Kill through American horror, starting from the witches' coven

The cemetery in New Orleans is famous throughout the United States and even the world.

Because the ground is mostly swampy, the New Orleans area mostly uses the form of "hanging coffins" on the ground.

The cemetery is full of various buildings such as pyramids, churches, and castles, which together look like a "city of the dead".

Almost every family shares a cemetery. The newly entered coffins are placed on the upper layer of the cemetery, and the lower layer is the remains of all ancestors.

It is truly a coexistence of generations.

It can be said that if someone hates a New Orleans person so much that he wants to grind his ancestors to ashes, it is definitely a very easy thing to do.

Lafayette Cemetery No. 1 is one of the oldest cemeteries in New Orleans and one of the most famous cemeteries in the world. Here, people can find the tombs of many historical celebrities.

Among them, there is Mary Laverne, the voodoo queen, who has been constantly drawing "X" on her tombstone.

In order to protect the cemetery and tombstones, Lafayette Cemetery No. 1 is not open to the public most of the time.

It is now closed.

Having the experience of climbing over the wall of Pop Spring Sanctuary in the morning, the experienced Madison took Robb to a remote wall without saying a word and climbed in easily.

"Where would the ghost be?"

Looking at the cemetery that looked very gloomy against the backdrop of rows of tall tombs, Madison looked around eagerly and said.

I hope you can still be so brave when you really see a ghost.

After finding that he was not as brave as a girl, Robb touched the cross in his arms, looked at the already dim sky, and combined with his previous experience of not finding anything, he said:

"Hauntings mostly happen at night, and the sun will soon set, let's wait. In addition, you can take this opportunity to stroll around the cemetery. I heard that there are many vampire legends here."

"Vampire?" Madison's eyes lit up again, "Compared to ghosts, I would rather meet a vampire noble who is well-dressed, elegantly spoken, has a handsome face, and has accumulated rich life experience for hundreds of years."

"But he will suck your blood." Robb joked.

Madison was looking forward to it: "You can try it. I heard that the pleasure during the blood-sucking process is a hundred times stronger than before."

Unlike the reservedness of Oriental people, Robb, who was used to the bold and bold style of Western girls, was not affected at all and said: "Do you need me to prepare a big bag of paper for you?"

"Of course!" Madison blinked, "By the way, pull the vampire off me when my heart is about to stop beating. It's not worth dying after enjoying it only once."

Robb said with a "serious" face: "No problem. When we catch a vampire, we will do it as you said."

The two of them talked back and forth, and they dispersed a lot of the gloomy and weird atmosphere of the "City of the Dead".

Night fell.

Compared to the daytime, Lafayette Cemetery No. 1 looked more terrifying.

Madison was no longer as indifferent as when she first came.

When she heard any movement around, she looked quickly and nervously.

Even the powerful bitch sister was like this, not to mention Robb, who was just an ordinary person.

He was not born without fear like some novel protagonists.

He would be frightened by watching ghost movies, so how could he take the initiative to get involved in these creepy things unless he had no choice.

Robb looked at Madison, who was leaning against him, holding each other's hands.

He thought it was right to call for help this time.

Apart from anything else, having one more person around would bring great psychological comfort.

In this way, the two stayed in the empty cemetery for an hour in fear.

And then...

There was nothing else.

Except for a group of mosquitoes that occasionally harassed him, there was no ghost, vampire, or zombie.

"It seems that I can't get my vampire male pet." Madison shrugged with regret and relief in her tone.

Robb was very nervous before he found the ghost, and felt very disappointed after he found the ghost. He wanted to curse.

He looked at the Book of Containment, which had been calm all the time.

Wasn't it supposed to be a haunted holy place?

Why wasn't there even a ghost?

Or did he come at the wrong time, and those ghosts, vampires and the like were not interested in coming out?

Whatever the reason, Robb could only leave with Madison in a lack of interest.

The two came to a French restaurant called Muriel for dinner.

Although the French food here is good, it is rumored that the former owner of this restaurant, a man named Pierre Antoine Lepadie Jordan, was addicted to gambling and ended up losing his fortune.The ghost who had been wandering here after committing suicide after losing everything was still missing.

Robb could only hold on to his last hope and came to another haunted place that was rumored to be very haunted on the Internet, the Monteleone Hotel at 214 Royal Street in the French Quarter.

When he arrived here, Madison looked at Robb in surprise, and after thinking about it, she went in hand in hand with him without refusing.

Using Madison's money, the two of them booked a room.

Just as the two were about to take the elevator upstairs, the elevator door that had just fallen opened, and a man wearing an unseasonable coat, with his head down and a hurried look, walked out quickly without looking at the road ahead, and then bumped into Robb.

Robb was fine, nothing happened.

But the man in the coat was knocked to the ground directly.

"Sir, are you okay?" Robb subconsciously wanted to help him.

But the man in the coat had climbed up without saying a word, and ignored Robb, and walked out as fast as a rocket.

"This guy..."

Robb retracted his palm, shook his head, and was about to walk into the stairs when he saw a luggage bag dropped on the ground.

It seemed that the man had this thing under his armpit just now.

Robb picked it up, turned back and shouted kindly without any grudge: "Sir, you dropped something."

Unexpectedly, it would have been better if he hadn't said anything. Once he said it, the man in the coat ran faster and disappeared in an instant.

"What's wrong with this man? He doesn't even want his own things?" Robb, who was holding a luggage bag in his hand, was confused.

Madison, who saw it, suddenly said: "Have you ever thought that there might be a bomb in the bag?"

"Ah?"

Robb was confused at first, and then his face was horrified.

Oh my!

I almost forgot that this is the United States.

Thinking of the man's hasty escape just now, he subconsciously wanted to throw away the bulging luggage bag in his hand, but in a flash, he thought, what if it touched a button in the collision and exploded all of a sudden?

Robb, who was so scared that he broke into a cold sweat, quickly looked at Madison, wanting to ask this native American who had seen a lot what he could do.

"Open it and have a look first."

Madison, who rarely retreated first, said in a tone that was not surprised.