Kill through American horror, starting from the witches' coven

Chapter 221

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

It's more like a storage room that occupies a large area than a room.

There are a lot of collections inside, but they look strange.

Rows of shelves are not filled with books and sundries, but with a large number of terrifying and hideous devil masks, terrifying skulls, and statues of various shapes.

There are also old TVs, pianos, typewriters, mummies the size of children, and even ram heads.

Looking around, there are at least tens of thousands of collections of all sizes.

Has he come to a cult base?

Robb in the mirror couldn't help but think so at the first time.

After all, this place looks weird no matter how you look at it.

It doesn't look like a place for normal people at all.

Robb frowned.

Suddenly!

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

Others might be startled, but Robb's expression remained unchanged.

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a red and white music box on a shelf that looked quite old. The lid had been opened at some point. A ballerina inside was dancing to the beautiful music.

Next to it, a fist-sized monkey in a red dress opened its mouth and played the accordion with a happy face.

Robb saw it and his eyes fixed.

Coincidence?

Or intentional?

Ding Ding Ding~~~

As if telling Robb the answer.

A loud telephone ring suddenly sounded in the storage room again.

It came from a telephone that looked quite old.

This was just the beginning.

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

Dong Dong~~ Dong Dong~~

On the worn-out piano, the black and white keys automatically played a melodious piano piece.

Creak~creak~

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

"A twisted man walked a twisted road. Holding a twisted sixpence in his hand, he stepped on the twisted steps and bought a crooked cat. The cat caught a crooked mouse. They lived together in a crooked hut..."

Not far away, the revolving lantern also lit up the lights, accompanied by a cheerful rhythm, and the shadow of the "hunchback weirdo" on the lamp wall became bigger and bigger.

When~~~

A crisp landing sound followed.

Then a series of rolling sounds.

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

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

The spiritual vision opened.

Instantly!

The strange light on the full screen almost blinded his eyes.

Robb finally understood why the Bloody Mary Mirror made a strange scream before it died, and why it tried its best to escape here.

So it wanted to find helpers.

And there were more than one or two.

The calculation was very good.

Robb snorted coldly. Facing the emergence of more and more supernatural phenomena at the scene, his face remained calm, and he even had the leisure to think about who was bored enough to put so many supernatural items together.

Raising Gu?

That's right!

Since most of the items in this room are related to the supernatural, then isn't there something wrong with the mirror he is in?

Robb suddenly thought of this.

Just at this time.

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

Before he could react, he was thrown into the real world by the mirror.

Snap.

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

As if welcoming him.

At this moment, the typewriter in front of Robb's sight was working rapidly, typing letters one by one, and soon covered the entire paper.

"You are finally here... You are finally here... You are finally here... You..."

Boom~~

The paper suddenly caught fire, and then the entire typewriter was engulfed in flames, and it could no longer roar.

"If a tiger doesn't show its power, you really think I am a sick cat."

Robb smiled coldly as he moved his eyes away from the typewriter.

Although he was forced to come, he would make the best of it since he was here. He didn't mind making some extra money.

Robb looked around.

With the appearance of this living person, the whole room seemed to be stimulated at once, and various strange phenomena appeared more and more frequently.

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

Ding~~~

Another silver coin fell from the unclear blackIt rolled out from the depths of darkness, and landed in front of Robb with a clear target.

Robb didn't even look at it, and kicked it away, then walked towards the corner that suddenly emitted a bright light.

The one emitting the bright light was an old TV set from the 1970s and 1980s.

At this time, the screen was turned on, and a video was playing inside.

The protagonist was Robb himself, and the environment he was in was the current storage room.

"Playing tricks."

Robb took a few glances and almost understood that this was a weird TV set that could predict his future in a few seconds and project it.

Predicting the future seems magical, but based on Robb's experience, if you really believe it, you will only get into trouble.

You must know that the supernatural will not have any good intentions.

The so-called prediction of the future is more likely to make you obey its meaning. It seems that you have avoided a crisis, but you have unknowingly fallen into another bigger crisis.

"Have you ever predicted your future?"

Robb smiled and waved his hand. The TV screen shattered directly, and then the whole body twisted like a twist.

The prophetic TV can no longer make predictions.

Stepping over the wreckage of the TV, ignoring the increasingly hideous mask statues around him, Robb headed for the deepest part.

There, he felt a huge darkness, which was undoubtedly the real and biggest source of fear in this room.

Soon, in less than half a minute, Robb saw the target.

His pupils shrank suddenly.

At this time, he finally knew where he was.

......

In the past few decades, a couple has been subject to social controversy.

They are paranormal investigators, founders of the New England Psychic Research Society, and exorcists recognized by the church.

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

During this period, many cases caused a social sensation.

Some people think they are genuine, while others think they are just faking it and trying to attract attention.

Regardless of how the outside world evaluates them, they continue their work and even set up a paranormal museum, which houses the countless paranormal items they have handled over the years.

They are the Warrens.

Among the countless paranormal items in their collection, there is only one that makes them most difficult, terrified, and even scared.

Annabell!