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Prologue.
The bang. The bang which ended the screaming from the rusty bed post. The rust bedpost which grazed her hands and wore away the rope. She was cheap. She loved it. But it was just a bang, literally, with too many circumstances.
And end.
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You want to know how I, Dustil Harrison, became perched on top of the observation hill? Is it weird that I don't know? I don't remember? It was quiet, and yet the peace of looking over Toluca, I felt empty. I didn't just feel empty, but I felt like all my emotions and memories had left me. Memories are powerful things, and unfortunately, I was damned to one which would haunt. No matter what I did… Maybe splashing water around my face again would help. My legs automatically carried me into the bathroom which lay beside the dirt path. I entered and the smell of copper over came my dried up face. I shook my head, rushing into the cubical.
I was sitting at home before I came to this peaceful place. I was sitting on our red couch, that is my wife and I, watching the television. I brought the slightly warm glass to my lips, closing my eyes before slurping down some more tea. Upon placing the cup back down on the table I sighed. The television had went off. This happened lot since two years ago, before my wife and I married. We were living together, but she was away on a business trip. That was when the bang took part, and when I suddenly realised my life would change. I never really imagined the TV to be connected to anything but cables and wires and perhaps eroded plastic. However, as I got up and brushed past the table to get past, the door knocked. The table was set close to the couch when I sat on it, because I was just another young man whom liked to rest his feet. I shuffled to the door, brushing my hand through my hair to remove strands from my eyes. I called out, and no one answered. The knock came across once more, but when I looked out the peep hole, there was no one there. I shook my head. Damn kids. We merely lived in an apartment, so the journey from the door to the sitting area didn't take long. When I returned, the TV was flickering without any sound. Knocked came from the door again, but before I could shout out, or move, the TV sound came back on and apparently the programme I was watching was over. The TV flickered off, again. We really did need a new one, I thought, walking mindlessly over to it. Getting on my knees in front of it, I sighed, tapping it on the side. I smiled, my dumb yet smart mind finally pulling through. The reception was bad, fuzzy, but at least there was a picture. The fuzzy picture slowly left the screen and that familiar red door with the numbers '121' placed on it appeared. Knocking. Coming from where? It sounded like my door. Like the T.V. Of course it sounded like both… My front door opened, my head spinning in the general direction of it, however the wall obscured my view. Seeing nothing, my head turned back to the T.V, the yellow walls which should be in my hallway were black with splatters of red. I stumbled to my feet, backing from the T.V before a strong wind whipped round the wall. It caught me unaware, a chill shivering down my spine before I looked in the direction the wind came from. From the corner of my eye I could see the T.V change once again. A message, being drawn, formed on the black wall which didn't resemble mine in the sense it was black, not yellow. 'Room 121. Wood side apartment.' With those words on the screen in a dull red, I fell to my knees before my stomach.
I left the cubical before heading to the sink. That, unfortunately, didn't explain everything. How did I get here? Where was here…? Wood side… what? That's the only thing I remember from yesterday. I woke up this morning with a headache and sat here for two hours, glaring into the lake of Toluca. I did once go to the metal gates locked under the bridge. With no luck on opening them, I returned to the wall, sitting once again cross legged on the cold brick, staring into the gleaming water which reflected the sunlight and bounced off, making the lake look tiny particles of crystal. Now, leaning on the sink, I was into the third hour of being in this place. I stared at the rigid man in the mirror, the one with the pale skin and darkened eyes. I looked and I wished it wasn't me. But it was. Of course it was me. With another sign, I turned on my heels. I blinked, glancing back into the cubical. There, sitting on top of the toilet, lay a bag. The same cubical I once throw up in to. I cautiously walked over, looking from the bag to bathroom entrance before back to the black bag. I picked it up, though it was surprising light. I groaned, setting it back down. I wanted to turn around and walk out, but curiosity and wonder lead my nimble hands to the zips and before long I was pulling the top apart and sliding my hand in. At first, I felt nothing but the material the sturdy rucksack was made from. That was, however, before my hand reached the bottom and coating the bottom lay a piece of paper. I pulled it out, but the dim lighting of the confusing bathroom didn't allow me to read it. Bringing the bag with me, and the paper, I quickly headed to the entrance, retaking my place on the brick wall.
My watch bleeped 10am. The sun shone on the paper which I interpreted to be a map. I folded the map twice so it now took form of a square. I slipped it into my right pocket of my black cords, swinging my legs before jumping up from the wall. My mind retraced what the map said and shown. It looked like a town, but one that I knew nothing of. Apparently I could go down Wiltse road to get into the town and alternately head for the apartments from there. The town… What town… I brought the map back out, opening it up, and there, on the back of the illustrated side, in bold, red letters, said "Welcome to Silent Hill."