Silent Hill 4: Oh Mother.

Chapter One: 301

"Frank, I'm serious!" Kris shouted at the Super. He grimaced and stuck his pinky in his ear, twisting it around as if she popped his ear drum with her loud voice.

"Your over exaggerating." Frank huffed back at the girl who had to be at least in her mid 20's and was also glaring up at him.

"No, I'm not! The pipes in my bathroom are all rusted and I get this nasty brown water when I want to take a bath. Not to mention that something had chewed threw the fridge's power cord. I thought the light bulb had gone out until I realized all my food had gone bad! I don't have the money to replace it, Frank! That place is falling apart. …I swear you gave me the worst apartment in the whole building…."

Frank gave Kris a long hard look before giving in and sighed. "Fine, you can move to another apartment. Happy?"

"Vary! Thank you, Frank. I knew you'd help me out." Kris's scowl had flipped its self around into a bright smile. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her apartment key to room 103. She held it out to Frank who hesitantly took it.

He then reached into his own pocket and pulled out a large ring of keys. Looking through them he pulled one off. "Here, you can stay in 301. That guy …Mike. He uh, moved out or something like that." Frank noticed the strange look that Kris gave him. "What?"

"Uh….Wasn't Mike that creepy guy who stalked Rachel?" She mumbled.

"Stalked? I thought he was her boyfriend…Hm."

"Erm. Never mind. I'll take it." She reached out to take the key but paused. "The apartment was cleaned after he left, right?" Frank sighed again, obviously getting tired of her but then nodded. "Okay. Thanks again, Frank. Really."

"What did he say?" Eileen asked while leaning slightly on the broom that was in her left hand. She was in her normal leisure clothing, a pink stripped tang top and a jean skirt.

Kris held up the key to room 301. "I get to be right down the hall." She grinned. Eileen gave a joyful squeal for her friend. "That's great! Though, it's too bad you had to take Mikes old place." She laughed, which made Kris scoff. "Tell me about it. Well, I'll see you later. I have to start bringing my stuff up." Kris gave Eileen a wave before walking over to her new front door. "I'm sorry I can't help out." Eileen shouted after her. "Don't worry, I can handle it."

Kris managed to carry at least two boxes at a time up the stairs. At one point Frank offered to help, but she declined. Frank was an elderly man after all. She would just feel bad if he started carrying her things. She stopped at the top step and set her box down to take a break.

Kris plopped down on the steps and let out a small huff. "Last one." She mumbled.

While regaining her breath, she felt something brush against her leg. Strange warmth heated the side of her body, as if someone were sitting right next to her.

Startled, she jumped and looked next to her to see nothing there. "Wow…Weird?" She let out a petite laugh at her paranoid actions and stood back up. She lifted her box back up into her arms with a grunt.

"Here, I'll give it to you…"

Kris whipped around to look down the stairs. No one was there. "But that voice…" It had to have come from somewhere.

She stood there a while longer, trying to assure herself that she was just hearing things. Just when she was ready to leave, she noticed something on the third step down. Something she was sure she didn't see before.

A small, dirty, doll lay on the step. Its black eyes stared up at her. "…Was that there the whole time?" She placed her box on the ground again to go pick up the doll. It was strangely warm, like it was just being held. "It's sort of cute…in a creepy sort of way." She smiled and tucked it away in her pocket before finally pushing open the double doors to the third floor hallway.

The hallway was oddly quiet. It gave her the chills. There wasn't a sound coming from any of the apartments. She figured she would at least hear a TV from Eileen's room or a conversation being had from 304, which was occupied by an old couple, but there was nothing. She rushed towards the white door with the number 301 in gold colored numbers.

As she passed by 302 she got a weird feeling and stopped for a moment to look over at the door. If she was right, there was a guy named Henry living there now. She hadn't seen him once since he moved in but she had heard things from Eileen about him.

It felt like the apartment was screaming out to her or whoever was inside was. As she stood there, it felt like she was being watched. Maybe Henry was a creeper like Mike and was hovering behind that door just peering out at her. She shivered and walked on.

After unlocking the front door, she slammed it behind herself. "Stop scaring yourself." Kris scolded and placed the last box next to the others near the door.

This place had the basic set up that the rest of the apartments had. A small kitchenette next to the front door, a closet big enough for laundry machines and extra crap, a small living room with a couch and coffee table, a little hallway that led to two doors on each side. A bathroom and a Bedroom.

The TV was missing from the little stand and the bookshelf was bare. Everything was coated in dust and it was kind of stuffy.

Kris went over to the window and had to give a few tugs before it slid open. She did this to the other window too. A gentle breeze came in, making the curtains sway. "Guess I'll have to get to work then."

Kris had moved on to the living room. She placed her TV from her old apartment on the dusty stand and started to put away books when she heard another voice from outside her door, out in the hallway. It sounded like a child.

