Chapter 1

"Are you excited, Jon?" My mom asked with a cheery disposition. She looked back at me in the car and smiled.

"Do we have to move to a town called Silent Hill?" I complained, looking out the window at the approaching fog. "It's such a creepy name."

"Unfortunately, my job requires I go there. So you're going to have to suck it up." My dad growled, stepping on the gas. My mom laid her hand on his arm gently.

"Calm down, honey, he's just depressed he's going to a whole new place and has to meet new people at a whole new school." She put her head back on her chair and closed her eyes. I sighed and asked if the radio could be turned on, and my mom pressed the on button, but the only thing that came out was static. My mom sighed and turned it off.

"They must be having trouble with their radio tower," she mumbled, "I hope the whole town isn't like that."

"It's probably all old and run down," my dad growled, "But our apartment better be newer."

"Oh honey, even if it is, it's not something a little work can't fix."

"Are we almost there?" I asked. "The fog doesn't let me see anything." My mom pointed out the front window to a silhouette.

"There it is. Wood Side Apartments."

I grabbed my bag from the trunk and threw it on the ground.

"Oh my goodness, could everybody please calm down?" My mom cried, dragging her bag to the gate. She put it on the ground grabbed the key from her pocket, and opened the gate. "I mean, it's a horrible way to start living here." She lifted her bag up and entered through the gates. I slammed the trunk shut, picked up my bag, and went through the gates.

"Looks like a horrible enough place anyway." I stated, looking up at the dilapidated, rusty, old Wood Side Apartment building. I approached cautiously. My mom was already going through the front doors. I followed behind her and my dad followed me.

"I guess it is pretty old," my mom said, "but I'm sure we'll get used to it." She started up the stairs, lugging her suitcase along.

"Used to it?" I huffed, stomping up the staircase, "This place looks too horrible to ever get used to. It's creepy, quiet, and I feel complete fear whenever I turn a corner."

"Shut up, before I think of some other way to torture you." My dad barked. We got to the second floor and my mom opened up that door.

"208." She sentenced, running down the hall. "And I can take a shower and get away from you two!"