The fog hung heavy over the towns dark status. Its slow movement as its wispy transparent fingers reach further and further throughout the worn street of Silent Hill. The fog was always so thick and mysterious, like it was triggered by the towns state of depression. The buildings within the fog turning into shady silhouettes hung over the worn tarmac floors and concrete pavements, there was nothing that could be picked out. The town transformed into a black void, in which the purposeful stranger would be lost in. the reminiscence of the town was very similar to a grave, the dampened mood of the town, the secretive nature and the anaesthetising side effect of the towns melancholy tranquillity.

The town never had many visitors as it was only attractive to the strangers who had ties to the place. This place was officially a dead place, a miniscule society of inhabitants (that could definitely use some medication and a few pills) and some desolate places that reeked with oppression.

One of the sights of Silent Hill was the lake. A lake that stayed peaceful, the water never causing much more than a minor stir. On the lakes edge a rowing boat that lingered eternally to rot along with the character of the water feature.

The site was never well populated as the debris of dead leaves and vegetation remained undisturbed on the floor. The water of the lake itself always seemed to be musty, it was impossible to tell if it was because of the fog or the contents hidden under the surface of the lake, but the greyish reflection stayed constant and never once become brighter.

This muddy path followed on the to the cemetery near the edge of this small town. The most depressing location of the town, the fog seemed the most defined here, its grasping hands clutching onto this piece of land like a man to his own heart. Memories decayed here, there memories warping and retorting as time flew past this decrepit place. The loved ones of these graves residents never came to visit, instead they stayed alone, the bones only companion being the cold moist dirt that entombed them under the ground with its despairing claws.

The hospital. A place with strange and deceptive appearances. The title only giving the building a category, its nature far different from the stereotypes purpose. It held so many dark practices and eccentric characters. For each of the basement floors there is a darker secret the further you would descend. The further you went into the building the darker it got, the darker that it got the more reason to hide in the shadows. There was never a building like it, the wards more like cells and the floors more like carcases to hold the truth in the past of this damned hospital.

Even more disturbing and demonic is the malefactors that crawled around the town, like leaches, tied to the location by the very past of the town itself.

They scurry and shuffle through the grid of roads as it looking for something. This target never to be found as they stalk through the night and the dense fog as if the town itself was in a state of limbo, a damnation, of which he himself could not accept as his own creation.

That's when I wake up, looking through the window of my hospital ward. Staring at the clear blue sky, but still I know that it is going to happen. It always does, I will never escape it!