Disclaimer: Silent Hill does not belong to me and I am making no profits out of this writing.
This piece of writing was written for a practice GSCE English exam I had to undertake 5 years ago, and so it will probably read terribly, sorry about that!
Silence. Pulsating ambience echoing off the dripping wet, bloody walls. Hellish red covers every inch of the endlessly spiralling stairs. Every foot step echoes as if some higher being were following me menacingly from behind, just waiting until the end to dismember me limb from limb. The flesh-covered walls seem to writhe and jerk in agonising pain, almost as if they were alive.
The dim single light buzzes and finally shatters into a million pieces showering down on me mimicking the rain I have long forgotten. Omnipotent darkness now surrounds me, I carry on forward, stepping slowly ,cautiously onto the next dull blackened step. Thump, thump I cant tell whether its my own heart making the noise or whether it is some all-knowing presence in the corridor which has now stepped out before my eyes. Broken, rotting wood mimics what might have been a floor once but now just looks like weeks old dead, decomposing corpses.
The sickly sweet smell of death assaults my nostrils making me gag and fall to the floor. I run my hands over the slick, slimy cold surface and quickly stand back up in case it collapses. I clutch the once gleaming metal pipe, now dulled by coagulating blood of no-faced demons, to my side. Red. Everywhere is red: mutilated body's are strewn lifelessly to walls, their eyes following me along my endless journey in this hellish nightmare of a world.
Something scuttles across the floor, a few feet in front of me, I haul my bloody saviour away from my side and brace myself for whatever comes to murder me. Silence. Nothing comes, my breaths running away from my lungs, almost as though some entity is stealing it away from me. I feel the blood pounding in my head like a drum, a fanfare for my death. I carry on forward splashing through water that graces the remains if the apartment block, up ahead I see random pieces of what once might have been a human body braced on the walls, as if it were a prized trophy. There's fur and blood everywhere, I step over the corpse of the dog it once belonged to it too had wandered along this corridor, playing happily with it's owner not knowing or fearing the slow death its fate had decided it would have.
One lonely,solitary door suffers in front of me. 301. I feel something drip on me and glance up to see the remnant of a human torso cleaved to shreds. I breathe deeply and open the door , it protests but finally lets me see what is inside.
My angel. My saviour. My dead God. Blood is strewn across her body her elegant dress now ruined. The 'angelic' devils advocate stands above her, a hunter preening over its kill. He turns his hateful, stony gaze towards me.
I hope I wake up, I will wake up. She will never wake up. This is my never ending nightmare.