target fell in front of Robb.

Luo Bo didn't look at it, directly kicked it away, and then walked towards the corner where the light suddenly glowed.

Shining light is an old television set from the seventies and eighties.

At this time, the screen opens, and there is a picture inside.

The protagonist is Robb himself, and the environment is the storage room right now.

"Pretend to be a ghost."

Robb glanced at it a few times and almost understood that this was a strange TV set that could predict his future in a few seconds and project it.

Predicting the future may seem amazing, but if Robb believes in his experience, he will only be out of luck.

You know, there is no kindness in the supernatural.

The so-called prediction of the future is more likely to make you follow its meaning, seemingly avoiding one crisis, but unknowingly falling into another, greater crisis.

"Have you ever predicted your future?"

The corner of Robb's mouth smiled, and with a wave of his hand, the TV screen was directly shattered, and then the entire fuselage was twisted like a twist.

Prophecy television can no longer make predictions.

Stepping over the wreckage of the TV set, ignoring the increasingly hideous mask statues around him, Robb headed to the deepest depths.

There, he felt a vast darkness, undoubtedly the real and greatest source of fear in this room.

Soon, in just half a minute, Robb saw the target.

His pupils shrank suddenly.

At this time, he finally knew where he was.

......

Over the past few decades, one couple has been the subject of social controversy.

They were paranormal investigators, founders of the New England Spiritual Research Society, and church-sanctioned exorcists.

Over the decades, they have participated in and handled thousands of haunted incidents and church exorcism rituals.

During this period, many cases caused social sensations.

Some people think that they are genuinely valuable, others think that they are cheating and grandstanding.

Regardless of what the outside world thinks, their work goes hand in hand and even establishes a supernatural museum with countless supernatural objects they have dealt with over the years.

They are the Warrens.

Among the countless supernatural items in the collection, there is only one that makes them most troublesome, scared and even afraid.

Annabelle!