Silent Hill: A Sister's Thoughts

Heather Naumi nibbled on her rather long fingernails as the screen of her computer glared

across her eyes. Heather was doing a report on the study of fear, and paranoia. She had no idea

what to put in it. Of course she had been scared, but... she was looking for a deep scare, she

wanted to describe a deep scare.

"Grr..." Heather rubbed her forehead with her thumb and index finger. "I don't know how to

describe something I've never felt!"

She began typing, Fear is the feeling She erased feeling. Fear is the dsjngkldfng. In adgervation

she pounded on the keyboard.

Heather got up in a rush and didn't bother when her swivel chair swung around and banged

against her computer desk. She stormed out of her bedroom, she was going to ask her

twin sister Carry what to write. Carry had such a way with words.

Heather knocked on her sister's partly cracked door. Normally her identical twin would say

something like : 'Come in', or 'you may enter'. But there wasn't a sound.

"Carry?" Heather stepped in, Carry wasn't there. The blankets on her bed were ruffled, showing

that someone was on them not to long ago.

Heather walked out of Carry's room not thinking much of her sister not being in her room. Heather

jogged down the stairs into the living room and turned left into a narrow hall into the kitchen.

Heather's mom was doing the dishes.

"Hey mom," Heather said. "Have you seen Carry?"

"No.. I thought she was up in her room," Her mom didn't even look up from the platter she was

scrubbing.

"Oh.. okay," Heather turned back to the living room and crossed it to the bathroom. The door was

wide open, Heather peaked in but there was no one.

"Hmm..."

Heather jogged back up the stairs just to check Carry's room one more time. She figured there may

have been a chance they were caught between paths.

Heather noticed the door to Carry's room was closed. She didn't remember closing it, so she was

certain her sister would be in there. She walked straight in, but was almost knocked out of breath

from surprise when Carry wasn't there. On the bed was a crumpled piece of paper.

Was that paper there before?

Heather sat on the soft bed and read it in a faint whisper.

Dear Heather,

Silent Hill, Silent Hill, Silent Hill, Silent Hill, Silent Hill... Met ya there!

"Silent Hill?... What is Carry up too now?"

"Uhh, Heather!" It was Heathers mom.

Heather quickly slid the note into her pocket hoping her mother didn't see it.

"Yah mom?" Heather asked, trying to keep a straight face.

"The phone's for you," Heather's mom handed her a large white cordless phone.

"Hello?" Heather said into the speaker.

There was no answer from the other line, but Heather knew they were still on because

there was a slight hum coming through the phone.

"Hello?! Ugh!" Heather hung up the phone.

As Heather got back up she felt the paper in her pocket. It seemed to be getting hot, very hot.

It felt like it was burning a hole through her leg. She quickly reached into her pocket and pulled

it out. It was very cold to the touch.

The paper got colder and colder, Heather finally dropped it, it fluttered to the ground as any

normal paper would. Heather backed away to the wall, but then laughed at herself for being afraid

of a piece of paper.

Heather bent down to pick it up, her hand was nearly touching it, with a small roar the paper

ignited. Heather screamed as she stumbled back, trying to get away from the paper. Heather

scooted back more until the cold wall wouldn't allow her to go any further. The paper folded over

as the fire licked at the air.

"Heather sweety is everything okay?" Heathers mom opened the door. "Oh my god!"

Heather's mom ran down the hall and was back with a towel. She threw the towel over the fire,

and it stopped due to lack of oxygen.

"Heather.. do you mind telling me what the hell you did!?" Heather's mom had fear and anger

in her eyes.

I-I dunno I just picked it up and... boom!" Heather told the truth.

"Uh-huh, you expect me to believe that it just it just ignited for no reason?" Heather's mom had both

her hands on her hips.

"Yah," Heather frowned.

"Heather Naumi! I don't know what kind of person you take me for but I am not buying that

poorly thought out excuse!" Heather's mom stormed out of the room, she was mumbling something on

her way out.