Silent Hill: Misty Dreams

A work of fiction by Lucas S. Speed

The following work of Fan Fiction is purely that: Fiction. None of the following in any way represents anyone living or dead, and any resemblance is sheer coincidence. Silent Hill and all related aspects are property of the good people at Konami, and I don't claim to own any of their nice things. The characters involved in the following story belong solely to me and no other person, as they are all misfit children of my own thought processes.

For reference, I'm using a wonderful Plot Analysis of existing Silent Hill media by GameFaqs patron SilentPyramid, as well as an online area map of Silent Hill.

This concludes the obligatory nonsense constructed in shoddy fashion to protect myself in the very off chance that someone wishes to start legal conflict.

-Introduction and Summary

Silent Hill: A dreamy, sunny resort on a beautiful lake for most people. A foggy hell for the few who are unfortunate enough to be just a bit insane.

Silent Hill. A place of restless dreams and mysterious origin. A place of judgment for the wicked, in the most evil fashion imaginable. When it calls to you, it is as inescapable as any other law of Life or Death. It is imminent and ominous, lost forever inside clouds of billowing mist. The evil of a human mind manifests itself most truly into physical existence in this place, and there amidst the foggy shroud, humanity battles insanity on a very real, physical scale.

In Silent Hill, sin takes a physical form as often as a man draws breath. Some speculate that hallucinogens are the culprit, while others claim ancient religions and cults have warped the land into something sinister. Either way, the place remains the same – shrouded and unyielding. A maze of life-threatening evil, filled with images that threaten the solidity of sanity.

Silent Hill: Materialization of Delusions. Bloody Prison. A meatgrinder for Sanity.

... A Misty Dream.