Disclaimer: I do not, nor ever will, own Silent Hill. Only thing I own, I guess, is Katrina, and her little story here.

Alright! Well, to start this off, yes, this prologue is EXTREMELY short. It's really just that; the start of everything. The chapters WILL be longer, I can assure and promise that. This is just to get a small view of what may possible be Katrina's Hell. As I said, though, the chapters WILL be much longer than this, and hopefully, better as well. I hope this can be enjoyed; but if there's anything you'd like to criticize, feel free of course. 3 I'd like any help I can get to improve. Now, onto the prologue, and the beginning of Katrina's Nightmare.

The world was dark. Unbearably dark. In fact, it seemed darker than even the night. The cold hands of anxiety gripped Katrina like a coiled python, tightening roughly against her panicked heart. Her eyes darted around the area, met only by blackened fog and shifting shapes.

Screeching and howling coursed around her, making the warm, murky air that much more terrifying. Her breath started to thicken, and she sunk weakly to her knees, weak sobs choking and depriving her of the little air she could manage to breath in.

Katrina's eyes went wide as a loud dog barked, howling its anger to the world. Curling up, she whimpered weakly, swearing she could hear a scream, and flesh being ravenged somewhere nearby. She shivered, as if frost coated her bloodstream. Just a dog... Just a... A harmless dog...

Flinching, she thought she could feel the tingling of her skin, as if insects swarmed inside her entire being. "Please... Please let this end..." Katrina begged to the dark void that had engulfed her. Nothing seemed to be coming to her aid. Suddenly, she grabbed at her throat, her cries forced back. No breath could escape the girl's terrified lips.

Katrina writhed in pain as her throat seemed to close tighter and tighter, making her chest constrict with each effort. Clawing in desperation at her throat, she gave a weak, airless gasp as her skin tore apart at her nails.

Thick, crimson blood pooled around her neck, making her gasp with pain and fear. Air continued to evade her lungs. As blood slowly slid down her hands and wrist, her eyes fluttered shut. As Katrina slipped into even deeper blackness, she wondered one last thing... Was this what... He had felt?