767. B-Movie

"You can't go to Miskatonic."

The old woman's words echoed through the room, making the cold sweat James had just wiped away break out again.

Like an owl, she stared at James and the others with her head turned around. Valerie immediately hid behind James, highly alert, while the drunken Talia sobered up a little and looked at the old woman without daring to speak.

"What's wrong with Miskatonic?"

James asked curiously.

"It isn't a good place. It's xenophobic and isolated. They don't welcome outsiders."

The old woman muttered, then glanced again at the camera in Scott's hands.

"My son used to like movies too. His twelfth birthday present was a video camera. He filmed a lot of things."

She turned back and continued slicing the bacon with the cleaver in her hand.

"They're all in the cabinet beneath the television. He even made movies. You might be interested."

After finishing the slices, the old woman turned on the stove, heated a pan, and poured in a little oil, apparently preparing to fry the bacon and ham.

"Really? Then he must have been someone who loved movies."

James spoke as he walked over to the television cabinet. The television was quite old, almost the oldest color television he had ever seen.

Inside the cabinet were many videotapes, labeled with words such as "Birthday," "Travel," and "Field." They looked like home videos.

Farther down, however, were vicious and alarming labels such as "Curse," "Evil," and "Zombie Party." Considering what the old woman had said, these might have been movies her son had made.

B-movies and independent films were the starting points for many directors. Especially in Western countries, young people often received video cameras as birthday presents. Those who were interested would use them to record their lives and shoot low-budget