Jason felt his lungs burn as the thick black smoke began to drift in to his room from the small crack he'd left open in his door. He sat up coughing viscously while trying to wipe the tears from his eyes. The smoke stung his body. He bent down low and moved toward the door, pulling it open a little bit. He looked around and swore to himself, the whole damn basement was on fire. He walked out of the room trying to make his way upstairs. The fire soon made its way over to him he ran up the stairs as fast as he could just in time to dodge a smoldering beam that fell from the ceiling crushing the steps beneath him. The fire had spread from downstairs to the first floor now. Engulfing the entire house in flame, he sprinted to the front door and tried to pry it open. No matter how much he tugged and pulled the handle just wouldn't turn.

"Shit, what's happening? The door isn't even locked!" He said out loud.

He kept working at the door trying to get it open when he heard a ghastly scream from down the hall. He turned around he knew the voice, his mother. He bolted down the hallway trying to find his mother. The hallway had three rooms, one was the guest room the other the bathroom and his parents room was the last. He kicked in the guest room door and looked around. He could feel vomit rise up his throat as he stared at the mauled body of a familiar burly man. The man clutched a bottle of whiskey in his left hand and a belt in the other. He had a large butcher knife jammed through his skull and sticking out the other side sticking in the wall behind him. Holding his body in a sick kind of statuesque shape as the flames began to burn his body. Jason turned away from the grisly image and continued down the hall. He skipped the bathroom and moved to his parents' room. He looked inside swiping his hand around trying to clear the smoke. He noticed his mother standing in the corner seemingly unbothered by the fire.

"Mom…mom come on we have to get out of here." He yelled in vain straining his already weak voice.

His mother slowly lifted her arms up.

"Come to me my son." She said her voice sounding oddly far.

Jason slowly took a couple steps closer than immediately stepped back as his mother suddenly erupted into flames. He stared in horror as his mothers skin burned and melted. That's when he felt something pulling him into the room. A ghostly hand grabbed at his wrist, he tugged and threw it off. That's when two more popped out of nowhere grabbing him and pulling him into the flames. No matter how much he struggled the arms wouldn't let go, pulling on him with unnatural strength. He could hear moans as they tugged him into the fire.

"No… no let go of me!"

Jason awoke in his empty house sweat dripping down his brow. He lazily wiped it away and looked out the window. The sun had just begun to rise. He slowly got out of bed and got dressed. The dream still heavy on his mind as he zipped up his white hoodie, he had dreams about that fateful night before but not that vivid. He settled down and sat at the dining table with a cup of coffee. He ran his hand over his bald head and then moved down to feel his six o clock shadow he had grown recently. His coworkers would often tell him he needed to shave, but he really didn't care what they thought. He began to sip his coffee when he heard a knock at the door. He slowly got out of his chair and walked over and opened a small slit in the door. He looked out to notice the shape of a female police officer. He opened up the rest of the door and looked at the woman.

"How you been Jason." She told him in a rather friendly tone.

He looked at the officer being able to recall when he met her. He did know one thing, she was sexy as hell. He was attracted to everything about her, her breasts, her curves, her seemingly golden hair, and most of all her face. He glanced down at her name tag. It read Kathy McCormick. He remembered who she was now, an old childhood friend of his. There was no way he would have been able to place the old underdeveloped slightly nerdish girl that he once knew in this sexy woman's shoes.

"Kathy uh…pretty good I guess. What brings you into town?"

"Well I was making my normal rounds when I decided I'd stop by."

"Oh so you want some coffee or something."

She checked her watch and silently counted to herself before she spoke. "Sure I have a few minutes."

She waltzed inside. Jason kind of thought she was showing off her body on purpose. Due to the fact she was usually a few steps behind the other girls on the maturity ladder. They sat down and enjoyed catching up neither of them had any really interesting news to share. But it was nice to just catch up. After about fifteen minutes Kathy took her leave. Jason sat and enjoyed the rest of his Saturday morning by watching CSI and a few things on the science channel. After that began to bore him he sat at his computer. It wasn't to old a few years maybe but it did seem rather slow compared to his office computer he used daily. He moved the mouse over to his emails noticing he had one brand new one. He clicked on it and sat with his mouth open as he saw the sender. It simply read Mother. He sat for a few minutes trying to take it all in when he came to his senses. Someone is fucking with me. He told himself before clicking the delete button. Just as soon as the email disappeared the same email showed up again. And again and again they just wouldn't stop until his email was full. He hesitantly swallowed and clicked on the name. The email read

"Remember Silent Hill son. I used to take you there when your father was having problems. I promised to take you there one last time. Let me fulfill that promise, come to Silent Hill I'm waiting for you."

Jason swallowed, Silent Hill huh. Whatever was happening had something to do with Silent Hill. The dreams, the emails, the disturbing images, if the answer is in that town, he had no choice. But to start his car and begin the drive to Silent Hill.