This is my take on Silent Hill. My new story is about a new character. James Airè. Strange name I know. Please correct me on any mistakes I might make. And a few words might miss it's 'a', and that is because my 'a' key is wigging out on me! It just keeps getting stuck sometimes! Sometimes it's not and sometimes it is. Anyway, I'll stop wasting your time and get on with my story.

My name is James Airè, and I am writing a report on Silent Hill. The report I am writing is for my History class. Our assignment was to right a report on a historical location. Some are writing about Thermopylae, while others write about the Alamo, which was originally named the Misión San Antonio de Valero, but I am writing about Silent Hill. SIlent Hill has recently become known as a historic location. And I've chosen to write about Silent Hill, and I've decided to 'journey' to Silent Hill so I can asked the locals about the history there.

I asked my mother to drop me off at this city, for I do not have a drivers license. I am after all only twelve years old. My friend was to meet me there. He has already written his report, which was about the famous 'Alien Space-Crash'. Heh. You see what I just did there? Not 'craft' but 'crash'. Ha. I'm so funny. Ok enough with the humor. Let's see what happens to me while I talk to the locals. I guarantee it will give you quiet a scare. And even if it doesn't, it will still be a great story that you would want to always read everyday, over, and over, and over.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My mother had finally dropped me off, after ours of waiting in a car full off old crumpled up newspapers and other trash. The car even smelled like a dog had just done his 'business' in it. I actually laughed at the thought of that.

I looked around me for my friend. No where. He could not be found in my line of vision, which wasn't very far. The fog had taken up most of my line of site anyway. I thought that this had been very creepy. Very creepy indead. It seemed to be a ghost town. I did not feel well about the thought of a 'ghost' town. I did not mind the town part, but the ghost part did in fact, scare me. I had always been scared by ghost. I had gone on 'ghost hunts' with my cousin even though I was always scared.

Despite the fact that I was scared, I began searching for my friend. It was the worse choice I had ever made. But an unexplained 'feeling' sort of forced me to go.

I leaped as my spine tingled with fright. I told myself to calm down and just keep walking in search of my pal. I searched for atleast an hour until I came upon a school.

I looked up and tried to read the sign. I read it out loud. "SHJH---Since 1906." I figured the school must have been here for ten years after the city had been deserted. Or was it really deserted after all?

I knew that SHJH meant Silent Hill Junior High. Or atleast I thought it did. I walked up to a door which had a tag that stated that it was the Principals Office. I tried the doorknob. "Crap. It doesn't work." I said to myself. I turned and tried another door, which stated: Counselors Office. To my amazement this door had been unlocked.

Upon entering the room I noticed that it was unlike the rest of the town. It clean and in an orderly manner. A single, small, round trash can had been placed between two left corners, though when I turned towards them they were not on the left nor the right. They were directly ahead instead on the left side.

I also noticed red curtains hanging gracefully, parellel to eachother. Next that my eyes captured was a light switch decorated with green crayon. It was obvious that a child had done it. I flipped the switch from pointing down, which meant off, to up, which meant on. The lights flickered a bit, showing the lack of electricity in the town. The lights finally came on and I got a glimpse of the beautiful room, but just a moment before the lights turned back off. I could barely see now. The room became as foggy as any other part of Silent Hill. I felt around and found something. "What's this?" I asked as if someone were there. But someone was there.

"A gun. My gun! Give it here!" A tall silloute of a man tackled me.

"Ugh. Who are you?! And what's with the gun?" I asked the man.

"How did a little kid survive all this?" He asked.

"What are you talking about?!"

"Huh? You don't know? But.. How?" He seemed confused.

"I'm not from here! Now get off of me!" I struggled, but it was no use. This man was stronger than I.

"Gimme the gun." He said once more.

"Here! Have your stupid gun! I don't want it anyway! Now get off!" I started yelling.

He got up and warned me. "Don't yell! You'll wake them." He cautioned me.

"Wake who? What's going on? Who are you?" I asked continuesly.

"My name..is Jacob, but call me Jake. Why are you here?" He said, but with a shakey voice.

"I am here to right a report." I looked over him. Green hat, red hair, white shirt, but with green overalls over it, green shoes, he even had green eyes. His teeth were very yellow. Every part of him had been covered in dust.

"Well, looks like your stuck here now."

"What are you talking about?"

"The roads... they're not there anymore... the ones that led outside... they're gone."

"What?! Your crazy man! I'm out of here!" I yelled at him once more. He picked me up by the neck and slammed me against the wall.

He then said "are you stupid or deaf? Do not scream! And you can't leave!" He dropped me.

I ran out the door with a "your insane!" I ran and ran until my legs couldn't carry me anymore. I collapsed on the ground. All of a sudden a siren rang throughout the city. I had to hold my hands to my ears to block the sound. Men, woman, and children came rushing by. A large man swooped me up saying something to me, though I could not hear very well because of the loud siren.

He carried me inside where I asked him his name. He looked at me. "We don't have names anymore. Only some can remember. Not me. No not ever. Now run and hide in the infirmary," he said pointing to a room, "and don't come out until I come for you."

I led myself to the room thinking that I could finally get to work on my report. Man, was I wrong!