"Did one of the kids from 206 come up stairs?" She couldn't image why a little kid would come up here. There weren't any children living on the third floor.

Curiosity grabbed her as she wiped her hands off on the back of her jeans and wondered over to the door. She peeked through the peephole and suddenly drew back when she thought she saw an eyeball looking back at her. A yelp escaped her lips and she covered her mouth, afraid whoever it was heard her. After a moment, she slowly drew back towards the hole and looked through again to see an empty hallway. That had really scared her.

Her heart raced as she pulled open the door and glanced out. She almost yelped again when something rushed past her door but then realized it was only the child that had been making the noise. He had short brown hair and wore a striped shirt with sort of baggy pants. He began to bang his little fist against Henry's apartment door.

"Mamma, Mamma, Let me in!"

No longer afraid, Kris stepped out into the hallway. "Hey, little boy?" She called. He didn't listen to her as he continued to knock on the door and yell.

Kris would have to be louder too. "Hey!" She called again sounding a little more harsh then she intended. It caused the boy to jump and curl away from the door like he just realized he had done something bad. He looked over at Kris with big green eyes laced with fear. His little hand hovered in front of his mouth.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to scare you, really." She tried again in a much sweeter voice. "Are you looking for your mom?" She walked over to the boy who stepped back a few steps but nodded to her.

"Uhhu" He confirmed.

"You do know that she wouldn't be in there, right? A man lives there." She pointed at 302.

He quickly shook his head. He knew that she didn't understand. None of them understood. Kris frowned down at him. The family in 206 had a lot of kids but she had never seen him before. "What's your name?" She asked as she bent down to be at his level.

"…W-Walter." He answered back, shyly.

"Well, I'm Kris. It's nice to meet you, Walter." She gave him a smile and watched as he began to sway back and forth on his heels in a vary cutely-shy manner. "Do you want help looking for your mom?" She asked and offered her hand. It seemed like he was about to answer her when a strong force pushed her forward from behind, which made her lose her balance and hit the ground.

She let out a loud "OW!" after biting down on her tongue. It didn't bleed but it sure as hell hurt. She sat back up and looked over her shoulder, expecting to see someone ready to apologize, but no one was there. She looked back over to where Walter was standing but he was gone too. She was left sitting there, bewildered by the sudden disappearance.

She slowly got up on her feet and shuffled back inside her apartment with a very confused expression.

She tried to go back to work but it was hard to shake off something like that.

Box after box was thrown into the closet as she came to the end of her cleaning up. She fell back on the couch and let out a long drawn out moan and flopped over on one side. She felt like taking a long nap and she was almost able to when she heard a slam.

Kris sprung up instantly and looked over at the window. It had slammed itself closed….Wait, no, both of them had, at the same time. What was with all the strange things happening to her today?

She pushed herself up and walked over to the window. She peered outside at the apartments across from her. She could see Richard Braintree stomping viciously at the ground. She thought at first he was probably trying to kill a bug or something but then she noticed the apartment below him. A man, she couldn't remember his name, was sitting in a large chair, and playing with a giant speaker system. Kris chuckled to herself when she realized that Richard was angry that he could hear the man's music below him.

Her attention then went back to her window. She grabbed onto it and shoved as hard as she could. It fought against her as she pushed it back open. When it was wide enough she tried to hold it open with one hand cupped under the frame.

As if someone was trying to shove it back closed on the other side, it suddenly felt a lot heavier. Before she could get out of the way, the window slammed down on her hand, pinning it. She let out a loud scream and tried to open it again to no luck. She could feel bones breaking under the pressure.

With another scream she started to pull on her hand. It had begun to bleed as the skin ripped apart. Tears streamed down her face as she pulled harder. She got most of her palm free, but then her fingers were left to be crushed. She cried out as her fingers slowly came out. Blood was smeared all over and small chunks of skin were still caught in the window.

"FUCK!" Kris ran over to the kitchen sink and shoved her hand under the cold water that shot out. Blood mixed with water as it rinsed down the drain. Pain shot up and down her hand as more blood washed away. "What the fuck is wrong with this building?" She screamed out and went to the bathroom. She was lucky she didn't put away all of her bathroom crap yet. She hurriedly tugged out a small first-aid kit and started to wrap her hand.

When she was sure her hand was okay, Kris slid down the tiled wall and sat there in her bathroom. She could see her reflection in the mirror above the sink.

Her reddish-brown, short hair was messy and stuck to her forehead. Her green eyes were a little red from crying just moments before. There were a few specks of blood on her dark blue, plaid, button up, shirt that was currently unbuttoned showing her black tang top underneath. Her slightly yellow tinted jeans looked fine though, no blood found. Her bare toes curled up as the rest of her body followed suit.

"What…The hell." Kris whimpered and held her bandaged hand to her chest in self comfort.