Kapitel 768: 767.B-grade movie_1

"You can't go to Miskatonic."

The old woman's words echoed in the room, causing James's recently dried cold sweat to bead once more.

She stared at James and the others like an owl, with her head turned around, while Valeria directly hid behind James, quite guarded, and the drunk Talia sobered up a bit. She looked at the old woman, not daring to speak.

"What's wrong with Miskatonic?"

James asked curiously.

"It's not a good place, insular, isolated; they don't welcome outsiders," the old woman droned, throwing another glance at the camera in Scott's hand.

"My son, he too loved films. For his twelfth birthday, he received a video camera. He filmed a lot of footage."

She turned her head back and continued slicing the smoked meat with the knife in her hand.

"In the cabinet under the television, they are all his work. He even made films, you might be interested," she added.