SILENT HILL
It was an eerie night. Something just wasn't right. My neighbor to the right was on her balcony knitting a scarf while rocking back and forth in her old white rocking chair. My neighbor to the left was cleaning his gun like he usually does. He is a retired police officer; he has a lot of things in his apartment from the police department. The kids of our apartment complex were running about in the playground. Climbing around the jungle gym like monkeys, playing hide and seek, and building sandcastles in the sandbox. As for me, I was proofing photos for an article I'm writing for the local newspaper. It seems like a typical night but something was off.
"Sophie, honey, could you come here dear?" Ms.Grady, my neighbor to the right shouted from her balcony. I stood from my outdoor chair and straightened my shirt. A strange breeze came and ruffled my white blonde hair. The breeze had knocked over some magazines and photos I had sitting on a table. "Are you coming dear?" Ms.Grady shouted again. "Yes ma'am! Just picking up some things," I answered.
I put on a gray cardigan I had draped across my couch, it was starting to get chilly out. It hit me odd, just for the fact that it's in the middle of July, and the air-conditioning is out on this side of the complex. I walked out into the hall and into Ms. Grady's apartment. I walked past her couch, her kitchen, and her bedroom door. I opened her back door. She was still rocking back and forth, knitting her scarf.
"Ah! You're here, what do you think of this scarf? I plan on sending it to my daughter," she beamed. Ms.Grady was a lonely lady; I had never seen any family ever come see her. "It's a beautiful scarf. I think your daughter will love it. What's her name?" The old lady smiled oddly smiled, "Her name is Alessa," she paused and adjusted her glasses, "she lives in a small town not far from here." She continued to rock in her chair. "Well what's the name of the town?" I questioned. She was silent for a moment, "Silent Hill."