A warm morning, sun shining upon the green grass outside. The house was silent and still within the neighborhood as most were at work. From the second floor of a white slated home, from outside the window on the left could see some movement. A woman rose as her black hair fell to her mid-back. She wore a black lace dress as she left her red silk covers to open a closet for something more desirable. Black finger nails opened the finely carved pine and a pale fingertip pressed each darkened outfit with a thoughtful sigh leaving the woman's lips. She would finally grasp the hangar firmly of an outfit she had placed together previously. She slipped her night dress off and slid a red tank bra over her breasts to conceal them. She placed on a black thong, being sure it rests comfortably. She then slid on a black shirt with a v-neck opening. She slid up a pair of blue jeans, zipping them carefully and fixing the top button closed. She then placed on a pair of black socks, only to cover them with a pair of black cargo boots. She was ready to begin her day. The woman would take a breath as she looked out her window to the beautiful morning. Something felt wrong, though, she couldn't place it but something did and something was.
She moved to the mirror as she placed on black no-stick lipstick. She covered her top eyelids in black eye shadow that wouldn't rub off, marking the ends of her eyes with red eye liner. She was careful to wrap the red around the corners and flay other lines up to create a sort of wing pattern. Once finished she would black on black blush, giving her pale face a sunken in appearance. The edge of her lips would curl into an odd sort of smile. The right side always seemed higher than the left by just a little bit and the lips would only part enough to let out a small crack of white, barely noticeable unless you looked for it. She did notice the little bit of black lipstick that had gotten onto her teeth. She walked gently to the bathroom connected to her bedroom, opening the door carefully due to the towels attached to the rack on the door.
When she entered, she turned to the left to look at the wall first, a normal thing she did out of a slight paranoia since there was a slight shine to show if there was anything following her. She then turned the opposite direction and reached for her red tooth brush. She was once told to get an electric one but she did not like the sounds it made. She turned the warm nozzle on the sink and listened to the sound the water made. She placed a finger beneath the warming flow and as it heated, she placed her brush under it to sterilize it from any previous uses it might have had. She would flick the bristles with her fingertip to be sure the water got completely through. After about a minute of doing this, she would turn the water off and wave the brush while flicking the water off. This was a completely normal ritual for her and thought nothing of it while doing it. She then took the tube of toothpaste and undid the cap as if twisting off a daisy's head. She placed the cap down as her other hand held the tube and brush gently. She then grabbed the tube and put an exact pea sized squirt onto the bristles. She replaced the cap using the hand with the brush. As she sat the toothpaste down, she raised the toothbrush to her teeth, making her lips a wide hole to the bristles to enter.
As her eyes shifted up, she noticed something in the mirror. He chrome tiles looked like they were rusting and falling off. She turned to look, continuing to brush her teeth as she stared at the perfectly primed chrome. It was still in tact but she felt something was off. She looked back to the mirror to see rusted bars and dark hallways, rotating lights from slow moving fans lining the halls. In the distance in the reflection, something was moving very far away. It looked like the next building over. She could see her neighbor's dead child, cowering in a corner. She could not believe her eyes. There was a screeching in the back ground. Something in the furthest shadows was climbing their stair case. The child was cowering and whimpering.
She turned her head to the chrome plates of the bathroom. Confused even more, she looked back to the mirror and watched a built male pick up the child gently under his arm and take him back down the hallway and down the stairs. On his head was rusted metal in a pyramid shape. He carried with him a large sword that sort of looked like a giant kitchen knife to her. She reached a hand up and tapped her toothbrush onto the mirror. It did nothing but make a tapping sound. She watched as the male went away and strode back down the stairs. She heard the screeching stop and the wall slowly put itself back together. She turned away, not understanding what she had just witnessed. She placed the toothbrush down, forgetting to wash it back off, and rinsed and spit quick using her hands.
She left the bathroom, wiping her mouth with her sleeve and opened the door. She was moving quickly as she turned down her hall and bounced down her stairs. She ran through her center hallway and out her front door and darted down the street. She knew whatever it was couldn't move that fast with the weapon it was carrying. She felt something in the road, something slow. She felt like she could faintly hear the screeching. She followed the sound slowly as she felt this cold and warm sensation move. She was walking almost in exact footsteps of the man. It gave her an empowering sensation.
She followed it the whole way down the road, to the edge of her town. She followed it to the left and matched each step down towards the highway. She strode as the sound kept faint in her ears, keeping her going as cars whisked by her. She followed it for a few hours then decided to run ahead to a store in the distance. She went inside, lucky that her jeans were the ones with her money in the pocket. The clerk looked at her odd as she only grabbed a large bottle of water. She paid for it and headed out on her way again. Lucky for her, as she went to the highway in her walk, the steps lined back up to her body. She then continued following the sensations again, taking stride for stride and only drinking water when she needed to.
She followed it for about another hour, it stopped off to the side and seemed to have sat down, the boy on its lap. She could feel the difference as she listened. She was relaxed as she did, now able to hear the boy cry. She could feel the strange man holding the boy, as if trying to calm the boy down. She knew she had seen something terrifying but by the way it was acting, it seemed as if it was calm and not wanting to harm the boy at all. Why would something so vicious looking that cant be seen be so gentle? She would rest herself on the edge as she closed her eyes for a moment.
When she opened her eyes, she felt the presence just starting to move. She stood up and moved with the being as she tracked it for a few more hours. She sipped her water and followed it closely as they went along the highway. It broke off onto another odd highway after a few days then headed straight again. She would persist in following it, watching the scenery and cars pass by. She was seeing less and less as they got closer and closer to a certain area. It seemed abandoned and the sign seemed rather out of place. "Welcome to Silent Hill" seemed a fair warning to her as she hated silence. She would continue the path of what she was following and found herself walking to a building that had the door sealed shut. She coughed a little at the ever spewing fumes of burning coal. She turned around and headed back to the highway.
She walked down to where cars started passing by again and would place her thumb out, looking for a ride back. A truck with a large red haul behind it with white lettering on the side pulled into the shoulder and stopped. She ran up to the passenger seat and opened the door, hopping up and into the seat before shutting the door. They would pull away as she seat belted herself in. The driver would turn his eyes to her for a second as a firm voice escaped his lips, "Where you going?"
She turned her head, her hair falling over her shoulder as she thought. She pointed at a road sign as he looked swiftly at the name she pointed at. "I can only take you as far as the entrance to the city. From there you are going to need to walk," He spoke with a feeling of regret. He would rather take her the entire way, a good man. "Anyway, what were you doing near Silent Hill? No one is supposed to go there, Miss."
"I understand." She couldn't answer the second part. She didn't really know why she followed that feeling. She then looked out of the window and spoke silently, "Needed to walk."
He didn't question her. He just turned when needed to get to the next highway. He took her to the exit and dropped her off on the shoulder. She was walking alone again. She stepped along and watched things go by. Her neighbors greeted her with hugs and tears. She couldn't hear them. All she could muster from it was that they all thought that she was dead or missing. She knew she shouldn't have left, getting shoulders jammed into her and arms squeezing her over and over again. She didn't mind the hugs. She just hated worrying them. She would hug them each back and assure them all she was fine. She never wanted to worry them again. She went back to her house and went straight to her bedroom. She was tired. She allowed herself to not even change clothes, just laying down and closing her eyes. She let the world fall dark as she awaited the next day in black silence.